#17 Celebration
"Oof!"
The distinctly un-kingly expellation of air accompanied Thranduils abrupt rousal from reverie as a very excitable small bundle of golden hair and flailing limbs landed on his chest with a high pitched squeal.
"Comeonadaitstimetogetupnow."
The king groaned, trying unsuccessfully to turn over and bury himself under the covers as his son bounced up and down on the bed. He really should not have celebrated the signing of the latest contract with the wine merchants quite so heartily the night before.
"Pleaseadaplease!" The garbled words continued in a breathless rush. "Youpromisedtotakemesledgingwhenitsnowedandithas!"
Prising his eyes open and trying to ignore the pounding in his head, Thranduil could not help but smile at the joyfully expectant face thrust into his own.
"Alright, pen neth, alright. You win. I am getting up."
Laughing as his son squealed once more and clapped his hands with delight, the king threw back the silken sheet, covering the small prince in the process, then moved over to where his robes had carefully been hung the night before. Muffled giggling made him turn back to the bed where, after a short struggle, a small, fair elfling extricated himself, turned onto his stomach and slid, feet first to the floor.
"Can we go outside first please ada ? Large blue eyes pleaded up from under long dark lashes. "I promise I will eat breakfast afterwards."
Thranduil raised an eyebrow in mock contemplation although both already knew the answer he would give, he was unable to deny his beloved son anything.
"All right ion nin," he replied trying hard to maintain a serious expression. "Just this once."
Turning back to his clothing in an effort to hide his mirth, the king quickly began to pull on his breeches and under tunic whilst the little imp jiggled impatiently from foot to foot behind him.
"Are you ready now ada?"
Slipping his arms quickly into his long sleeves and fastening a belt around his waist, Thranduil decided that he was as dressed as he was going to be allowed to be that morning and nodded indulgently.
"Yes." He held out his hand. "I think I am ready ion nin. Come."
Thranduil felt his heart swell as another, smaller hand inserted itself into his and squeezed it gently as they exited the room in search of a sled and a snow covered slope with which to blow the last of his hangover away.
A/N Thanks for all the reviews.
Lord Illyren - Thanks. It's good of you to say so. I'm glad you found the last one a pleasant change and I hope this one is not too fluffy for you. As for predictability, I do try my best not to be ;)