92 Letters
Peeping through the window Thranduil watched the elfling behind the glass with a soft, indulgent smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He had never seen his young son so still and with such an intense look of concentration on his face. The tutor he had engaged to instil some learning into the small ball of energy he had named Legolas was obviously the correct choice. He leaned in closer, charmed by the way the tip of a pink tongue peeked from between pursed lips as the child's head tilted sideways over the piece of parchment on his desk, intent on watching the charcoal shard held in one tiny hand as it slowly made its wobbly way across the pale surface. A slate propped before him contained the letters of the alphabet written in a stylish, curling script and it appeared that it was these he was attempting to copy.
With a reluctant sigh he finally drew back and turned away to resume his kingly duties. He was patient, he could wait. No doubt his beloved son would proudly produce his day's work after lessons had finished for the day and of course, Thranduil would point out the errors and blotches contained therin in his best royal voice but the smile and pride in his eyes would tell the real truth that he could never hide from his most cherished child.
A/N
I just can't help but keep returning to these two!
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