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Legolas was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Nìniel pulling her bundles of stuffed animals in a pile near him, occasionally dropping a few of them off of it. A small laugh left Legolas's lips as he listened to her thumping with her little project. He was extremely curious as to what was his daughter actual plan.
Nìniel was crouched in her mountain of stuffed animals, looking around quite clueless. He figured she had forgotten her plan when she had finished moving the massive amounts of toys. She finally gave up trying to remember and started playing with her rabbit stuffed animal, lifting his legs above her head.
Another short laugh left Legolas's lips, drawing attention to himself. Nìniel looked at him starting to babble.
"What are you doing Nìniel?" he asked realizing that he now had her full attention. She quickly pushed herself off the mountain of stuffiness and made her way over to Legolas and begun to pass him things, one by one. He wasn't quite sure what it meant, but he continued to laugh as she handed him different toys. It didn't take long for Legolas to have his own large pile of animals.
When Nìniel decided that he had the perfect amount of stuffed animals he needed, she crawled across the massive selection of toys and into his lap. Legolas loved spending simple times like that on with her, it was small moments like that that he enjoyed the most.
The hiss of the door was heard; Legolas turned his head to see who had walked in. Thranduil was standing stiffly at the door, peering over with disgust the messy room until his eyes met his son sitting on the bed.
Legolas's bedroom had always seemed unused before Nìniel, but now the room had a few new pieces of furniture in it, such as a crib which was always full of Baby items, clothes, and toys in them. The faint smell baby food hung in the air. The sight almost made Thranduil laugh because he thought he would never see the day of Legolas's room would endure the chaos of a child.
"It's time Legolas," He said, his boots were loud on the floor when he was making his way over his small family.
"Time for what?" He asked, confused at his father. A look of frustration crossed his face, he should have been used to this by now, but Thranduil couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when his son had forgotten important details.
"it is your patrol time. I'm here to attend Nìniel." the king said, sharply to his son. "The meetings at 6' O clock, Come on Legolas, don't tell me you forgot!" he said, shuffling his body around on the room, almost cat-like.
"No!" Legolas said defensively. Thranduil gave him a look that clearly said 'Yeah, right'.
"Alright," Legolas sighed under his breath pulling Nìniel into his chest, so he could stand up with her in his arms. "here." He said handing his daughter off to his father who looked quite uncomfortable to holding Nìniel.
Thranduil didn't hold her very often because usually when he did she would start crying. To avoid this Legolas quickly left the room to run other the bathroom to get dressed.
"Uh, hi?" Thranduil said, to Nìniel who was giving him a strange look. He wasn't quite sure if it was a look of disgust or confusion. she squirmed a bit, turning herself so she could look at her play area. She babbled unfamiliar words and pointed to her pile of toys on the bed.
"Do you want that?" he asked when she turned around to look at him, a look of determination on her face.
"Okay then," the grandfather said walking to the pile and twisting awkwardly so he could pick one up while holding onto his granddaughter at the same time. When he was done he handed a fox to Nìniel who snatched it from his hands.
the bathroom door opened as Legolas entered the room finishing to highing his cuffs around his wrists on, Nìniel moved her head, looking at her father curiously, her fingers hanging out of her mouth.
"You will be fine right?" Legolas asked, Thranduil looking at him quite seriously. This was the first time Legolas would be leaving Nìniel really alone with him for long hours, and the idea terrified him. What if she needed him? or if something happened to Thranduil? his thoughts were cut off when Thranduil gave him a stern look.
"Legolas, go to your troops, I have it covered," Thranduil said, stopping Legolas his thoughts. he knew he was overthinking to the situation, but he couldn't help it. He would die if anything happened to her.
"Okay," He said walking over to Nìniel who followed his movement. Legolas crouched down so his face was level with Nìniel.
"I'll see you later baby girl." He said softly to her, grabbing her chubby cheeks and planting a few kisses on his daughter's cheeks. She let out a muffled giggle when his lips made contact with her skin.
"I love you baby girl!" Legolas said patting her head gently. A deep sigh left his lips as he turned to look at Thranduil. Silence sat between them for a few seconds. "Okay, I'm going!" Legolas snapped as he quickly got up and walked over to the door, stopping before turning the knob to turn to have a last look to Nìniel before finally leaving her with his father.
Once again the two sat in silence as "Let's get you something to eat," Thranduil said taking Nìniel with him as he made his way to a highchair in the room.
They had plenty of food for the baby in the royal kitchen and she had her very highchair in the dining room, so she could properly eat with everyone like a royal should do, but Legolas kept food for Nìniel in his bedroom, he was still getting adjusted by the fact that she had to leave the bedroom sometimes, he was still having difficulties to have a proper family dinner, he would much rather be upstairs.
His bedroom was pretty much silent and lonely, Thranduil could understand him for liking it, he could really reluct himself with his daughter and feel like they were the only ones in the world.
Nìniel looked around the room lazily, studying everything around her, Thranduil figured she was looking for Legolas.
He walked over Nìniel's high chair which was hand made from a light colored wood, and her name was carved into the back of it, in a cursive elven Sindarin font. Thranduil himself ordered the creation of that beautiful chair for his granddaughter.
"Here we go!" he said slipping Nìniel into her high chair, she was looking at him curiously, her fingers in her mouth, chewing and sucking away. Thranduil turned away from Nìniel searching for anything she could eat.
He was surprised that Legolas had a cabinet stocked full of food, he spooned the orange pastry into her mouth. This didn't last very long because Nìniel decided that she wanted to feed herself, and did so in a very awkward manner.
Thranduil's movements caused his jewelry to flash under the light. Nìniel suddenly lost all interest in eating and launched herself forward grabbing onto the one brooch pinned to his chest and examined it.
"You like it?" he asked, pulling the brooch out of Nìniel's hand gently, picking up the utensil she was using and helped her to eat a little more.
Nìniel held her mouth closed tightly, turning her head away from the spoon. She wouldn't allow him to feed her anymore. he placed the spoon back in the bowl, and gently placed it down onto the counter beside him.
"Let's get you cleaned up then." He said to Nìniel as he took her out from the highchair and made his way over the bathroom, pulling a fresh clean baby cloth from one of the draws and wetting it with warm water, squeezing it out to make sure it was damp.
Actually cleaning Nìniel's face was a hard task, she wiggled in his arms making him hard for him to keep her balanced in his arms.
Once her face was clean he headed back towards the bedroom, toys scattered around the room, he placed Nìniel down beside her toys where she instantly started to dig through the large piles, pulling toys and dropping them more around the floor.
Nìniel babbled, as Thranduil placed her into the bed. He couldn't help but chuckle at his granddaughter, who fought to stay awake. This was usually the same routine every night. She would play for about an hour before bed, so when it was actually time to tuck Nìniel in, she would pass out quickly.
She kicked her tiny feet into the air, he loved them, he loved the curl of her small pale toes and how easily her feet fit in his hand.
"You're supposed to be asleep," he smiled, though some might have thought it a little silly to speak to an infant as though they would answer back, the king loved talking to his little Grandaughter.
Her eyes stare back at him, Thranduil smiles and kisses the baby's head.
"I'm going to tell you a bedtime story" he announced her "Its a tale of love..."
Patrol was easy, they had been attacked once by the Spiders, but they were been able to effortlessly kill them, but it hadn't exactly been a quick one. In between the fight were the troop would search around for enemies ambushes or newly placed nests, Legolas had been left in his thoughts, as much he wanted to protect the kingdom he impatiently waited to return home with his daughter.
The sun had been set for not too long when the exhausted royal troop of the woodland realm returned to the kingdom. All Legolas could think was how he missed his daughter and the first thing he wanted to do when he removed his armor was find Nìniel for a much needed father-daughter snuggle time.
He slowly made his way up the stairs, to find the door of this bedroom slightly open, a ray of light coming out of it, with light footsteps Legolas approached the opening, to hear Thranduil's velvet voice floating in the room like it was made to be there.
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Once upon a time, in a far cursed land, lived a prince with his beautiful wife, they loved each other so dearly; In time, they were blessed with the discovery of a beautiful baby daughter, and the parents swore they would die to protect her.
But the day of the arrival of the baby their kingdom was attacked, the prince fought a war for the most precious treasure in all the kingdom, his beautiful baby daughter. But victory came at a price. The wife perished, and the prince stood alone and lost on a foreign and unfamiliar shore, full of feelings and memories.
Until he met his baby's eyes he felt like he had fallen in love for the first time again, he knew he had a purpose.
Her eyes were the ocean, so full of life and love, and who look upon them would drown in them.
Over the years the baby will grow to be a beautiful princess, loved and protected by her family and they will all live happily ever after.
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Legolas sat there silent, his back on the wall of the corridor, he could easily and willingly spend hours just be listening to his father's enchanted stories; tears fell from his eyes as he listened to the tale of his father.
He found himself remembering of Cerylia, her kindness, and compassion, her selfless generosity, how she touched the depths of his soul.
He remembered the walks they took where she would hold on his arm lovably, he remembered her smile when she would come up to him every morning to kiss him on the lips, he remembered her laughter, her hair, her scent, her soft skin, her gentle caresses.
He ran his hands over his cheek, wiping away a tear that was rolling down in his side remembering once again that she was no longer a part of his life.
His daughter will never have the chance to experience her small gestures, the little girl who was in his room behind him had lost her mother.
He cautiously peeked from the doorframe, getting a glimpse the scene, Avoiding to being a notice from his father, he couldn't allow his pride to ruin the moment and lose the possibility from him to continue having those loving grandfather-grandaughter moments.
So, he leaned his head in the doorway to his bedroom. He watched her silently, finding comfort in the gentle rising and falling of her chest.
The soft dark hair around her head, the gentle rise, and fall of her chest, her body was stiff, he presumed that she must have been sleeping.
He felt like the luckiest elf in the Arda and he thanked the Valar, his lucky stars every day for the wonderful family he had in his life.
The surge of love and protectiveness he felt in these quiet, peaceful moments were wonderful. He loves his daughter more than life itself and would do anything for her, anything to keep her safe from harm.
He would spend hours watching her gorgeous blue eyes when they were open, wide and bright, looking at him, and he smiled at the thought of her grinning widely at him, a look of delight on her beautiful face.
She was surrounded by beauty, grace lightened on her face, where thoughts of serenely express.
How pure, how loved felt their palace with only her presence.
A heart whose love is innocent.
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