Leaf
He was her little leaf, so alive, so delicate, so strong, so beautiful.
His soft light golden hair existed only in small tufts on the infant's smooth head, but someday, she knew, he would have great long sunlit hair, just like his adar.
And his eyes, his big beautiful inquisitive eyes, like little emeralds set in his perfect little chubby baby face.
They were like tiny jewels crafted in the likeness of little leaves by the most skilled of all the elven-smiths.
She could hear the trees outside her open window, singing soft forest lullabies to her new baby.
"What shall our little prince's name be, dearest?" Thranduil whispered softly into her dark hair, wrapping his arms around her small slender frame as she rocked their new baby in her arms.
"I shall name my little leaf Legolas."
"Greenleaf." Thranduil murmured, obviously approving of her choice.
On the receiving end of his parent's warm smiles, Legolas giggled contentedly, green eyes sparkling like the sunlit leaves all around him.