A/N Thranduil is about ten in this
#79 Flaunting
Thranduil was livid. How dare they speak to him in such a manner! Didn't they know who he was? He was Thranduil, son of Oropher, the future king of the Woodland Realm. He deserved respect! Turning his steel cold eyes towards his future subjects, he rose to his full stature and glared. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner. I am your future king. You will treat me with respect I am due."
The other elflings rolled their eyes at the young prince and strolled off laughing. In the distance, he could hear them mutter more rude comments which made Thranduil's blood boil even more. So caught up in his anger, Thranduil refused to hear his father approach him. "Thranduil?"
Thranduil jumped in spite of himself. "Adar, I didn't hear you."
Oropher frowned. He heard and witnessed the whole ordeal and even though the other elflings started the quarrel, his son needed to learn respect was not something given, it was earned. If his son was to be a good and just king, he needed to know even if people were rude to him, flaunting his status was never okay. "Ion, I think you and I need to have a father-son talk."
Thranduil gulped. He knew that look and tone anywhere. "Yes, adar." Frowning he let his father lead him to his room, hoping he was not in too much trouble.