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So this is another baby Legolas fanfic, starring Elladan and Elrohir! I know lots of people love warrior Legolas too and I have some those in the works, I will hopefully publish them soon! If anyone has any story suggestions or if you would like to see more of a character, please tell me in the comments or send me a PM!

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Summary: Elladan and Elrohir return from their long journey and take a visit to King Thranduil's Realm. What they find there is very unusual. Sleep deprived elves? Elf or human, baby's cry a lot!

Excerpt from letter from Lord Elrond to Elladan and Elrohir

My heart sings to know that soon, you will both be home with your Naneth and I. Thranduil and Adilya are looking forward to seeing you again, as am I, though I daresay they are waiting with much more anticipation than I am. They have a bit of a surprise for you and I am sure you will be very pleased with it after you get over the initial shock. I do not envy you for what comes after, I know I am speaking in riddles, but, you will understand soon enough. You certainly have impeccable timing. Good luck, my sons.

Your Naneth and I send our love,

Adar

Elladan finished reading the letter to his brother and looked up, "I wonder what surprise Ada was talking about."

"I have no idea, but I suppose we will see once we get to Uncle Thranduil's tomorrow," Elrohir stretched out on his bedroll.

The two brothers had been away for five years, going around to human settlements to help prepare them for the dark times that were ahead. Their father had sent them a letter instructing them to make sure they visited the two royal elves that were very close to the twin's hearts. Of course, they were already planning a visit, wanting to spend time with their adopted Aunt and Uncle before they went home.

Elladan built up the fire and checked on the horses before he rolled out his own bedroll, "Well, gwador, we should savor this night. The next time we visit the woodland realm I fear we will have to take night watches, the evil will not be afraid to attack to lone elves."

"Aye," his twin nodded solemnly and sighed sleepily, "I am going to bed, I have no idea what this surprise ada claims that Thranduil has for us, but the last time they had a surprise for us we spent two whole days doing sword fighting exercises...Without rest!"

"We were beginning to think you had been eaten by a spider!" Celegnir called out from the trees then dropped to his feet with six other elves. His bright smile and sparkling eyes told Elladan and Elrohir that they weren't too worried.

"Like we would let that happen!" Elrohir laughed merrily as he and his brother exchanged greetings with the Commander of Greenwood's Archers.

"I am very glad that you chose this moment to visit. Adilya has been waiting for you ever since she got a letter from your father saying you were on your way."

The brothers shared a glance, "Does this have anything to do with the surprise that our father wrote to us about?"

"It has everything to do with it."

"And you aren't going to tell us what it is?" Elladan asked hopefully.

"I can't, it's a part of the plan," Celegnir said, apologetic.

By this point, the elves had arrived at the impressive gates that would lead them into Thranduil's stronghold. Once the group announced themselves the gates swung open to reveal great hustle and bustle around the Royal Palace. Elves were tending to the stables that were to the right and eleths were tending to massive gardens to their left. The clinking of swords and the swish of arrows along with shouts of the elves fighting in hand to hand combat told of the long archery ranges and the fields of training grounds behind the Palace. And, of course, the Palace itself. The huge stone walls and the multitude of elven warriors posted about made Thranduil's palace beautiful, majestic and most certainly a fortress.

"Thank the Valor!" Turon, the Commander of the Army exclaimed in relief as he hurried through the crowds. He seized both twins by the arm.

"It would seem that the situation has deteriorated since my departure early this morning," Celegnir muttered.

The brothers shared a glance, "What is the matter?"

Turon started weaving through the elves that were milling about, checking behind his shoulder to make sure the twins were following, "Adilya has been making trips outside to see if you two were coming ever since she got up and Thranduil has been spacing out in meetings all morning. Elves have been snapping at others and dropping things and-" He stopped to take a breath, then looked strait into both of the twins eyes, "You are our only hope."

Elrohir looked at Elladan, who had his eyebrows raised, "What is happening?" He whispered.

"I have no idea, but I think we should probably write Adar and tell him to bring his most skilled healers immediately. I do not know what evil has befallen the elves here."

They followed Turon till they got to the steps in front of the Palace where Adilya was wringing her dress in her hands, her hair had been hastily pinned back in a bun, a few tendrils in her face. Her eyes had huge bags under them and Elrohir thought she looked like that woman in the village that had too much coffee.

"Oh thank Elbereth above!" The Queen flew down the steps, gave them both quick hugs and started patting the twins down, "Are you both alright? Do I need to send for the healers? Are you well rested?"

Elladan gently took Adilya's hands and asked slowly, "Aunt Adilya, are you okay?"

She looked up, "Oh I'm fine! I have been waiting for you for weeks!" She led Elladan and Elrohir through halls, dodging elves as she went. Most of the elves, Elladan observed, had dark bags under their eyes, like no one had gotten any sleep in the past week. They stopped in front of Thranduil's council chamber. Adilya swung open the door and poked her head in.

"They're here!" The twins heard her exclaim.

The two brothers looked at one another both thinking the same thing. What kind of loco plant did the whole population of Greenwood get into! Celegnir and Turon got lost somewhere in the throngs of elves a couple of halls back. The twins had never seen elves act like this before. The only time elves got bags under their eyes were when they hadn't slept in days or were injured.

Adilya came back out with Thranduil and his advisers in tow, all scattering in different directions "You have rest of the day off!" The king called after them. Thranduil turned to the twins.

"At last! You are here, my heart sings to see you, penneths! Thank the Valar you chose this moment to come see us!" He came up and gave them hugs.

"We are glad to see you too, Uncle Thranduil," Elrohir smiled. Thranduil looked as bad as Adilya, but he seemed more composed than his wife.

"Come on, Belegryil is with him!" Adilya said, already rushing down the hall.

"I'm not sure if we'll ever figure out what is going on here," Elladan murmured to his brother as they followed the two royals their chambers.

Adilya opened the door and walked into a sitting room. Elladan and Elrohir looked around, there were blankets thrown about, some knitting in a basket and what looked like a bassinette in the corner. The twins looked at each other, surprised.

A very tired looking Belegryil came through another door that was connected to the sitting room, an equally tired guard followed her looking afraid down at a blue, silk bundle that was in arms.

Thranduil and Adilya looked at the guard with fear and perhaps a bit of anger, "Belegryil!"

She shrugged as Adilya took the bundle from the relieved guard, "What? I was tired of holding him. I made sure he knew how to hold him before I handed him over. I am not stupid, even in my tired state."

The Queen and King glared at the healer. Belegryil shrugged, then smiled gratefully once she spotted Elladan and Elrohir.

"Bless the Valar! Maybe I can finally get some rest!" She practically ran from the room, the guard right on her heels.

"Will someone please tell us what in Arda is going on around here?" Elrohir asked, bewildered by what he had witnessed in the last half hour. Elladan still looked like he was convinced that some evil had made the elves of the woodland realm crazy. And was that a baby in Adilya's arms?

Thranduil walked over to his wife's side and wrapped an arm around her waist. "We are very sorry if we seem a bit...discombobulated. But before I explain any further, I would like you to meet someone very important."

He beckoned Elladan and Elrohir to come closer. They did as they were told and Adilya uncovered the smallest elfling they had ever seen. His eyes were closed, tiny fists jerking in motion as he let out a soft mewing sound. His small lips slightly open.

"Elladan, Elrohir, meet Legolas Thranduilion, Crown Prince of Greenwood the Great, Heir to his Father's Throne," Adilya said softly, smiling down at her tiny baby. Thranduil smoothed the small tuft of blond hair that was the exact shade as his fathers. The twins looked down in awe, each taking a small hand.

Elrohir looked up in wonder, "You had an elfling!"

Thranduil chuckled, "Aye, that we did. We wanted you to be here, but there was no way to get a letter to you."

"Is this our surprise?" Elladan asked, looking up from where he was gazing at the child.

Adilya nodded, "Part of it anyways. He came too early...We almost lost him. If your father hadn't of been here, we would have but since Legolas came early his elven healing ability isn't as strong as most elflings. We think he has colic. He cries as soon as you put him down, no one in the palace has had a complete night's rest in weeks and I haven't had any sleep in I don't know when. Every elf in this palace has taken turns holding him and we are all sleep deprived. That is where you two come in. "

She gently shoved the baby into Elladan's arms and rattled off instructions, "He shouldn't get hungry, but if he does there's some milk in the kitchens, we put a rocking chair in your rooms along with a crib, although, it won't do you much good. All the supplies you will need are either in your room or in the nursery, which is through that door. And whatever you do, Do Not Put Him Down! I'll come get him as soon as I wake."

"We're going to bed. You are doing a great service to the Greenwood!" Thranduil and his wife disappeared through another door which led into their bedroom and shut the door firmly.

Elladan stood there, holding Legolas in his arms, trying to process what just happened.

"Well, Gwador, I think we just became babysitters for the whole realm. This must have been what Ada had meant when he wished us good luck." Elrohir slapped his hand on his brothers back and looked down at the tiny bundle. Legolas's eyes snapped open and started wiggeling, letting out a small cry. Elladan immediately put the child on his chest, rocking back and forth, making shushing noises.

"It's okay penneth. I am Elladan, your Gwador and I promise I will always protect you...no matter what." He vowed. Legolas calmed down.

"May I hold him?" Elrohir slid his arms under Legolas and drew him close, "I am Elrohir, also your Gwador and I will also promise to keep you safe. I am going to take you on many adventures."

He looked up at Elladan, "He is so small, I have never seen an elfling this tiny!"

"Aye, I wonder how early Aunt Adilya delivered."

"I have always wanted a little brother to teach." Elladan looked up and smiled, "Me too."

"I think that the Prince of Greenwood will make a fine little brother."

Elladan looked at his twin, "We should take Legolas to our room. Aunt Adilya said that it was prepared for a baby."

"Okay. This is going to be a walk in the park."

"I think he's asleep." A whisper cut through the darkness.

"That is what you said the past three times!" Someone whispered back.

"Well, I am sure he is this time."

"That is also what you said the past three times!" Elladan rolled his eyes, even though no one could see it through the blackness of the room.

He and Elrohir had been passing the baby back and forth between them for a long time, trying to get him to fall asleep so they could put him down and get some rest themselves. They had been at it for hours, every time they tried to place him in his crib, he screamed. It was well into the night and everyone was miraculously still asleep, except for them of course.

When they walked out of Thranduil and Adilya's chambers, there wasn't an elf in sight. Word must have spread that the twins were there and that must have meant rest from the crying young Prince. Elladan now understood why every elf was relieved to see he and Elrohir. They were two fresh sets of arms to hold Legolas while everyone got some much needed rest.

Elrohir chose that moment to try once again to put Legolas down. Elladan held his breath and Legolas didn't cry.

Wails echoed from the crib. Elrohir groaned and flopped back on the bed. Elladan scooped down, cradled Legolas and started pacing, "Shhh, penneth, everything is fine." He lifted his eyes to the heavens, "Valar help me," he breathed bouncing the now whimpering child.

"Legolas, you are never going to live this down," Elrohir declared from where he had a pillow covering his head.

His words rang true, Legolas would never live this down, as long as he lived and elves live a long time.

The End

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Elvish Vocab:

Adar-Father

Naneth-Mother

Ada-Dad/Daddy

Nana-Mom/Mommy

Gwador-Brother