Title: Robes
Words: 390
Disclaimer: Not mine, will never be mine… ever.
Warning: Fluff
Summary: Thranduil and his chose of clothes.
Note: Should not be taken serious.
Characters: Legolas & Thranduil (Elvenking)
Universe: Lord of the Rings
A/N: This one was really short, but I'm working on a longer that will have Melkor and Sauron in it. And as I did before with Frodo, I do take requests if I find them interesting.
Thranduil was known for his robes, Elrond called them too much, Galadriel would smile at the different garments he used, his people found them mostly amusing when they suddenly changed to those bright colours once autumn came.
Then there were Legolas…
In the winter, when the Mirkwood became shrouded in the fine but thick powder from the sky, Thranduil used white and light blue thick robes that dragged after him, the heavy sleeves provided warmth for his hands.
He had been walking down one of the many halls of the caves when there had been a sudden weight difference to his robes, and he had looked behind to see if perhaps the hem had been caught up by something.
"Ion Nin, what are you doing?"
"Sleeping."
"And you can't imagine any better place?"
"No," with his face buried it the robe the elfling's word was barely audible.
The Elvenking stared at his son for a while, he seemed to have just fall down on hem that dragged after his father, and Thranduil couldn't imagine why he hadn't heard the small elfling approach. Maybe he was getting better at sneaking around, could explain why sweets had started to disappear from the kitchen.
"Do I have to ask why you're sleepy?"
There was no answer, so the king sighted and decided to move to his studies as he had from the beginning. It wasn't a hard task to move, even though the elfling lay on his robes. It was harder to take the laughter that seemed to erupt from everyone he passed. But it didn't seem to have any effect to Legolas, as he only curled up more on the robes train.
Finally at the studies Thranduil had to first move inside a bit, before he could turn to close the door after him. Then he settled himself in a chair and waited for his son to move, which didn't seem to be happening as the small one had fallen asleep even though he had been dragged through half of the caves.
With a final sight Thranduil used the rest of the hem to wrap around his son's form to let him sleep more comfortable. Next time he would not wear so long robes… or maybe he would, because he could not help but smile as Legolas cuddled closer to his legs with a content sight.