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A/N: Written for the challenges The Crossover Boot Camp, One Million Words Added, If You Dare Continued Challenge, and the Disney-A-Thon Challenge.
Prompts: Well-Groomed, Several Deep Breaths, and Write about Ginny Weasley (Mulan).
A/N 2: Anything in italics is meant to be in the elfish language.
A King's Elfling
Aragorn stood silently in the corner of the room with a small smile on his face. His heat fluttered with happiness as he listened to the complaints from his precious little elfling at being manhandled through the maids simply replied that it was needed if he wanted to be a well-groomed gentleman. A few months ago his precious baby boy would of not even come out from the folds of his long travelling cloak let alone allow them to touch him.
'He has come so far in just a short amount of time' Aragorn thought as his smile grew at the sight of the childish pout on his black haired elflings' face. 'My little boy is so strong and brave, it is hard to think that he is the same elfling that used to scream at his own shadow...'
At the thought of his son's past a dark clouded covered Aragorn's face, oh how he wished that he could somehow travel through worlds and give those disgusting people who dare treat an elfling in such a way the punishment they deserved.
"Father," a familiar voice called out to him in the tongue of the elves. "Help me! Lady Sarah wants to give me a bath!"
Aragorn found himself laughing at the look of pure horror on his son's face. His bright emerald green eyes looked at him with emotions that clearly stated that the elfling thought that this was the end of the world.
"What did the child say this time?" Lady Sarah, a new maid who knew very little of the elfish way.
"My son says that you plan to give him a bath," Aragorn replied, humour and good will coloured his voice.
"It seems that I will have to take the advice I was given and learn that fancy elf talk," Lady Sarah said good naturally as she continued to brush the wiggling elflings long waist length hair. "I sometimes find myself having to take several deep breaths before I walk into his bedroom in the mornings."
Aragorn let out a loud deep laugh causing everyone in the room to freeze and stare at him. His eyes twinkled with happiness and his heart was filled with unconditional love for his son. As his mind reminded him of his wife waiting for them in the palace gardens his happiness grew even more.
"Harry, little one, would you prefer it if we took your hair brush into the gardens where your mother is waiting for us so we can do your hair?" Aragorn asked with a grin on his face as he stepped out of the corner of the room he had been watching in. "I am sure that if you ask nicely your mother will even plat it for you so it will look like her hair."
"Really?" Harry asked excitedly, pausing in his actions which the maids used to their advantage and did the last few buttons up on his clothes. "It will be all nice and soft like mother's and father's hair is?"
"It will be if you are willing to sit still long enough for her to do it," Aragorn replied as he came to a stop in front of his precious baby boy.
"I will! I promise I will!" Harry cried out as he lifted his small arms up to Aragorn in the universal sign of 'pick me up now'. "I want mother to do my hair!"
"Very well," Aragorn said with mock seriousness as he scooped Harry up and positioned him on his left hip. "Where is your hairbrush?"
"Here it is, My King," Lady Sarah said in relief as she passed her king and charges father the hairbrush in question. "I hope you do not mind me saying this My King but the Prince has a large amount of energy."
"I know, and that makes me extremely happy," Aragorn answered truthfully as he placed a loving kiss on top of his son's head. "Compared to when he first arrived with Gandalf several months ago, almost ready to set sail...that is something I am extremely happy about."
End of Prompt.