Early in the morning, Legolas woke up with a yawn. His little hands rubbed his face as he stretched. It was such a beautiful morning and he couldn't wait to start the day.

Swiftly, he jumped out of bed and clutching his blankey to his chest, went to his Ada's room, running past guards and maids in the halls. But he didn't stop to say hello, intent on one purpose.

When he walked in, he saw that Thranduil was still sleeping. He wrapped the small blanket around his shoulders before creeping quietly up to the bed and peeking over the edge (for he was barely tall enough to see on top of it). The warm, inviting blankets called to him as he carefully climbed onto the bed. He snuggled up next to his ada and closed his eyes.

At his son's entrance, Thranduil had woken up and he slowly wrapped his large arms around his precious son. "Good morning, my little Greenleaf," he whispered, his voice still heavy with sleep.

Legolas turned his head towards his father, "Morning, Ada," he smiled, "How did you sleep?"

"Very well. Thank you, Legolas, and how did you sleep?" Thranduil replied with a yawn.

"Good," the elfling chattered, "...no nightmares at all last night! I think they were scared away when sang to me last night." Legolas giggled to himself.

"I am very happy to hear that." Thranduil readjusted so he was laying on his back. As soon as he did, Legolas climbed right on top of him. Then, he wriggled until he was comfortable, much to the dismay of Thranduil.

"Legolas! Stop squirming!" He protested. Thranduil tried to stop his son from wiggling but to no avail. Legolas kept moving his Indy arms around legs around, trying to find a comfortable position to rest in.

When Legolas finally settled down, he spoke, "Sorry, Ada. I won't do it anymore. I'm comfy now!" Then they both closed their eyes and rested.

Later, after they had gotten up and had eaten breakfast, Thranduil had gone off to attend to business and Legolas was left alone.

After playing with his toys for a while and reading some books, he decided to go to his Ada's room to figure out what to do. He thought to himself, there is always fun stuff to play with in Ada's room!

He quickly skipped to Thranduil's room and entered, silently closing the door behind him. Legolas scanned the room searching for some mischief to get into.

Finally, he spied the closet. When he opened the closet doors, it revealed numerous large robes and clothes that were much too big for Legolas. On the top shelf of the closet, Legolas noticed Thranduil's crown and staff which he had apparently forgotten to grab that morning.

He brought a chair over to the closet and climbed on it, grabbing a random robe that looked colorful and then reached for the crown. Then, after he had laid them on the floor, he went back on the chair and grabbed the staff.

Back on the floor, Legolas buried himself in the large robe, placed the oversized crown on his tiny head, and trying to hold the staff in his small hands. He then pretended that he was the king and was giving the orders.

The little elf pranced around the room quote contented, enjoying being in his own little world without any disturbances.

During this, Thranduil remembered that he left his crown and staff in his room. The king hurried to his room, muttering to himself how forgetful he seemed to be getting, and opened the door to see quite a sight.

Thranduil's eyes widened in surprise: for he saw before him a tiny, baggy, copy of himself! Legolas had Thranduil's crown and robes on, and was prancing around (very unsuccessful for he kept tripping) with the staff in his tiny hands!

"Legolas!! What are you doing?" Thranduil bellowed.

Legolas froze.

"You know you are not supposed to come in here when I'm not with you. There are too many valuable things in here!"

"I'm sorry, Ada..." Legolas whispered.

Thranduil walked over to his son. "Please forgive me! I promise I won't do it again." Legolas shed his enormous cloak and ran into his father's arms just as he burst into tears.

"Shh...I forgive you, my Greenleaf. It's okay." Thranduil rubbed Legolas's back until he stopped crying. "My little Greenleaf, I love you so much. Never forget that, ion nin," he soothed.

The tiny prince looked up at his Ada. "I love you too, Ada," he replied, "T-Thanks for forgiving me..."

Thranduil allowed himself a small smile, knowing he couldn't ever stay angry at Legolas for long, "Of course. Just don't let me catch you in here again without my permission."

"Yes, Ada."

There it is! The first little Legolas story in my book! If you enjoyed it, please vote, comment, and follow! Thank you!

Ithildae