Several weeks later, Legolas was playing with one of his toys on Thranduil's lap. He clumsily tried to spin his top on the arm of the throne and it flew off, clanking loudly on the marble floor.

Legolas scurried off his father's lap and bent over to pick it up.

Thranduil chuckled softly, "The top has to be on a flat surface, my elfling." He smiled.

Legolas handed the top to his father and Thranduil leaned down. He flicked it with his fingers before letting it go to the floor. It spun effortlessly on the smooth floor. Legolas watched it intently, mesmerized. It went around and aroundmas Legolas' eyes followed its every movement.

All too soon, the top fell over. It spun to a stop and Legolas handed it to Thranduil again, "Can you do it again?" he asked cutely.

Thranduil couldn't resist, "Tancave..." (yes) he grasped the small top from the elfling's hand, "One more time. Okay?"

Before Legolas could reply, the heavy doors opened and a group of men surrounded by elves walked in.

Thranduil straightened in his chair and ushered Legolas over, "Go play in your room, Legolas." he instructed, handing the top to Legolas.

Legolas instantly whined, "But, Ada...I don't want to."

"Legolas, go. Now."

"No! I want to stay here with you." Legolas crossed his arms stubbornly.

Thranduil pulled Legolas over by his arm, gripping it tightly, "Obey me." he said sternly, "Now, Legolas."

Legolas whimpered slightly and tried to pull away, "Ada...I-"

"Now."

A single tear slipped down the elfling's cheek, "Yes, Ada." he looked down.

Satisfied, Thranduil let go of his arm and leaned back in his chair.

As soon as he was free, Legolas hurried out of the room

The room was silent for a moment until the doors slammed shut. When the doors were closed, a man stepped forward and bowed, "Your majesty, I am Arador, of the Dunedain. I was traveling with my rangers, trying to track a pack of orcs when they entered your forest. I ask your permission to enter your forest and hunt them." Arador spoke clearly as he explained his request.

Thranduil sat quietly thought for a minute, considering what Arador spoke of, "Lord Arador, of the Dunedain, I considered your request, but I cannot allow men to roam freely in my forest. Have no worries, I will send my elves out and we will eradicate the foul creatures."

"King Thranduil, please reconsider. My men are both willing and able to hunt these creatures."

"I have already made my decision. Who are you to question a king, Adan?" (man) Thranduil answered reproachfully.

The adan slowly nodded, "Of course, my apologies."

"Is that it?" Thranduil asked lazily.

Arador hesitated, "...Well, yes. I suppose so."

"Then you may go." Thranduil dismissed them with a wave of his hand.

Just then, the doors opened again and Legolas scampered in. He climbed onto his startled father's lap and looked up at him, "Ada, I'm sorry I didn't obey you right away. Would you forgive me?" He asked, completely oblivious to the strangers still in the room.

Thranduil hugged Legolas, still a little shocked, "I...forgive you, ion nin. I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't have snapped at you like I did. Would you forgive me?"

Legolas nodded happily, "Yes sir!" Then, he leaned up and gave Thranduil a sloppy kiss on the cheek, "Love you, Ada."

Thranduil smiled, "I love you too, Legolas."

A moment later, Thranduil had an idea. "Legolas, I would like you to meet someone." he turned to look at Arador, "This is Lord Arador. He is of the Dunedain. He is an Adan."

Legolas' jaw dropped, "He's an Adan? Really?"

"Yes, really."

Arador caught on and with a smile he bowed once again, "Hello there, little one. What's your name?"

"This is my son, Prince Legolas." Thranduil answered for him.

"Well it is an honor to meet you, Prince Legolas." Arador said kindly.

Legolas shyly hopped off his father's lap and walked closer to the adan. He stopped right in front of him, "What's it like to be of the race of men?" he asked quietly.

Arador chuckled softly, "It is quite an adventure, for sure. But I'm sure it is no where near as fun as being an elf is."

"Yes, being an elf is pretty fun...although sometimes it gets boring around here."

Thranduil didn't bother to hide his grin, "Legolas come back over here, please. It is time for Lord Arador to leave."

Legolas started to argue, but smiled instead, "Yes Ada." He quickly tugged on Arador's tunic to pull him lower. Arador bent down as Legolas whispered something in his ear. With a wide grin, Arador nodded and stood back up while Legolas pranced back to his father.

"Goodbye, Prince Legolas. Once again, it was an honor to meet you." Arador said softly.

Legolas waved from his seat on his father and Thranduil nodded in farewell.

With a final bow, the men were ushered out of the throne room and the two royals were alone again.

"What did you say to him?" Thranduil asked curiously.

"Oh nothing." Legolas replied, fiddling with his tunic and trying to hide his grin.

Thranduil decided to let it go, "Alright then. Did you like meeting the Adan?"

Legolas nodded, "For sure! He was very nice. I like him."

"Yes, he is one of the better men that I have met..." Thranduil considered Arador. He had been raised in Rivendell by Lord Elrond and was an heir of Isildur. Arador was no common man.

Suddenly, Thranduil had a feeling. He shrugged it off, but still considered it in the back of his mind. For some reason, he couldn't get it out of his head that Legolas would one day become very close with a descendent of Isildur. He thought it to be silly so the thought was buried deep in his mind.

PLEASE READ! IMPORTANT INFO

Hello my wonderful readers! I'm back with another chapter for you! I hope you enjoyed it:)

Once again, I know it has been a while and I know I keep promising to update sooner, but the things it, my life is just busy now. I am so sorry and it makes me sad, but I just don't have as much time to write anymore...

Anyways, I still will write and update my stories, it just might be a little while in between updates. Not like months hopefully...but more like every two weeks or possibly once a week during Christmas break. Just don't get your hopes up.

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Oh, and P.S.

I don't know if you caught it, but Arador is an actual character that J.R.R. Tolkien made up. He is the father of Arathorn who is the father of Aragorn. So basically he is Aragorn's grandfather. Anyways, I got this idea from #EmmaLeaFowler so thank you very much! I knew I couldn't do Aragorn or Arathorn (his father) because this story is before the Hobbit, like about a thousand years before so Arathorn and Aragorn would not be born yet. I am actually even stretching it to have it be Arador, but I didn't want to get too far down the line of Aragorn's family:)

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Elvish word or phrase--
The Adan.

Meaning--
The Man
(Haha...I thought it was fitting)

Random fact--
Aragorn's father, Arathorn, was raised by Elrond as well while Arador (Arathorn's father, Aragorn's grandfather) was in the wild.