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[greenleafling]

Who: Legolas and YOU
What: Legolas is on a bitty loss. Whoops! Hope that thing he’s climbing isn’t important to you. Or that you don’t notice a small elf following you and hiding (conspicuously) behind something.
When: Jan. 22nd to Feb. 5th
Where: Inside the castle, in the garden, in the forest- Anywhere, really.
Rating: C for cute

On the morning on the twenty-second, Legolas woke up not as a five-hundred year old elf with amazing skill with a bow but the equivalent of a six year old elfling who enjoyed climbing things. So several people will see a small elf with golden hair around his shoulders and bright eyes running through the halls.

And without any previous knowledge of the castle or people there. His priority, surprisingly, was not finding a familiar face but exploring. A whole new place available for a small elf child to run through and find things to climb!

He could also be sliding down the railing of the stairs into the lobby with a delighted squeal, or trying to climb the shelves in the library. Legolas could also be running through the garden and kicking around snow, throwing snowballs or going into the forest to try to find a tall tree to climb. Probably not the best idea, he might get stuck in one of them. There was no limit!

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[woodking]

It was not what he would have chosen, with a dragon suddenly so near - even if he had survived his encounter with it, and it seemed to be of a different kind than those of Middle Earth (how many kinds could there truly be?).

He didn't, initially, know what was going on which was why the sight of blonde hair vanishing around a corner and a very familiar laugh was so startling, as he entered the hall. Thranduil, after a moment's pause of adjusting to the familiarity of the scene, gave chase. Because yes it was possible, Galadriel had just proven as much, but still...

[greenleafling]

The giggling elfling darted around a corner, stopping to peek back around for a moment before finding somewhere to hide. Or something to climb. It depended entirely on what he would come across first.

A curtain in the hall came first and he darted behind it, peeking out just a little bit to see if his father walked by his completely ingenious hiding place.

[woodking]

Thranduil, at least, had a great deal of practice in dealing with this situation, though recently he had not been called upon to use it. It appeared that was set to change.

That was Legolas, or a very close imitation, and so after some small consideration Thranduil made his way down the hall, in manner perfectly oblivious to the tiny being peeking out from behind the curtain... until he was level with it. Then he had pulled it away and was crouching, more or less on eye level in the space of a breath.

"Legolas." Despite everything, he is slightly surprised to see it confirmed.

[greenleafling]

With a squeal (that was more of a laugh than anything), Legolas stepped back at his fathers 'sudden' discovery of him before he jumped forward and wrapped his arms around Thranduil's neck in a hug.

He looked absolutely unashamed for his mischief too, once he leaned back enough to look at his father.

"Ada, you found me~"

[woodking]

It has been quite some time since he's been called upon to handle anything of the kind, but old habits die very hard, for an elf, and Thranduil manages to catch him and hold him close without too much delay.

"And what are you doing, little one?"

[greenleafling]

He's content to just nuzzle against his father for a moment, not answering for as long as he can. He wasn't doing anything wrong exactly but he's definitely not being as well-behaved as he should in a new place.

"Just playing. You should play too."

[woodking]

It's been long, very long, since Legolas was this small. Thranduil has to bite back the impulse to hold him too hard, too long, especially with what he now knows. He has few enough excuses to hold him.

"Do you know where you are?"

[greenleafling]

Well, now that Thranduil asks, Legolas looks around a bit before shaking his head. It's nowhere familiar and definitely not home. He hadn't even really thought about it until now.

"No... Where are we?"

[woodking]

Thranduil, for the time being, ignores the question.

"And do you not think that before you begin to play you should have found out where you are?"

[greenleafling]

TIME FOR EXCUSES!

"I was exploring while I was playing... And you're here so it must be safe." Because, clearly, it's always safe with his dad.

[woodking]

A sigh.

"Legolas, you should not be so reckless." Dad can't be everywhere, after all. It is true, at least, that there are less obvious dangers here than there were in Mirkwood, but that did not mean less obvious dangers did not exist.

[greenleafling]

"I haven't gotten hurt though." Not yet but that's clearly enough for Legolas. And nobody has really bothered him otherwise. Even when he has been getting up to mischief.

[inafadingcrown]

In the library, Galadriel sits reading quietly at a table, by all appearances oblivious to the nearby elfling. She's not, of course. This isn't the first time that she's seen the castle turn Legolas into a child and she knows better than to take her eye off him by now.

But she's also willing to play along and it's more fun if he thinks she's not paying attention.

[greenleafling]

A couple of times he'll peek over to make sure she's not 'watching' before going back to his mischief. What books he had found earlier couldn't hold his attention so what can he do but find some other way to entertain himself.

By climbing the shelves.

He's at least careful not to kick the books or anything.

[inafadingcrown]

Well, that changes things. She was perfectly willing to let him have his shenanigans so long as he was doing no harm. But with climbing the shelves, there is an actual risk of him falling and hurting himself.

So she rises and swiftly makes her way to where he's climbing, plucking him from the shelves.

[greenleafling]

Legolas squirms in her arms, pouting over the fact that someone has seen fit to spoil his fun. He wouldn't have fallen (just have gotten stuck because getting down is harder) and he could have seen the entire library from up there, it's not fair!

Oh, but he can see a lot from here too. This is nice. The pout quickly fades then and he gets a good look around before looking to see who had plucked him off the shelves. His expression changes again, the elfling looking at little bashful at getting caught. It helps to look bashful, right? That totally means less scolding.

Oops.

[inafadingcrown]

That cute look will not avail you, little one; she has seen it before. She does her best to keep a stern look on her face (though admittedly, it is a little difficult not to smile).

"And what do you think you are doing, pinig?"

[greenleafling]

It never hurts to try and Legolas does try to keep himself out of the worst kinds of trouble. Usually. Sometimes. He just can't help himself though, there are so many new things here and new sights to see! And none of his friends are here to keep him otherwise distracted.

"Exploring~"

It's the truth at least. Just a lot more innocent than he really was behaving.

[inafadingcrown]

She raises an eyebrow. "And you could not explore with both your feet on the ground?"

[greenleafling]

The most obvious answer is 'no' but Legolas doesn't say that. It's not the answer she's looking for, he just knows it. That's never the answer anyone wants to hear when he gets up to something.

"It wouldn't be as fun." That's probably not any better.

[inafadingcrown]

"Nor would it be as dangerous." She sets him back on the ground and looks down at him. "What would your father say if she saw you now, climbing on shelves?"

[greenleafling]

Legolas shuffles miserably and stares at the floor for a long moment before glancing up at her. And then back at the floor.

"He'd tell me to stop climbing." This is mumbled and he lightly kicks at the floor. Not that it's ever actually... stopped him.

[inafadingcrown]

"And should you not behave as you know is proper, even without his guidance?" He won't always, of course. No small child does. But the reminder may improve his behavior for a time, at least.

...garden, in the snow!

[starlighted]

As a Wood Elf Tauriel has climbed more than her share of trees, and finds familiarity in doing so—but here in this strange place she chooses to stay closer to the ground. The castle looming in the distance is most likely where she may get answers to her myriad questions of how she's ended up here, and she has every intention of exploring the inside. For now, she warily circles the outside grounds surrounding it, getting her bearings.

There is snow on the ground, lightly packed, but she walks on the surface of it with ease and a lightness of step. The cold doesn't bother her in the least; it barely registers despite her thin clothing. What does interest her, though, is the sound of a soft childish giggle that she can just barely hear over the wind and rustling of trees, and she moves in stealth in the direction of it.

\o/

[greenleafling]

Legolas himself is in the garden, packing snow into snowballs and finding a good place to hide. He doesn't expect to see another elf out here, because what else could she be if she's walking over the snow like that, with him. So when Tauriel approaches, he dives for his hiding spot with only a few of his snowballs and peeks out at her.

He tries hard not to laugh as he watches her, reaching for a snowball, before chucking it at her.