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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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"Ah, but you are the one who asked me." And really, Legolas would end up doing what he wanted anyway, so he might as well start as he would continue.

He looks thoughtful, almost comically so. Like this is a very very difficult decision. And, to Legolas, it really is.

"Can we go play in the snow?"

But it was good for him, and so Thranduil stayed silent and watched.

"If that is what you wish." He smiled as he said it - it was not a thing that could often be at home, after all. "You may find it colder than you expect." He was a very young elf.

"I can handle it~" Look at his face, he was confident he could do it. Just like anyone else. At least until it does get too cold for him. And then he'll try to think of a good reason to go back inside without admitting it.

He hopped out of his fathers arms and took his hand, trying to tug him towards the stairs and the door outside.

Thranduil let himself be pulled without protest - there really wasn't any reason not to go outside here, after all. "Very well, let us go."

These were the good days, when Legolas could tug his father along for his games or finding something to play. And playing outside in the snow seems like the best idea ever.

And so he let himself be led throughout the halls, gently steering Legolas in the correct directions when necessary. Oddly, they were thinking much the same thing. These days were limited, and must be made the most of while they were yet here. For, now more than ever, he knew they would not last.

Which was good because Legolas really had no idea where he was going. He was just trying to lead the way. When they finally reach the front doors and head outside, which probably took a bit longer than it should have at this point, Legolas happily lets go of his fathers hand and runs ahead into the snow.

It was easy enough to guess itself, after so long of knowing Legolas, who had changed less than might be expected as he had grown. It was also easy enough to guess his wish for independence, and to attempt to subtly humor it.

Thranduil drops Legolas's hand as they reach the outside and watches his child dart away across the snow.

Which is why Thranduil is clearly the best dad, something Legolas would argue until he was blue in the face. Especially so young a Legolas as this.

He dives into a pile of snow, peeking up after a moment and covered except for this eyes. And he watches his father for a moment before springing up with a snowball in hand and chucking it.