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Winter Dreams

Beta: Half Elf Lost

9: gold, amber and ebony

December 9th

He crept through the winding, rough-hewn caverns of his father's halls. In his hands was a messily wrapped box with an even sloppier tied bow atop it. His blue eyes shone brightly as he stalked closer and closer to his father's office door, his bottom lip sandwiched between his tiny teeth as he brushed a strand of blond hair from his face.

Legolas looked up at the tall, heavy door and a sudden rush of fear swept through his little body. He never bothered his father during the day when the King was busy with the string of Elves who came and went through this door. It seemed wrong to barge in on his father's important business. But today was different.

Today was Yule.

He slowly pulled the latch and pushed on the thick door, using all the strength in his small body. The Elfling peered into the dimness of the office, his wide eyes seeking his father's tall, golden form. There was no other Elf, in Legolas' eyes, who was as brave, as smart, and as loving as his Ada, and he wanted to give him something to show how much he admired the King.

Thranduil was seated at his desk, bent over a stack of parchment, a quill in his hand. Legolas quietly approached, the package hidden behind his slender form. Thranduil looked up when Legolas stopped at his side and smiled at his son.

"What is it, Legolas?" he asked, putting the quill aside and turning to face the child.

Legolas held out the messy gift, his face a mask of uneasy anticipation. "For you, Ada."

Thranduil picked Legolas up, sitting the child in his lap. He took the gift in his hands and gazed down into the expectant child's eyes. "Did you wrap this yourself?" Legolas nodded solemnly. Thranduil chuckled and tore the package open, revealing a small, plain box. "What is this?" he mused, turning his eyes back to Legolas.

"You will have to open it, Ada," Legolas giggled as he cuddled against his father's broad chest.

The Elvenking opened the box and stared down at its contents. He did not know when the tears came, but they did, one sliding down his cheeks after another. "Oh, Legolas," he breathed, fingering the thick braid inside the box. Three separate locks of hair had been plaited together: gold, amber and raven.

"I wanted you to always remember that Naneth would be here with us if she could be. She loved us so, Ada," Legolas whispered.

Thranduil held the child close to him, the braid clenched tight in his hand. "Legolas, this is the most wonderful gift I could ever receive," he said raggedly. "Thank you."


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next		Winter Dreams Beta: Half Elf Lost 9: gold, amber and ebony December 9th He crept through the winding, rough-hewn caverns of his father's halls. In his hands was a messily wrapped box with an even sloppier tied bow atop it. His blue eyes shone brightly as he stalked closer and closer to his father's office door, his bottom lip sandwiched between his tiny teeth as he brushed a strand of blond hair from his face. Legolas looked up at the tall, heavy door and a sudden rush of fear swept through his little body. He never bothered his father during the day when the King was busy with the string of Elves who came and went through this door. It seemed wrong to barge in on his father's important business. But today was different. Today was Yule. He slowly pulled the latch and pushed on the thick door, using all the strength in his small body. The Elfling peered into the dimness of the office, his wide eyes seeking his father's tall, golden form. There was no other Elf, in Legolas' eyes, who was as brave, as smart, and as loving as his Ada, and he wanted to give him something to show how much he admired the King. Thranduil was seated at his desk, bent over a stack of parchment, a quill in his hand. Legolas quietly approached, the package hidden behind his slender form. Thranduil looked up when Legolas stopped at his side and smiled at his son. "What is it, Legolas?" he asked, putting the quill aside and turning to face the child. Legolas held out the messy gift, his face a mask of uneasy anticipation. "For you, Ada." Thranduil picked Legolas up, sitting the child in his lap. He took the gift in his hands and gazed down into the expectant child's eyes. "Did you wrap this yourself?" Legolas nodded solemnly. Thranduil chuckled and tore the package open, revealing a small, plain box. "What is this?" he mused, turning his eyes back to Legolas. "You will have to open it, Ada," Legolas giggled as he cuddled against his father's broad chest. The Elvenking opened the box and stared down at its contents. He did not know when the tears came, but they did, one sliding down his cheeks after another. "Oh, Legolas," he breathed, fingering the thick braid inside the box. Three separate locks of hair had been plaited together: gold, amber and raven. "I wanted you to always remember that Naneth would be here with us if she could be. She loved us so, Ada," Legolas whispered. Thranduil held the child close to him, the braid clenched tight in his hand. "Legolas, this is the most wonderful gift I could ever receive," he said raggedly. "Thank you."