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rocky41_7Thranduil rolled onto his side, pulled Legolas up into one arm, and rolled back, pulling the child onto the bed with him, ensconcing Legolas in the curve of his body.
“Hi Ada,” Legolas said with a hint of that clarity which would come to him with age.
“Your mother is gone,” Thranduil told him, carding his fingers up through Legolas’ baby-soft hair. “She has left us. Someday you will understand what this means.” Legolas simply pulled at Thranduil’s shirt and babbled nonsensically.
“Play blocks?” Legolas asked. “Ada play?” Thranduil said no more, just cradled the child against his chest, rubbing his thumb lightly over the delicate point of Legolas’ little ear.
“Shh.” Legolas squirmed a little, but began to still, and for some time lay peaceably with his father while Thranduil drifted in some place between waking and sleeping, a place he had become intimately familiar with in the last weeks; a place he wished never to leave. Eventually, he grew restless and struggled to his feet, unable to get his bearings on the soft mattress. He fell backwards off his feet, but gave it another go, then tripping forward over his father’s body. He burst into giggles and grabbed at Thranduil’s short hair, tiny nails scraping his ear. Thranduil rolled onto his back to look at the child, and Legolas gave him a pink grin, and promptly seated himself on his father’s chest.
“Oof. You’re heavier than you look,” Thranduil said, which was certainly true with Legolas’ entire weight on his ribcage. Legolas slapped his hands against Thranduil’s breast, and he raised his own to let Legolas press their palms together, something that had entertained him a great deal in days past.
It worked just as well then, and Legolas delighted in fitting his minuscule paw against his father’s long-fingered hands. He clapped their palms together and wrapped his hands around Thranduil’s fingers, bringing Thranduil’s right hand up to his mouth to gum at his fingers. Gently, Thranduil ran the tip of his finger around Legolas’ mouth, feeling for any new teeth ready to break the gumline. There were a few lumps that promised soon to cause the prince great discomfort, but they had no dearth of teething supplies; when Legolas’ first teeth came in, he had only to mention it only off-handedly to a single person before they were flooded with relevant gifts. He would have praised heartily the generosity of Greenwood the Great, if he did not know it had more to do with Legolas being the only baby in the kingdom than any inborn sense of charity among the Silvan and Sindar.
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