1. Elfling Lost
'Don't panic' Thranduil thought desperately. 'How can one little elfling evade an entire palace for four hours? How could a simple game of hide-and-seek go so terribly wrong?'
Striding down the corridor to the family sitting room, he decided to check his rooms one last time. Starting at the door, he systematically (and impatiently) began to look in every nook, every shadow, the wardrobe, the various storage chests, and the bath – with no better results then the previous three attempts. Pausing in the center of the room, he closed his eyes and felt for the bond he had with his son.
After only a moment, he felt him, 'Calm? Content? I'm ready to tear the entire forest to the ground to find him and he is peaceful!' With sudden remembrance of a similar day, he rushed on light feet to the food cellars, slipped into the room where the candied fruits were kept, and began searching every possible place an elfling could hide. There, hidden on the ground behind a rather large crate, was a spray of golden hair. Angling around the crates, the tension melted from his lithe frame as a soft smile lit his face. There Legolas lay fast asleep, with three small empty and discarded fruit bags scattered around him, and one hand resting in a half-empty fourth.
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