His son ran ahead of him, excited to go to the pastures. Legolas reached his tenth birthday, and would finally get his own horse. In his mind, Thranduil made a list of what he needed to do next: have a saddle made, find a teacher for riding lessons, try to keep his beloved son from attaching himself to the saddle. If Legolas had his way, he'd ride forever.
They reached the pastures, and Legolas ran to the nearest horse. In moments, his son was up on the horse and riding away. Thranduil laughed. There would be no need for lessons.
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