Disclaimer: Thranduil and Legolas are the property of the Tolkien estate. I am making no money from this and claim no ownership over these characters.

Glebril, Aniolad and Lithraniel are OCs of my own creation.

"Ada!" I can hear him calling from down the hallway, imagine him barging through groups of people, tripping over his own feet as he runs. In front of me, I can see Aniolad twitching at the prospect of invasion by my son.

"Ada!" he cries, bursting through the door, stumbling into the room as he catches his breath, proudly clutching something in his hands.

He remembers his manners and closes the door, trotting over to where Aniolad and I are sitting, going over a set of maps indicating parts of the forest damaged in a recent fire.

Ignoring the look of pain on Aniolad's face, he puts one grubby hand on the edge of the table to steady himself as he climbs onto my lap.

Once again, the object he's holding catches my eye.

"What have you got there Legolas?" I ask, and he beams, his smile brightening his eyes.

"It's for you! Glebril let me find feathers and things for it when we were having a tracking lesson." He finally presents me with the object, which I now see is a wreath of some kind, not unlike my summer crown.

This however, is a bizarre weaving of leaves and feathers held together with strips of what I suspect to be one of his tunics.

"It's beautiful Legolas," I tell him, watching Aniolad cringe.

Without hesitation I remove the silver band I normally wear in place of a crown and place the gift in its place. Its obviously taking Aniolad some effort to stop himself laughing, but he has manners and manages it. Legolas on the other hands bursts into fits of laughter.

"Ada" It's not a crown! It goes on your wall next to the one Nana made!" he states incredulously, pointing to the intricate weaving of willow stems and dried flowers.

It's my turn to laugh now as I pull the ornament from my hair, trying not to pull the hair with it.

Gently I push him from my lap and stand.

Lithraniel's wreath, made at the time of Legolas' conception is attached by a thread to a spike in the rock. Looking more closely I can see that Legolas' wreath also has a loop attached to it and carefully I hang it from a similar protrusion a little way across the wall.

Stepping back, I kneel, pulling Legolas close, ignoring Aniolad's presence for a moment.

"There. I'm sure it looks much better up there than on my head."

Legolas giggles, joining my own laughter and hugs me back before wriggling free and straightening his tunic. He bows politely to Aniolad who returns the gesture with a nod of his head, before he runs out the room, shouting at a passing friend, letting the door swing shut.

Standing, I turn back to Aniolad.

"Now then..."