The Prince of Mirkwood

Chapter 1

[ Disclaimer : the cover art is not mine ]

Tiny footsteps sounded from the wine cellar. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Oi!" A gruff voice sounded. Another pair of footsteps began to echo around the room - But these were faster and more frantic.

A smashed bottle of wine was splayed out across the floor as the two ran.

"My prince! Come, if your father sees you in the wine cellar he'll be furious!"

Legolas all but giggled and continued to scuttle around, his stubby legs wobbling slightly.  The nameless elf continued his chase, terror indenting his  face. Suddenly, they both froze.

"I heard giggling.." the elven king muttered grimly, pacing forwards slowly. He looked down at his son, the corners of his lips beginning to tug downwards. "Legolas."

The young prince's eyes widened, but his ambitious grin remained on his red cheeked face. "Ada!"

At that, Thranduil couldn't help but smile. With a gentle chuckle, he lifted his son into his arms and shook his head. "Been getting ourselves into trouble, have we?" He asked , silver gaze blazing into the other elf's.

The tall male gulped. "It wasn't my fault, I promise, my King. Tandriel was chasing Legolas and I-"

Eyes widening, his head snapped around violently.

"Tandriel!" He gasped, skidding towards the platinum blonde haired, petite elf.

The youngling giggled loudly, red liquid covering her plump, pink lips.

Lowering his son down to the ground, the Elven king strode towards Tandriel, thick eyebrows narrowed in a disapproval. "Who let you in here, Tandriel?" He questioned, his hands meeting at the middle of his  waist.

"Kaldor!" She laughed, pointing her round fingers at the trembling elf guard that had snatched the alcohol away from her.

"Mm.. I see." Thranduil murmured, escorting the two young elves out of the cellar. He led them both up the stairs and dismissed Tandriel before turning to his son. "Too much ambition is bad, My Son. As king one day, you must know this."

Legolas groaned and slumped down on his chair , arms crossed over his chest.

"I know, I know!" The young elf snapped.

Thranduil poured himself a glass of wine, his gaze unmoving as he made his way towards his throne.

"I see," he nodded, seating himself down.

Legolas' s eyes lit up instantly as he leapt towards his father and scrambled up onto his lap. It was routine for them to do this - Legolas insisted on that.

[ I hope you enjoyed this! He'll be aging throughout the story - Even though he wasn't in the hobbit books, I'll be replaying the scenes in his pov ]