Buzzing Trouble

This story has been on my other site for many years so I thought it was high time to post it here. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas or any of the LOTR or Hobbit characters. All rights go to the brilliant minds of J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson, and I seek no money or profit from this fan-work.

Buzzing Trouble
by: Elven_Soul

A calm spring breeze softly undulated the petals of a flower as a black and yellow striped creature descended onto its fuzzy, sticky yellow surface. Two royal elves; one of golden hair and the other silver, sat beneath the boughs of an oak enjoying a good meal and nature blossoming and thriving around them.

The golden-haired prince suddenly sat up and pointed toward a flower. "Ada, what is that?" he asked, clearly excited by what ever he had found.

The silver-haired king shifted his head towards the direction his son was pointing. "It is called a bee, Legolas."

Thranduil continued speaking, knowing it was highly likely for more like-questions to spring to his son's mind. He might as well answer them all ahead of time. "Bees are what help make this garden so beautiful. They land on flowers to drink the sugary sweet nectar inside them, and while they do this pollen sticks to their legs. When the bee flies to a new flower, the pollen from the bee's legs will then rub off onto that particular flower, giving it the ability to make seeds which will one day turn into new beautiful flowers. This process is called pollination."

Legolas looked intrigued and lightly tugged on his father's sleeve. "More! Tell me more!" He took a bite of his food, the bread crunching as he waited patiently for a response.

Thranduil looked thoughtful for a moment, trying to find more interesting facts he could tell the boy. Then his eyes landed on what he himself held in his hand.

"All right, what we are eating now is honey and bread. Bees made the honey." Thranduil was uncertain at first if his son heard him, but sure enough, a few moments later, Legolas looked up from where he was experimentally running a finger over the glossy surface of his bread, and his eyes widened with excitement and surprise.

"Really?"

The Elvenking's lips twitched, finding it amusing how his son treated something so common as 'honey' as the world's most interesting discovery. "Yes. That is what you are touching with your finger."

Legolas stared at his honey coated finger for a moment before popping it into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste with newfound joy.

With a soft smile on his lips, Thranduil finished the last few bites of his own honey-lembas and laid back against the bark.

The cool breeze felt so good against his skin and the fresh oxygen sweetly filled his lungs, ridding them of the stale palace air. It had been much too long since his last vacation and the Elvenking intended on taking full advantage of the gracious time he had been afforded, to relax and gather his thoughts while on a lovely care-free picnic with his son.

The tree above the two was in all sense of the word, ecstatic to have the two royals- especially Elvenking- resting against its bough after so many years, continuously sending both elves warm emotions of happiness and joy.

Thranduil reached forward and gently rested his hand on one of its exposed roots, his long fingers easily reaching entirely around the thickness of it in almost a caress, his face portraying the fierce love he felt for the greatly important part of his kingdom. Thranduil knew that if the strength of the elves ever failed the trees of their home would protect them till they were nothing but splinters.