Remember How I Love You (Sequel to 'Through Fire and Water')

The Cares of Fathers

Legolas' P.O.V.

Sometimes I can't stand how endlessly enthusiastic

2 year olds can be, but right now I am nothing but thankful for Thalion's

boundless energy. The house was practically silent before he woke up as Nemir

and I sat and waited to see if Ana would come home. We've had no luck in that

respect, but at least now we have a distraction. Thalion gallops around the

living room, pretending to be a knight on a horse - or maybe it's a king, I've

lost track - chasing me while I swoop and growl in imitation of a dragon. I

fall to the ground, play-wrestling with him before howling "No! No! Stop! I

surrender! You are too powerful for me" in my best dragon voice. Thalion

staggers to his feet before climbing up onto the sofa to rescue the 'damsel in

distress' that is his auntie Nemir.

"You are now rescued, My Lady" he says, giving

a rather unsure bow before falling over on the unstable sofa cushions and being

scooped up by Nemir.

"Thank you my Lord, how will I ever repay

you?" she says.

"No need to repay me, it's just what a

knight does"

Ah, so he's a knight, at least now I know.

I pick up the discarded plate from

Thalion's breakfast, abandoned when eating turned into hunting dragons, and

take it through to the kitchen before it can get smashed. I place the plate on

the kitchen table and take a moment to be alone. I rub a hand over my face.

"It'll be fine" I say "She's just punishing

me, that's all. She can be childish sometimes, she's fine"

She's

not fine the tiny voice in the back of my head

whispers she was blinded by anger and

that caused her to get into trouble. She's always getting into trouble.

"No, no she's fine"

Whatever

you say. I'm just saying, anything could have happened.

"Shut up" I snap at myself before shaking

my head, ending the conversation with my inner doubts. "You've spent far too

long with Ana, Legolas" I mutter "You've started talking to yourself like she

does"

Maybe taking a moment alone isn't the best

idea, it seems that every time I'm by myself I end up either having an argument

with the voice in my head or making myself panic.

Spending time with people it is then.

I turn around and begin to make my way back

to my energetic son and my friend, but I only make it as far as the small

corridor between the kitchen and the living room when I stop, noticing a faint