The Many Tales Of A Man, an elf and an occasional dwarf

Pillow Fights

You could say that the older you get the more mature you become, you could also say that you wouldn't find adults having a pillow fight in the palace however these are two of the things Thranduil cannot say about his son and his best friend. Legolas and Aragorn had been best friends since Aragorn was small and it was very very difficult to tell them to do something without some arguments and some serious pouting Thranduil would tell you it was way easier to get them to do something when they were small compared to now.

Especially now as he looks into his sons bedroom to see his son snuggled under the blankets covered with a bandage around his head already covered in dried blood and a bandage round his arm, Aragorn was draped over the top of him also bandaged this time around his other arm and across the chest. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the image of a blood stained Aragorn rushing through his palace gates carrying his unmoving son before he collapsed at his feet. That was but 5 days ago things had got better since then, closing the door behind them Thranduil made his way to his quarters for some much needed sleep.

It was really early when he woke pain ran through him and something else no someone else looking down as best as he could legolas looked upon his best friend Aragorn covered in blankets and not at all comfortable in his sleeping arrangement, as if his friend could sense his watchful eye Aragorn woke slowly but fully aware once he realised his friend was indeed alive "legolas.. you ok?" Aragorn was ashamed of how his voice sounded and too his horror his friend laughed at him with that musical voice of his, a slap on the arm brought Legolas staring at his friend "I am well mellon nin how are your ribs?" He asked the human in front "they are bearable" the reply was met with a smirk and a knowing look and without warning Aragorn found himself on the floor after being assaulted by his best friends pillow.

Thranduil had awoken early he was not sure why but he ventured towards his sons room to see if they had awoken he shouldn't of been surprised to find a pillow launched at his face as he opened the door, looking at the shocked faces of the two 'adults' in front of him it became obvious that it was in fact his son who was the guilty party launching pillows at his father. Sighing Thranduil turned and closed the door behind him locking eyes with a nearby servant he simply summed up the situation "so it begins" his voice came out tired and exhausted as if he had been dealing with a bunch of 5 year olds rather than his stubborn son and another he looked upon as a son also, the only people capable of giving the great King Thranduil grey hairs. He knew in that moment he was in for a long day however he decided he wasn't going to spend it alone sending a messenger to rivendell to fetch his own best friend so they can share the joy and annoyance their sons gave them when together.