Title: The Chase
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Character: Thranduil
Summary: A chase in the palace.
Notes: I was bored.
The
King of Greenwood ignored the odd looks he got as he charged
in a most undignified manner along the halls. He’d have
thought those who resided in the palace would be used to it
by now – since the birth of his son the previous calm
of his home had been well and truly shattered, along with his
dignity.
He
cursed as he had to swerve to avoid a servant who appeared
unexpectedly in front of him. Her arms were full of china
plates and he swore again when he realised that he had almost
been the cause of the destruction of his favourite dishes,
not to mention scaring the poor maid to within an inch of
her immortal life.
Round
corners and down passageways he went, doing his best to avoid
others, while his sharp eyes searched for his son. Honestly,
he’d only averted his gaze for a moment and the child
had vanished! He sighed in exasperation – being a father
was far more work than ruling a realm, without a doubt!
Finally
coming to a halt outside the kitchens, he spied something
dark and sticky on the floor. Bending down, he scooped a little
onto his finger and sniffed it. A slow smile spread over his
face as he recognised the sweet sticky jam as the filling
of his son’s favourite treat. Further inspection of
the floor revealed a suspicious trail of crumbs.
Carefully
and quietly he followed the trail, until he came at last to
a high alcove. Nestled within was his slumbering child, covered
in the remains of the berry tart that he had no doubt sweet-talked
the cook into giving him. He was far too charming for his
own good – and he knew it.
Sighing,
the king picked up the Elfling, who instinctively snuggled
into his arms. “You do try my patience sometimes,”
the king chuckled, knowing full well that his son was not
listening. “But enjoy it while you can, my little Thranduil.
Because one day, the shoe will be on the other foot and you
will chase an Elfling throughout the palace!” Smirking
in satisfaction at the thought, Oropher carried his son back
home.
END
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