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The tiny cuts on Legolas' face stung and the constant groans and threats coming from the dwarves rang in his ears. He had thirteen dwarves as his nuisance after he had found them in the forest. A big part of him just wanted to let them go and be done with the matter, but he knew that his father, the king, wanted to question them first and then probably lock them up.
"Hey, pointy-ears, where are you taking us?" One of the dwarves hollered at him, but Legolas pretended not to hear. They were almost at the kingdom, and it wasn't long until he could get rid of the dwarves. It was irritating to listen to their constant groaning.
- -
You sat on Thranduil's lap as he sat on his throne, and you giggled when his fingers ran up and down on your sides, the light touch making you squirm as you tried to get him to stop.
"That tickles."
"Oh, does it now?" He asked, and you knew what he was about to do but you weren't fast enough to move away from him. His hands landed on your sides again, tickling you vigorously. Your bright laughter echoed from the walls of the throne room, and you breathlessly tried to get your husband to stop.
"Thrand- Thranduil, stop!" Your hands were on his as you tried to free yourself of his assault. His fingers moved slightly and hit an even more ticklish spot, which made you laugh even harder.
"Thranduil! Please stop!" You squealed, squirming in his hold, and he let out a soft laugh.
"That has its price, my love."
"An-anything!" You managed to get out, and he stopped, leaning in as you panted, trying to fill your lungs fully with air again.
"Kiss me." You rolled your eyes but placed a brief, soft kiss on his lips, still breathing heavier than normal.
"You should be punished for blackmailing the queen." You muttered to him, placing your forehead to rest against his.
"Oh, do you have a certain punishment in mind?" He asked, feigning worry.
"I'll think of something." There was a slightly teasing tone in your words as you lifted your eyes to his. His icy blue irises were so filled with love, and you smiled. To many others, he seemed cold and even cruel at times, but he was the most loving husband.
"I love you, my moon." You muttered to him, brushing your nose against his.
"And I love you, my stars." His lips connected with yours and this kiss was far from the short, soft one you just had. It was long and packed with emotion, and a second, third, and fourth followed after you had to pull away for breath.
A voice sounding from the doorway broke you apart.
"Ada, naneth, could you not do that in the throne room!" Legolas pleaded, causing the ruling couple to pull away from each other and laugh lightly.
"What is it, Ionneg (son)?" Thranduil asked, straightening his back slightly. Legolas didn't usually visit the throne room unless there had been something wrong on the patrol.
"We found thirteen dwarves wandering around in the woods, want me to send them in?" Thranduil nodded and you stood up from his lap reluctantly and walked two short steps to your throne and sat down on it. It was better if you sat on your own thrones when receiving visitors. You still layed your hand on the handrest as Thranduil's came to rest on top of yours. Legolas walked away to the door and brought in a group of ragged-looking dwarves.
"State your business in Mirkwood." Thranduil's tone was completely different from the soft one he had used with you as he leered at the dwarves. They stayed silent, and you resisted an eye roll. There was hardly a more stubborn and proud being on middle Earth than a dwarf. Legolas stepped to his right, slightly out of the way so you and Thranduil could get a clear view of the dwarves. Doing so, he stepped straight into the beam of light created by a nearby lantern and you noticed the marks on his face.
"Legolas, lasdithen (little leaf), what happened to your face?" You gasped and shot up from your throne, gathering your hems in your hands as you hurried down the stairs to your son. Thranduil tensed as you descended to the same level as the dwarves, and with a slight flick of a finger, he gestured a guard to your protection.
You placed your hands gently onto Legolas' cheeks as you inspected his wounds. They weren't deep, but that didn't mean they didn't bother you. You did not want to see your little leaf hurt.
"Naneth, I am all right." Legolas tried to squirm away from your hold, but you didn't let go. You ran your thumb across the wound on the side of his face, next to his eye. It was the deepest one, and it was still seeping blood slightly.
"Are you hurt elsewhere?" You let your hands fall and search his body for other injuries, and he shakes his head, taking a step back.
"I'm fine, naneth." He ensures you, but you still continue to scan him over with your eyes. He is similar to Thranduil, who also refuses to admit they have been hurt. They could be missing a hand and they would still insist they are perfectly fine.
Legolas let out a quiet breath of air in slight annoyance. It was embarrassing enough to find your mother and father cooing and snuggling up with one another, but why did his mother have to fuss over him so much? He was a grown elf for Eru's sake! As you continued to check your son over, Thranduil continued to interrogate the dwarves. They were still standing still and silent, and it was starting to irritate Thranduil. He sneaked a glance at you still examining your son, trying to calm down, before he continued to demand them their intentions in Mirkwood.
"For the hundredth time, naneth, I am fine. Stop fussing." Legolas grumbled, and you shook your head.
"If I don't worry then who will?" You muttered, a tear appearing in your eye. Legolas sighed slowly.
"You don't have to worry, I can defend myself."
"I know you can. I just- I don't like seeing you hurt, little leaf." Legolas fought the blush that was rising on his cheeks. He liked when you called him a little leaf, but only when you were in private. You had called him that for the longest time, the nickname made him feel safe. But calling him that in front of prisoners was a little embarrassing.
"Love, you're embarrassing Legolas." Thranduil's voice sounded from his throne, and Legolas let out a small breath of relief.
"I didn't mean to." You kissed Legolas' cheek.
"You're doing it again." He muttered, and you gave him a soft smile.
"My apologies." You returned to your throne. Well, to Thranduil's throne, as you decided to sit in his lap. Legolas wanted to cry out in anguish. Could you stop being in love for one moment? Just long enough to decide what to do with the dwarves?!
Thranduil was starting to really tired from not getting any answers from the dwarves, and you could feel his muscles tensing under you. You pressed your nose to his neck and placed a hand on his, trying to calm his nerves. Down on the platform, Legolas was prepared to plunge a sword through his chest. Thranduil took a deep breath to gather his nerves, and then, he spoke to the guards.
"Take them to the dungeons." They began hauling them towards the dungeon, ignoring their protests.
"Stay here if you will and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf. I am patient. I can wait." Thranduil yelled after them, and you giggled into his neck. He turned to face you.
"What? You placed a kiss just under his ear, making your nose brush it.
"I like it when you use that voice." You muttered, and he chuckled.
"Oh, really?" His tone was darker than normal, and you almost shuddered. Almost.
"Yes." You kept trailing kisses on his neck.
"I like it when gets all commanding and dark."
"Then let us try it in the bedroom and see how you like it in there." With that, he picked you up and carried you off, your laughter bouncing off the walls of the throne hall.
- -
Legolas slammed the door shut as loudly as possible. He just wanted to forget what he had just heard.
"Something bothering you?" Tauriel, who wrangled one of the dwarves towards the dungeons.
"My parents," Legolas muttered, and Tauriel smiled.
"What of them?"
"They can't keep their hands off each other for a minute! And why does she have to fuss over me like I am a child?" Legolas muttered, and Tauriel smiled even wider.
"They are in love, it happens. She loves you, you are her only son, and of course, she wants you safe." Tauriel spoke simply, grabbing the dwarf's shoulder tighter as he tried to wander too far from her.
"But does she have to embarrass me in front of everyone? And do they have to coo at each other in public, can't they do it in private?" Tauriel shook her head and escorted the dwarf into the cell.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much. It'll pass. You better get going." Legolas looked at Tauriel, frowning.
"Where? Why?" This time, Tauriel let out a small laugh.
"You heard them, they won't be in the throne room for a while. You'll have to keep the kingdom running while they are ... occupied otherwise." Tauriel's voice had a clear teasing tone, she had clearly heard what the ruling couple had been talking about before they left the throne room, and Legolas blushed up to his earlobes. He wished today could just end so he could go to bed and climb under the covers to die from embarrassment.