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The forest was eerie quiet as the sun had begun to set, the shadows streaking across the forest floor looking more menacing as they threaded deeper.
"Are you sure it is a good idea for you to be out so soon after being injured?" Tauriel followed after her best friend, dodging branches as she tried to keep up with him.
"I'm perfectly alright, Tauriel, stop worrying." His words were light and worry-free, but she didn't believe a word, especially after seeing how he grimaced after trying to shoot an arrow off his bow. His shoulder clearly still bothered him, but he was far too stubborn and/or prideful to admit it.
"It is mostly healed now." The blonde prince assured her and ran deeper into the forest, Tauriel followed close behind, sighing. She had tried to stop him from going but wasn't even sure he had heard her, being too focused on finally getting out of the kingdom. After being stuck inside for the past four days after he injured his shoulder, the prince had been close to losing his mind. He had, against the healer's advice, gotten out of bed and headed straight toward the forest. The queen would not be happy that Legolas was back in the woods so soon after being injured.
Legolas had just arrived back to the kingdom through the front doors of the kingdom when a yell carried out from inside the kingdom.
"Legolas Thranduillon!" The said elf tensed, glancing around as if looking for a place to hide. His eyes landed on Tauriel, who shook her head.
"Don't look at me, you are the one that insisted that you could go out there. I did try and stop you." Just as she finished her sentence, you emerged from the stairs, your crown resting atop of your hair and your long silvery gown following your movements perfectly. You had clearly just stepped out of a meeting. You raised a brow as you saw your son standing in the entryway of the kingdom. You didn't have a chance to say anything before he started explaining.
"Naneth, my arm is completely healed." Legolas tried, but just like Tauriel, you saw right through him. He was holding his bow in his right hand, as it always resided in his left when he intended to shoot with it.
You just raised a brow at his statement and took a step forward.
"It's completely healed you say? So it doesn't hurt when I do this?" You squeezed the top of his shoulder with your fingers, and he flinched as the pain shot through his arm, taking an involuntary step away from you.
"Mostly healed." He tried, but you just shook your head with a stern look in your eyes.
"You are going to go to your room and rest your shoulder. You will stay there until the healer deems that you are healthy enough that you can use it, and not a moment before." Your words were stern, and Legolas opened his mouth to argue, but you beat him to it.
"I will drag you by your ear if I have to." Tauriel had to fight to keep herself from smirking, trying to chase away the image of the queen dragging grown Legolas upstairs by his ear. Legolas deemed it to best for his health (and pride) to walk to his room. You turned to Tauriel.
"Come fetch me if he tries to leave again. Feel free to remind him of my threat." You gave her a small smile before you exited the hall, the long silvery train of your dress sweeping across the cold stone floors.
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You made your way to your bedroom and found your husband sitting by his desk,
"Our son sneaked out today." Thranduil lifted his head from his paperwork, not quite sure what he had heard.
"Pardon?" He asked, and you repeated your previous statement, making a small smile start tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Legolas is a grown elf, Y/N, how exactly did he 'sneak out'? Was it past his bedtime?" Hidden laughter could be heard in his words, and you glared at him with a look that would have sent any of the guards in the kingdom running for the hills.
"He injured his shoulder four days ago, and the healer said that he had to keep weight off of it for at least that long, and then avoid straining it beyond day-to-day activities." You sighed, picking at the tassel on the throw pillow that you had selected as the new target of your frustration.
Thranduil turned his eyes to you, setting his quill next to the paper he had been writing on.
"I am sure he thought that it was for the best, I would have done the same thi-" He never got to finish his sentence as you threw the pillow at his head. He dodged, and it hit a wall with a soft sound, falling to the floor.
"An apple does not fall far from the tree, you two are the most stubborn elves I have ever met in my life!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air in frustration.
"And yet, you love us." He had gotten up from his desk and walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to the top of your head before resting his head atop of yours.
"That I do." You admitted, closing your eyes as his arms drew you closer.