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Obedience to a king	By : lovinghimonly Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 4832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR, The Hobbit, or any other Tolkien world. The story is meant only for entertainment purposes, not money. English is not my native tongue. Please excuse errors. Constructive criticism is most welcome.

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Legolas held Míron firmly in his arms while his young brother tried to catch the snowflakes that swirled through the air. He pulled the hood deeper in Míron's face to protect him from the cold. Míron looked Legolas defiantly and pushed the hood entirely from his head. Legolas chuckled and pulled the hood over his brother's head. Míron raised his hand again and stopped when he saw Legolas' forefinger which was pointed at his face.
"The hood remains on your head. Otherwise, we will go immediately into the palace."
Míron pouted and devoted his attention to the snowflakes, which he tried to catch with his tiny hands. Legolas smiled, enjoying these moments with his brother to the fullest. The timing had been absolutely perfect. During the winter months Legolas had less duties, and he could spend a lot of time with Míron.
"Aew, aew," Míron suddenly shouted excitedly and pointed his finger at a small bird, which had strayed into the palace garden in search of food.
Legolas took a piece lembas bread from his pocket which he had brought for Míron and walked slowly toward the bird. The bird flew into a bush and looked at the two elves. Legolas broke off a small piece lembas and gave the larger piece to Míron before he crumbled the rest lembas in his palm. Then he stretched out his arm.
Míron's eyes widened as the bird sat on Legolas' hand and began to pick up the crumbs. His thin lips curled into an o and he watched in awe as the bird devoured everything before he began to chirp a jolly song. Slowly the little prince began to chew on his lembas as he watched the bird which had now flown on a branch. He sang a moment before he flew away. Míron looked after the bird and yawned.
"Let me take you to your mother," said Legolas, before they left the palace garden.

"Ada, ada! Aew!"
Thranduil looked at his sons, which entered his chamber. He got up and went to meet them.
"Have you seen a bird," he asked, enjoying the light of joy that shone in the eyes of his youngest son.
Míron was so innocent and knew nothing of the darkness which tried to spread in Middle Earth. Thranduil was determined that it would remain for as long as possible like that.
"Aew, aew," Míron cried again when his father took him in his arms.
Thranduil threw the squeaking Míron in the air and caught him in his arms. He continued until Míron screamed continuously with delight. Then Thranduil pressed him firmly against his chest and kissed Míron's forehead before sitting down with him on the settee in front of the fireplace. There, he began to undress him.
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The winter months brought a lot of snow to the woodland realm, so that Míron was soon a pro in catching snowflakes. In the early January he began to walk and Legolas took him daily to the palace garden, where his little brother was trying to fight his way through the snow.
In mid-February Legolas found Elrond and Baineth alone in the chamber. Elrond had stayed in the woodland realm since Baineth had been sick after Míron's birth, which is very unusual for elves. He had agreed to stay with them, to make sure that he was there, if he would be needed. To everyone's delight, Baineth was feeling very well. Only their fatigue was noticeable.
"It's normal," said Elrond, as he handed Baineth a glass of water, "Míron is still very young. Each mother with a young child makes this experience."
She nodded exhausted and her glance fell on her husband, who entered the chamber. Míron shouted with pleasure when he saw Legolas. Thranduil sat him on the floor and Míron ran quickly over to Legolas. They took two tiny wooden swords and began to fight. Thranduil watched the fighting with a frown. He did not like what he saw.
Baineth smiled at Elrond who gazed at her with surprise.
"It does not bother you," he asked quietly, "that Thranduil shows his displeasure openly?"
Baineth shook her head as she watched Legolas and Míron.
"No, I do not mind," she whispered that Thranduil could not hear her. "We can not hide him in the palace forever from the world which surrounds him. At some point, the world will catch up with him and he will have to face its dangers."
She smiled when she heard Legolas scream. Míron had hit him on the shin and then threw himself with all his strength against his brother, who fell onto the floor. Together, the two princes continued fighting on the ground.
Late in the evening when they were in bed together and Míron tossed restlessly in his sleep, Baineth sighed loudly. Thranduil stroked her face with his fingers and stopped at her lips. Baineth kissed his fingertips and looked at him.
"My heart rejoices, seeing our son. But he is growing so fast. Legolas can not wait for Míron to grow up. But my heart already misses our small Míron."
Thranduil nodded in agreement and looked at Míron, who lay like a wall between them.
"I understand you but know that he will always bring you much joy, no matter whether he is small or large, Míron will always be a source of joy to you."
Baineth smiled and closed her eyes. She was hopelessly exhausted and longed for nothing more than sleep.
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Six weeks later
"Hmm", hummed Baineth as Míron sucked on her breast. She was tired but happy. Míron still kept her awake most of the nights but with Thranduil's help, she usually managed to catch some hours sleep throughout the day. Thranduil ran his fingers through his son's hair and leaned down to place a kiss on Míron's cheek, which moved as he sucked greedily on his mother's breast.
"It seems to me as if Míron will be stronger than Legolas," he said slightly amused.
"Why do you think that," Baineth asked curiously.
Thranduil chuckled and pinched Míron's cheek playfully, who then bit down on Baineth's nipple.
"Ouch," she exclaimed and looked slightly incensed at her husband.
"You knew that he would do that," Baineth said reproachfully.
Thranduil smirked at her and apologized immediately.
"I'm sincerely sorry. But I could not resist."
"Míron has a much greater need to eat, than Legolas had had. That means, that his body will grow faster. He will probably be stronger than Legolas."
"You wish," said Legolas, startling them both.
"I did not hear you coming," said Baineth, being surprised by his early visit.
Legolas smiled and sat down on the other side of the bed. He stole a glance of Míron, who drank with eagerness.
"Although I must admit that he is a glutton," he mused, smiling amused at witnessing his brother's hunger.
Míron was now seven months old and would soon eat only solid food.
Legolas stroked Míron's head affectionately as he watched him with great eagerness.
Thranduil smiled as he witnessed the light which shone in his eldest son's eyes. He had never see anything like it before and was glad, that Legolas experienced this kind of joy. In his mind, Thranduil imagined his sons together on the training ground. Legolas was showing Míron how to wield the bow and arrow. He lifted his younger brother's elbow up, to bring it into the proper position. Míron aimed the arrow at the target. The arrow flew and Thranduil wondered in this moment, if Míron would hit the mark or not. He leaned back against the headboard and watched his wife sleeping. His young son was cuddled up in her arm, which she had wrapped protectively around his small tender body.
Another tender flower, Thranduil thought as he eyed Míron.
His a gaze shifted to Baineth. Her face twitched at times during her dream filled sleep. He sighed and stroked over her hair which was heavily tousled. She had had another long, sleepless night with their son. Thranduil's gaze shifted towards the balcony and towards the horizon. The first light of dawn appeared in the sky.
Legolas cleared his throat. He had been staring at his father for a few minutes, a grin spread across his face.
"This is for you, ada," he said, as he pulled out a scroll from underneath his tunic.
Thranduil noticed immediately that the seal had been broken. Had Legolas opened it?
"Elrond asked me to give it to you when the time is right."
Thranduil took the scroll and eyed his son questioningly. Then his gaze fell onto the scroll.
"When the time is right," he asked.
Legolas grinned.
"Yes. Elrond has long left our borders behind. If his journey was without incidents, what I hope, then he must arrive in Imladris this afternoon. The time is right."
Thranduil pondered briefly over his son's words.
"The scroll has been opened," he remarked, his gaze meeting that of his son.
Legolas stood up and eyed his father with great happiness.
"Elrond once said to me, that I would understand my siblings gender, if I looked at the situation with a clear mind. That's when I knew, that I would be blessed with a brother."
Thranduil gazed at Legolas with interest. Elrond seemed to have been busy during his stay in his halls, he thought to himself.
"Well when Elrond left the realm, he gave me this scroll. He said that I should only pass it to you, after a week had passed. I asked him why, and he smiled, saying once again, that if I looked at the situation with a clear mind, I would understand."
Legolas gazed at Míron and Baineth, who were both asleep.
"On that day, I took the scroll to my chamber, pondering the entire day and night about the meaning of Elrond's words. Then, when I understood what he had meant, I wanted to be absolutely certain. I decided to read his message."
Legolas bit on his lower lip and stepped backwards.
"Ada, I will leave now and give you some privacy."
Legolas walked quickly toward the door,unsure, whether his father would rejoice, or, be overpowered with rage toward Elrond. The prince knew, that Thranduil would have never let Elrond leave his halls, if he had known the facts.
Thranduil eyes wandered to the scroll and he furrowed his brows. He removed his arm from Baineth, who sighed in her sleep and opened the scroll. He began to read.

*****
My dear friend
As much as I enjoyed your hospitality during my stay in your halls, Imladris and the elves inhabiting it need my presence too. Please forgive me for having used a concealing spell. I had my reasons. But believe me when I say that I will return before your next child is born. I'll see you again soon.
Elrond
P.S.
Please tell Baineth that it will neither take a thousand years, nor a hundred sons to be blessed with a daughter.
*****

Thranduil's eyes widened and his gaze floated over to Baineth. He lifted the blanket off of her body and his trembling hand touched the silken skin of her womb. There was nothing. Thranduil closed his eyes and concentrated. Then he broke the spell which Elrond had successfully laid upon his wife's womb without his knowledge. His heart fluttered and his ancient fëa stumbled joyfully through a wave of bliss. Baineth was with child. He leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes, his smile never leaving his lips.
Legolas slowly stepped backwards into the corridor, closing the door of his father's chamber quietly. He strolled happily towards his own chamber, where a small bow rested against the wall, which he had carefully crafted for his little brother. Elrond had outwitted his father. Legolas grinned broadly as he walked inside his chamber, closing the door. He took the bow in his hand and checked it one last time, while his mind drifted away. What he could make for his sister? A princess, he thought wistfully. What except for a big brother who protected her, would a princess really need?
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This is the end of 'Obedience to a king'. I hope you had as much fun reading it, as I had writing it. A sequel will follow soon.
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