With a heavy heart, Nuimon knocked on the door of the king’s study. He knew Thranduil would not be pleased at being dragged away from his work because of his errant son...again.
“Come in,” the voice of the Elvenking called from inside the study. The guards on either side of the large double doors gave Nuimon sympathetic glances as he pushed open the door and stepped inside. There was only one reason why Nuimon would seek the king at this hour of the day. The prince.
Thranduil glanced up from the parchment he was reading and frowned as the Lore Master entered. There was only one reason why Nuimon would seek him at this hour of the day. His son. With a groan he set the letter aside.
“What has he done this time Nuimon?” There was no question as to who ‘he’ was.
Nuimon winced. Thranduil sounded tired and fed-up. Which was no wonder considering Nuimon had visited him no less than six times in the past four days. He shifted nervously. “Prince Legolas refuses to do his lessons, Hir nin. He refused to sit at the table and stamped his foot and shouted at me. Then he ran off.”
Thranduil scowled. Not again? “I will speak to him,” he said, rising with a sigh. He was at a loss of what to do. His beautiful, obedient child had turned into a rebellious, little rascal seemingly overnight. “Where is he?”“He ran off towards the outside grounds, Hir nin.” Nuimon sighed as he watched the king leave.
“Legolas!” Thranduil’s voice was stern and held no room for disobedience.
Legolas squirmed, uncomfortable on his branch. “Hello, Ada, fancy meeting you here. Beautiful day isn’t it?”
Thranduil scowled up at his son. “Legolas, come down this instant. I will not tolerate this rebellious behaviour any longer.”
Legolas paused. His father was angry; did he really want to go down there?
“Legolas!” Thranduil’s anger was growing. “Must I come up and fetch you?!”He crossed his arms over his chest and watched as Legolas scrambled down the tree easily.
The king waited patiently as Legolas stood before him. “Well?” he snapped finally. “I’m waiting.”
“I’m sorry, Ada,” Legolas glanced up at the king, scuffing the toe of his boot. “I really am. But lessons are just so boring.”
Thranduil glowered at the elfling “That may be so, but you must still learn them. Now inside with you, Nuimon is waiting.”
“Yes, Ada,” Legolas spoke quietly and turned towards the palace, his little head bent and his shoulders slumped.
“And, Legolas,” Thranduil’s voice made him turn around. “No more of this rebellious behaviour, do you understand? This however, does not mean you cannot have fun.”
Legolas nodded. “Yes Ada.” He smiled; his father wasn’t that cross with him.Thranduil nodded. “Good. Now off you go.” The corner of his lips lifted upwards as he watched his son run off. Tomorrow, no doubt, the boy would get himself into more mischief.