What We Can All Agree On...
Thranduil x You x Baby!Legolas :)
Summary: During a rough council meeting, where arguments ensue and anger spikes, Legolas’ nanny arrives and presents Their Majesties with some unsettling and worrying news about his health. Protective instincts kicking in, Thranduil decides that maybe prioritizing his kingdom isn’t what’s most important, and that leads other members of the council to remember why they are there in the first place. ;) ;) ;)
It all started when a fist slammed harshly into the birchwood table located in the conference room of The Palace of The Woodland Realm.
“This is complete and utter nonsense! We cannot and will not allow Azog to continue to move his orc packs farther south into Dol Guldur. We all are aware of the fact that it is the stronghold that is holding them all. And we all know it is obvious that he intends to utilize that base to form an army, and the only way to do that effectively is to continue to populate the place. What is not obvious, though, is why everyone is so intent on avoiding coming up with a solution to this problem. I have presented a possible option, but all I am receiving is silence in return.”
The man, whose bellow could be heard all the way to The Lonely Mountain, was Lord Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell. As a member of the White Council, he, along with his fellow comrades, has devoted his life to combat the darkness that has continued to plague Middle Earth with a vengeance. Every fortnight, especially since this issue with Azog has become more prevalent, he meets with Gandalf the Gray, Radagast the Brown, King Thranduil, and Queen (y/n) to discuss political matters, propositions, and strategies that will hopefully benefit the realms at large and continue to promote peace amongst them. However, the topic of conversation for today’s meeting has inevitably ruffled some feathers. Especially with respect to how things–in this case, the orcs–should be dealt with.
“With all due respect, Elrond, I cannot in good conscience allow our kingdom to get involved at this time,” Thranduil started. “While we know that something is being organized, we have not had the time to scout the stronghold ourselves. How many orcs are there? Is there a guard constantly watching? Are the wargs still being utilized? If so, are they being bred there? It seems like trying to catch them off guard is a really great opportunity for them to create a trap for us instead. So, therefore, my answer is no. Do you have anything else to add, darling?”
Thranduil turned towards the only female elf in the room sitting to his right. Queen (y/n) nodded her head, her long blond hair shining against the rising moonlight.
Standing, the queen squeezed her husband’s hand quickly before standing to face Lord Elrond.
“Yes, honey. Elrond, it goes without saying that you have been such a trusted friend and confidant to both of us over the years. That said, when you consider that, surely you can understand why we would be hesitant about this attempt at an invasion.”
It took all of three seconds before the queen received an answer from her husband’s truest, sincerest friend.
“Legolas,” Elrond mumbled. “I imagine that is the reason, yes?”
All Queen (y/n) did was nod.
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The following thirty minutes consisted of Lord Elrond pleading with the King and Queen anyway he knew how. While he felt he may have been trying to exercise his right and voice his opinion, all he ended up doing was agitating the four other people in the room.
“They vetoed your plan, Elrond,” Radagast began. “I believe it’s time to give it a rest.”
“Accept defeat and move on,” Gandalf added. “There are other ways for us to ensure that Sauron never holds dominion over Middle Earth again. Please don’t make them feel guilty over choosing their son, who’s only two-years-old by the way.”
Speaking of their son, it was at that moment that a loud cooing could be heard behind the closed conference room door.
The King and Queen’s eyes moved to that spot immediately.
“Well, that certainly sounds like our little leaf is awake,” Queen (y/n) said, smiling as she made her way towards the ornate oak door.
When she opened it, her eyes quickly drew towards her son. Held against his nanny’s hip and clad in navy blue cargo pants and a white long-sleeved tunic, with his blond hair all askew, he immediately reached for her. Safely in the comfort of his mother’s arms, he whimpered softly, making haste to press his head into the crook between her collarbone and neck.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Your Majesties, but the prince doesn’t seem to be feeling very well. When he woke up from his nap, he seemed very lethargic and it’s only gotten worse over the last thirty minutes. He doesn’t appear to have any appetite at all. He wouldn’t even touch his snack. He appears a bit congested, and his eyes have been watering. And I believe he’s got a bit of a temperature as well.”
Instantly, everyone was on high alert. And by everyone, that could be defined as King Thranduil specifically.
Face tight and lips drawn into a tight line, Thranduil made a beeline for his wife and child. “Thank you for drawing this to our attention, Elva. We appreciate you letting us know so quickly,” he said, stroking his son’s back gently with his left hand and rubbing his cheek with the back of his right.
Kissing her son’s forehead, (y/n) let her lips linger to gauge his temperature. “He’s definitely warm, darling. I think it’s best if we take him to the healer to rule out anything more serious. It appears like it probably is just a cold, but it’s better to ere on the side of caution.”
“Right,” her husband responded almost unconsciously. Based on the way he was fidgeting with his hands, she could tell he was itching to have their son in his arms, that protective instinct kicking in full force.
“How about you take him, Thran? That way, I can wrap up the meeting and run to our rooms to get Legolas’ blanket and stuffed butterfly. We don’t know how long the healer’s visit is going to take, so we may as well be prepared.”
Legolas’ two favorite things in the world are that blanket and butterfly, both gifts from Thorin Oakenshield on his last visit to Mirkwood for his godson taking his first steps. Queen (y/n) has always wondered if Legolas could feel the love and friendship that those two gifts were made with. Maybe those things ultimately forged the attachment he now has to them.
Nodding profusely, Thran made grabby hands at his wife. Legolas could feel his ada’s presence next to him and looked up from his mother’s shoulder with watery, sleepy eyes. With a sniffle, he smiled a little bit at his father, gesticulating in the same way.
“Come here, my sweet boy. It is alright. Your ada is here,” Thranduil said, his hand rubbing Legolas’ back as he snuggled into his shoulder and gripped onto his cloak tightly, almost as if he were afraid of his father disappearing, believing the only way to get him to stay was through sheer force. “He is definitely not feeling like himself. His body is projecting a lot of fatigue, and his breathing appears very labored.”
“Ickui (Icky),” Legolas mumbled, rubbing his nose and eyes as he dozed.
At that one word, Thran made the executive decision to start heading towards the healer’s right then, propriety be damned. He bid the council a quick farewell and excused himself, lightly kissing his wife on the cheek before departing.
“My sincerest apologies, councilmen, but I’m afraid…,” Queen (y/n) began, turning around to face the three that remained.
“No need for any discussion on the matter, Your Majesty,” Gandalf said, waving his hand. “You need to prioritize your family at the moment. We can continue this conversation when Legolas is feeling better.”
Nodding, (y/n) gave him a hug. “Thank you for being so understanding.”
“We may fight and disagree sometimes,” Lord Elrond interjected. “However, what we can all agree on is that we love that little elfling. We would never want to do anything to put him in harm’s way. Right now, he needs his parents. Go. We will still be here when he has recovered. And if you need anything, please do not hesitate to reach out.”
Queen (y/n) smiled at that. I guess that’s why we haven’t thrown him off the council yet, she thought.








