Sweater Weather (toddler!thran)
—— The first hint was the shifting, and the small giggles, something that often accompanied his visits to his son. He’d come from Greenwood, and made his way to Doriath in order to celebrate his son’s birthday. Oropher felt a tug on his robes, and he smiled, in one large swoosh, he cleared the area behind him of all fabrics, revealing a tiny toddler Thranduil. — “Hello, ion nin.” He knelt and picked up the elfling, holding him high in the air with a smile on his face, “I cannot believe you have grown so since I last laid eyes on you.” He smiled, looking into the eyes of his son, seeing his mother’s gaze in them, in the deep turquoise.
—— “Tell me, what have you planned for your special day?”
The young boy had taken his father by the hand and led him to his chambers, whereupon entering the rooms, he released the taller elf’s hand and ran to a short desk pushed against the far wall. He gathered a set of colored chalks and a thin stack of parchment and returned to where he had left his father standing.
"I s’pose we can sit on the floor to colour, since there is only one seat at my desk." And with that, the tiny elfling plopped down on his bum, bringing his legs to cross in front him and setting the supplies on the floor. "What will you draw, ada?"
---- "You shall see when it is finished." He smiled, sitting down cross-legged, he picked up a charcoal pencil, and slid a piece of paper over the floor, closer to him. He began drawing, the pencil gliding over the paper in smooth, precise movements. "What are you going to draw?" He peeked over at his son's paper, a small smile on his face. He rarely got to spend time with his son like this, he sorely missed it. But, Thranduil needed to stay in Doriath.
