Breakfast:

"No Ada, I don't want to eat and more of… that," The elfling pushed the delicately crafted plate away from his frowning face, nose turned up in disdain; wrinkling the once-smooth white tablecloth and causing crystal goblets and other objects on the table to chime in silver bell-like tones as they collided with one another. The Elvenking calmly pushed the items in question apart, hoping to avoid catastrophe.

"Legolas, if you wish to be finished for the moment, then you may be; but you are not leaving this table until you have cleared your plate," Thranduil admonished his son as he stood and followed after two of his advisors and a captain.

He had walked a pace outside of the dining hall, when suddenly from behind him a large crash reverberated through the air. The Elvenking stiffened, wincing; blue eyes closed tightly. He wondered what his young son had damaged now. Regaining an air of feigned dignity and majesty, he turned back to the open doors, the hem of his robe meeting the floor of his woodland hall with an echoing swish.

He stopped in amazement and disbelief when he saw the sight before his eyes. "Oh, Legolas, you didn't…" He whispered, barely able to form the words.

"Forgive me, Ada… But you said I could not leave the table, you said nothing of target practice… And I did not know that this would happen!" the elfling defended his actions rather sheepishly, standing with hands clasped over his bow; what had once been his breakfast dripping from his blonde hair and shoulders.

"But however did you manage…" The Elvenking could not finish his sentence. He straightened, closing his eyes for a brief moment and taking a deep inhale; he tried to compose himself; he was the King of the Woodland Realm after all.

"The lip of the vase caught the edge of my plate. You should have seen it, Ada, it was – I didn't break the vase!" the Prince pointed out, breaking off from the subject of watching his meal fly through the air.

"And that can be accounted as something fortunate," Thranduil agreed, nodding ever so slightly. He turned to go, but before he had even stepped one booted foot from the hall, the resounding tinkle of broken glass assailed his keen ears. He paused, glancing at a guard near the door. "Should I regret turning?" he asked casually. The guard glanced past the king, and then nodded briefly in affirmation.

"Please tend to… what is left of the vase, and then send someone to tend to my son," the Elvenking ordered evenly, trying to remain indifferent about the vase that he knew was lying in thousands of tiny crystal fragments on his hall floor.

"Oh, Legolas…" Thranduil sighed as he walked away.

A/N:

And this is what someone does when they don't want to concentrate on their chaptered fanfics. I should not even be dabbling in Hobbit right now with what I have on my plate! But this little Idea would not go away. So here it is: parody drabbles. I may be inspired to make a story off of this, but that depends...These will probably be short, a few chapters at most. All set before lotr & Hobbit. Mostly when Legolas is young.

My knowledge of all things elven and the Tolkien world is limited, so please, if I ever get anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me. Also, my elvish vocabulary is limited, I use multiple sources, so I don't know if it's correct or not. But again, this is all in fun and not meant to be serious. R&R please,

WH