A/N: So, I have completely run out of inspiration. I apologize to my fans (I've been reading your reviews, and I think all of you are too awesome to exist), but I want to write something else. After this, there will be one more chapter when I announce the contest winner, and if you give me enough reviews, I might put in a few more chapters! This is put a bit more into the future. Legolas is approximately five years old in human standards.

"'Las, what did I tell you about leaving your toys on the floor?"

Legolas looked at his father, closed his eyes and put up his finger, reciting the reprimand in his best Thranduil impression "Legolas, you have nice toys that many elflings can't have. You should respect what toys you have by putting them away when you are finished with them. Next time, I'll give them to some orcs." Legolas opened his eyes and looked at his father. "How was that?"

Thranduil was gaping "Well, that was a good impression and that is exactly what I said. But now I must take your toys away.

"NOOOO, ADA! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! THEY BELONG TO ME! I PROMISE I WILL BE GOOD AND I WILL PUT THEM AWAY!" Legolas wailed in desperation.

"Well, 'Las, I guess it is too late for that. But so I can hold you to your promise, you will have no toys today. Not even your bow." Thranduil left before Legolas could have a reaction. Ten minutes later, some maids came with boxes and packed all the trinkets and toys in aforementioned boxes. Legolas normally would've asked them to spare him, being the melodramatic prince he was (you know what they say about apples and trees), but just lay on his bed, not comprehending what was happening to him.

At the evening meal, Legolas put on a professional face his father used and announced "Adar, I understand what I have done today was very wrong. I assure you it will not happen again. I now know how fortunate I am and I feel deeply guilted."

"Wow, 'Las, that was very convincing. Good job. But no, you will not get your toys for two hours before bed." Thranduil smirked. Ah, how he loved this whole parenting thing.

Later, when Thranduil tucked Legolas into bed, he opened a storybook. Normally, he would've told one from the book, but tonight he would make up his own. "Once upon a time, there was a young elfling. He had lots of toys to play with. One day, he went out for a picnic. When he settled down, he started playing with his horses and elves. When he packed up, he left his toys on the grass. He knew he would be coming back tomorrow." Thranduil paused and turned the page to look like he was actually reading from the book.

"However, the next morning, when the elfling awoke, he realized that it had rained last night!" Thranduil gasped to grab Legolas' attention. "The elfling ran to the forest where his toys were. Some of them had been dragged of by animals! Some of them were chewed up! His hand-painted horses were no longer painted! The elfling wept. He gathered his remaining things and brought them home.

"When he told his Ada, he was very upset." Legolas looked right at him "The elfling was punished. But his Ada told him that he would help repair the toys and the both of them could make new toys. The two of them had lots of fun making new ones. The little elfling had learned his lesson and took care of his belongings. The end." Thranduil shut the book. Legolas was fast asleep, a small tendril of hair covered his face. Thranduil tucked it back, turned out the light, and closed the door. Successes.

A/N: Well, I'm rather proud. Again, deeply sorry for discontinuing. This isn't the end, know that. More stories to come, and don't forget the next chapter!