Kaeàna retired that night far more exhausted than when she had left. She had to help Thranduil lecture Legolas on why certain words shouldn't come out of the child's mouth. It was interesting to say the least.

She stripped down into her undergarments and flopped onto the bed sinking into the soft mattress. Ka was asleep before she could pull the blanket up.

A knock sounded on her door. She jumped up and was ready to unleash a fury of snarls in their direction. The sun hasn't even graced her with its presence yet and yet they wanted her awake.

She released she was almost naked from last night. She looked around for her clothes. She found her shirt crumpled in a heap by the bed. She slipped it on over her head. She was thankful for its length.

She cracked open the door. She looked around not seeing anything then she looked down.

A red nosed Legolas with a long blanket and his wooden elk in his hand he walked up to Kaeàna. He sniffed, he had obviously been crying.

Ka knitted her brows and knelt down. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?" She touched the elflings soft cheek and felt her irritation melt away.

"I- I had a nightmare Ka. Bad man, and wargs."

Ka pushed open her door.

"Come here." She scooped him up in her arms and rested him on her hip. He buried his face in her shoulder and she petted his hair. She used one arm to wrap his blanket securely around him, ignoring the way the wooden elk poked her in the stomach.

She walked out into the hallway. She remembered where Lord Thranduil had said the bedrooms where. She pushed open the door.

Brightly coloured quilts and silk drapery filled up the room. Stuffed toys and games sat on the surfaces. This was definitely a child's room.

Legolas had begun to fall asleep in her arms. She gently pryed him off of her. She placed him in his bed, draping the blanket he carried with him over his small form. She tucked a lock of light hair away from his eyes. To keep him from losing it she set the toy elk on the stand by his bed.

Kaeàna silently stepped outside of the room shutting the door.

She was startled by the figure that loomed behind her. She jumped before taking notice that was Lord Thranduil. She could make out his features in the faint candle light that illuminated the hallway.

"You startled me, my Lord."

"May I ask what you were doing?"

"Simply returning Legolas to his room, he had a nightmare and knocked on my door."

If she squinted she was certain she could see his lips up turn in a smile.

"It seems your title also includes vanquisher of night terrors?"

"Its seems to be that way yes." She nodded.

"Goodnight Kaeàna."

"Goodnight Lord Thranduil."