What Are Friends For? by Deana Lisi|
Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas or Aragorn.
Legolas was startled as he walked by the main kitchen of Elrond's home; the sound of crying came from inside, and the elf knew who the voice belonged to. Nervous at the implications, he quickly entered.
"Estel!" he exclaimed. "Whatever is wrong?"
The four-year-old boy was sitting on the floor. At sight of the elf, he held out his arms.
Legolas knelt and reached out to the boy, hugging him tightly. The tears didn't last long, to his relief. "What has happened, my young friend?"
"I dwopped it," Estel answered, rubbing an eye.
"I can see that," Legolas said, wondering how the child had managed to get away from whoever was supposed to be watching him. "Do not be upset, this is easily remedied."
Estel watched as the elf stood and fetched a towel before kneeling again and cleaning the mess that he'd accidentally made. Legolas then took a pail from the nearby counter and poured its contents into a cup, handing it to the boy. "In the future, Estel, ask someone to help you, and you will prevent such an accident from occurring again."
"Tank you!" the little human exclaimed, happily drinking.
"What are friends for?" Legolas said, smiling fondly as he ruffled the child's hair. "And remember next time, mellon-nin, it is no use crying over spilled milk."
Short, but satisfying, I hope! lol ;)