Prompt- Your father, Thranduil, is reading you a bedtime story. Legolas comes in and a tickle fight ensues.

Warnings- none😃

Request made by- @HobbitLover13
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A/N- nethig means little sister. Ion nin means my son. Hên means children or child. Teler means little elves. If any of those translations were wrong, blame elfdict.com, as that is where I was supplied with the translations.

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"And they lived happily ever after," Thranduil concludes the book, closing it. You smile tiredly and yawn. "Another," you say, giggling. Thranduil sighs, leaning his head back. "You'll never sleep if I keep reading," Thranduil says, looking into your eyes with his joyful aqua orbs.

A figure fills the doorway. "Ada, nethig, may I hear a story as well?" Legolas asks. You smile. Thranduil smiles widely at his son. "Of course, ion nin," Thranduil says. You grin at your older brother.

"Yay! Leggy is going to join us!" Legolas gives you a playful glare. "What did I say about calling me Leggy?" he asks. You giggle. "Not gonna stop," you say, crossing your arms defiantly. Legolas gives you a mischievous grin, inching closer to you.

Thranduil watches, smiling. Legolas pounces, tickling your sides. You squeal in delight at your brother's antics. "Help- me- ada! Save me, " you say between breaths.

Thranduil chuckles. He tickles Legolas, allowing you to get up. You pounce on your brother, tickling him. "Payback," you say. Legolas screams and wriggles, trying to get the tickling to stop. You keep tickling, as does Thranduil.

Then, you stop, catching your breath- which is much needed at this point. Thranduil ceases tickling Legolas as well. You and Legolas look at each other mischievously. Then, you look at Thranduil. Suddenly, you and Legolas pounce on him and attempt to tickle him.

Thranduil laughs softly. "I'm not ticklish, hên; but you are," Thranduil says, attacking you and Legolas with tickling at the same time. You squeal and laugh until your stomach hurts- as does Legolas- and you beg for Thranduil to stop.

He complies, allowing you to catch your breath. You pull your duvet over you, still panting slightly. "Ada, will you read another story?" you ask. Thranduil laughs. "One more story, teler. Legolas, would you like to hear it as well?" "Yes, ada," Legolas replies.

So, Thranduil reads yet another story in an attempt to calm his little ones down.