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“Thranduil is right. We can never think too highly of you. You are as perfect as my sweet boy, Celeborn.” He grinned as he fed Thranduil, loving the happy spark in his son’s eyes - a spark he probably didn’t even know he had. He picked up some cheese from Celeborn’s plate and nibbled on it, glancing up at him sheepishly. “Oh, forgive me. I am stealing your breakfast…”

“Both of you are so kind to me. I could never thank you enough for your kind words.” He placed a kiss to Oropher’s forehead, then another to the corner of Thranduil’s mouth. He only laughed when Oropher apologized to him, shaking his head and dismissing his words promptly. “There is nothing to forgive; you can have all you like. Besides, it seems I’ve eaten enough as it is these past few weeks, hmm~?” He grinned, referring back to their light teasing of his recently gained weight. 

Thranduil smiled, nodding in agreement to Oropher’s words, and grinned with happiness at the kiss at the corner of his mouth, returning it with a kiss to his cheek. He laughed softly at his words. “Nay, nay, it is never enough! You must always eat to maintain your energy, Celeborn.” he said with a grin and picked up a strawberry, feeding him and then doing the same to Oropher, smiling in delight at being both able and allowed to.

He grinned and accepted the offered fruit, lifting his legs to drape them over Thranduil’s lap. He closed his eyes as he rested his head against Celeborn’s shoulder, simply enjoying having his family close once again. His fingers toyed with Celeborn’s hair as he nuzzled closer, quite content to go back to sleep if he would be allowed to.

He laughed warmly, leaning into Thranduil’s shoulder lovingly. How he was ever so lucky enough to have him to call his own - and to be Thranduil’s in return - was beyond him. However, he didn’t question it. He would rather enjoy the moment than ponder over it uselessly. “If you say so, darling, I shall maintain all the energy I can.” He lifted his arm from around Oropher’s back and brought his hand to his hair, playing with it as a type of ‘revenge’, though it was anything but out of spite.

He took the moment to appreciate the similarities between Oropher and Thranduil; the way their hair had a very similar golden shimmer, how their eyes were both indeed incredibly beautiful, and just the comfort they brought to him was astounding. He could never feel such a way about anyone else, he decided. They were simply perfect. “I could remain here all day with you both…”

Oh, but this was perfect, being able to have them both so near, sharing the closeness with them without anyone being awkward. He knew this was because Oropher and Celeborn also were so close, and thus did not have to go through the stage of being introduced and being suspicious and that kind of thing.

“Then stay here,” he murmured softly. “There is no need to go anywhere, is there? Though I would rather find somewhere more comfortable to cuddle with the both of you than here… though I suppose I will eventually have to leave.” He did not look forwards to the meetings he had to attend or the reports and letters he had to write and things he had to schedule and bah! No, staying with the two he loved would be far better.

“I would not object to moving somewhere more comfortable.” He murmured, not opening his eyes - far too comfortable to want to move, however. “But I am afraid one of you shall have to carry me, for I do not wish to move myself.” He hooked an arm around Celeborn’s neck, as if to prove his point. “I am not moving~” He nuzzled closer, yawning slightly as he stretched his legs further out across Thranduil’s lap.

He laughed at Oropher’s refusal to move. “I suppose it falls upon me to be the one to carry you then, hmm? Of course I don’t particularly mind, however… I’ve done so many times in the past; carrying you yet again is nothing new to me~” He briefly recalled numerous memories of carrying a younger Oropher when the time had called for it - be it when he had injured himself, when walking was simply no longer an option at certain times, or even like this, when Oropher just didn’t feel like it - and smiled warmly, sighing softly. 

Looking over to Thranduil, he asked, “I hope you have at least a few hours left with us…?” He did what he could to keep smiling, but it couldn’t quite last. It seemed he had already grown accustomed to the idea of the three of them together, not just two, and most certainly not one on their own. It was the three of them, or none at all. “I wouldn’t want you to go so soon…”

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“Thranduil is right. We can never think too highly of you. You are as perfect as my sweet boy, Celeborn.” He grinned as he fed Thranduil, loving the happy spark in his son’s eyes - a spark he probably didn’t even know he had. He picked up some cheese from Celeborn’s plate and nibbled on it, glancing up at him sheepishly. “Oh, forgive me. I am stealing your breakfast…”

“Both of you are so kind to me. I could never thank you enough for your kind words.” He placed a kiss to Oropher’s forehead, then another to the corner of Thranduil’s mouth. He only laughed when Oropher apologized to him, shaking his head and dismissing his words promptly. “There is nothing to forgive; you can have all you like. Besides, it seems I’ve eaten enough as it is these past few weeks, hmm~?” He grinned, referring back to their light teasing of his recently gained weight. 

Thranduil smiled, nodding in agreement to Oropher’s words, and grinned with happiness at the kiss at the corner of his mouth, returning it with a kiss to his cheek. He laughed softly at his words. “Nay, nay, it is never enough! You must always eat to maintain your energy, Celeborn.” he said with a grin and picked up a strawberry, feeding him and then doing the same to Oropher, smiling in delight at being both able and allowed to.

He grinned and accepted the offered fruit, lifting his legs to drape them over Thranduil’s lap. He closed his eyes as he rested his head against Celeborn’s shoulder, simply enjoying having his family close once again. His fingers toyed with Celeborn’s hair as he nuzzled closer, quite content to go back to sleep if he would be allowed to.

He laughed warmly, leaning into Thranduil’s shoulder lovingly. How he was ever so lucky enough to have him to call his own - and to be Thranduil’s in return - was beyond him. However, he didn’t question it. He would rather enjoy the moment than ponder over it uselessly. “If you say so, darling, I shall maintain all the energy I can.” He lifted his arm from around Oropher’s back and brought his hand to his hair, playing with it as a type of ‘revenge’, though it was anything but out of spite.

He took the moment to appreciate the similarities between Oropher and Thranduil; the way their hair had a very similar golden shimmer, how their eyes were both indeed incredibly beautiful, and just the comfort they brought to him was astounding. He could never feel such a way about anyone else, he decided. They were simply perfect. “I could remain here all day with you both…”

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“I am not that bad!” He pouted, haughtily stabbing his fork into some bacon and stuffing it into his mouth. “Thranduil is worse.” He muttered once he’d finished swallowing. He glanced at his bare shoulder as if seeing it for the first time. “Oh, yes… well, they are a little large on me, but these robes are comfortable and I do not wish to change.” He grinned. He finished his small plate of breakfast and rose from his chair, walking around to Celeborn’s. He contemplated asking permission, but he knew Celeborn would not mind either way, and so he slid into his lap and cuddled closer. “It is good to be home.”

“He is right, you know,” he said, smirking towards Thranduil in a playful manner. “Once you are asleep, there is no waking you!” He laughed, letting Thranduil know that he was only teasing him. He watched Oropher approach and set his own fork down, knowing his intentions easily. It was no difficult task to see what he wanted by studying his movements; he’d learned how to read him when he was very small, and even now it was still the same. He smiled as the elf set himself in his lap, and instinctively as he had done when he was smaller, he brought his arms loosely around him to hold him in place. “It is wonderful to have you home… We have missed you so much.” His eyes lifted towards Thranduil, a part of him wishing for him to join their embrace somehow. It was wonderful to have Oropher in his arms, yet it was even better to have Thranduil there with them.

“Hah!” Thranduil snorted, crossing his arms in protest, but laughed right after. “Ai, that is true I suppose. But you cannot deny that sleep is wonderful! Nearly as wonderful as food, in fact. Also, you are simply impossible, ada! But if you wish to keep the robe it is yours.” He smiled fondly as he watched them, for he knew they needed the closeness they were now sharing. And it was a beautiful sight. He met Celeborn’s gaze and shifted a little closer, wrapping his arms around the both of them for a momentary hug. “We have… oh, it is hard to believe that you are really here!”

“You always think things are nearly as wonderful as food…” He laughed, nuzzling closer to Celeborn. He stole a strawberry from his plate with a slightly cheeky grin, popping it into his mouth with a soft hum of delight. He grinned again as Thranduil embraced them both, feeling more loved than he had in a long, long time. “You have been letting Thranduil feed you, I see~” He nudged Celeborn playfully, prodding at his stomach. “Trying to keep up with him, are you?”

He blinked, looking down in confusion at his stomach and then at Oropher. Was he saying what he thought he was saying? “Perhaps I have allowed Thranduil to feed me from time to time… It… it shows?” He felt a sweeping sense of worry pass through him and he looked to Thranduil with a somewhat worried expression; did he notice it too? Though, looking back to Oropher again, he knew he was only saying it in good fun. He wouldn’t allow something like his physical appearance get to him right now. He smiled and shook his head with a light laugh, tossing in an eye roll for good measure. “Well, he makes it quite impossible to resist when he asks nicely… and I rather like it when he feeds me anyways~” He grins, adding, “It’s quite the enjoyable experience, I’ll have you know~”

“Does that surprise you? Food is amazing, surely you must know!” he replied with a light shrug. “There is little better… only you two, and Galion, and the realm itself. So there!” He grinned as he watched them. “Oh, but father, no one can keep up with me~ It is too late for anyone who wishes to try.” He smiled softly at Celeborn and shook his head, kissing his cheek. “Oh, you are amazing. I love you no matter what you look like, and if you are a little rounder then that is not a bad thing! I shan’t feed you if you do not want to become rounder, of course, but I do not see it as something negative. Being a little plump never harmed anyone. Just look at me!” He motioned enthusiastically to himself. “Oh, I always ask nicely~ Forever~” He picked up a strawberry and held it up towards Celeborn. “See?”

“It does show, but it is a good thing, Celeborn. You are healthy, like my beautiful boy.” He grinned, his fingers gently playing with Celeborn’s silver hair. “Ah, Thranduil always loves feeding others, almost as much as he loves being fed.” He watched them with a smile, his fingers now playing with the robes Celeborn wore as he cuddled even closer, enjoying his warmth.

He grinned at Thranduil’s words, knowing that he would never cease to amaze him. He leaned forward towards the offered strawberry, taking a bite of the delicious fruit and humming in pleasure. “I could never deny you anything, beloved.” He felt his hair being played with and gently nuzzled Oropher closer now. “Well, I would rather be healthy than not; and it is certainly a bonus when the one who willingly feeds me does not mind.” Another smile was sent Thranduil’s way, and this time, he leaned in - past the strawberry - and placed a warm kiss on his lips. This moment was absolutely perfect, and he truly hoped it would never end. If only they could stay together like this forever…

“Being fed is wonderful~ But it feels good to shower attention upon someone as well.” He smiled, shifting closer and leaning against Celeborn’s side, so happy to have them both with him like this. It was a rare gift he treasured dearly, one that he would not exchange for anything in all of Arda. He returned the kiss, humming softly into it. “Ai, you are so beautiful, my starlight. So perfect.” He gazed at him lovingly, before smiling at his father. “And so are you. You are both truly amazing people.”

“I am only amazing because I had the most wonderful parental figure.” He murmured, kissing Celeborn’s cheek softly. “I have missed you so dearly…” He reached over and took Thranduil’s hand in his own, his free hand picking up another strawberry. He held it out to Thranduil, knowing he was far from full even though he had ceased eating for the moment.

He pulled one of his arms from around Oropher and slid it around Thranduil’s back, wanting them both closer to him at the same time. As Oropher kiss his cheek, he felt himself lean into the affectionate gesture, closing his eyes and enjoying it. “You think too highly of me… I only did what I could to make you as happy as possible when you were young.”

Thranduil loved just watching them, their gestures and the way they were around each other, for it was simply just a beautiful sight. They were so familiar and close and he was one of the luckiest Elves alive, he was certain of it. He gave Oropher’s hand a small squeeze, happily accepting the strawberry with his teeth and munching it, quite pleased. His stomach was certainly happy, for it had been about to growl again, but now it was being sated~ “We can never think too highly of you, Celeborn.” he murmured to him, smiling. “Really.”

“Thranduil is right. We can never think too highly of you. You are as perfect as my sweet boy, Celeborn.” He grinned as he fed Thranduil, loving the happy spark in his son’s eyes - a spark he probably didn’t even know he had. He picked up some cheese from Celeborn’s plate and nibbled on it, glancing up at him sheepishly. “Oh, forgive me. I am stealing your breakfast…”

“Both of you are so kind to me. I could never thank you enough for your kind words.” He placed a kiss to Oropher’s forehead, then another to the corner of Thranduil’s mouth. He only laughed when Oropher apologized to him, shaking his head and dismissing his words promptly. “There is nothing to forgive; you can have all you like. Besides, it seems I’ve eaten enough as it is these past few weeks, hmm~?” He grinned, referring back to their light teasing of his recently gained weight. 

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“I am not that bad!” He pouted, haughtily stabbing his fork into some bacon and stuffing it into his mouth. “Thranduil is worse.” He muttered once he’d finished swallowing. He glanced at his bare shoulder as if seeing it for the first time. “Oh, yes… well, they are a little large on me, but these robes are comfortable and I do not wish to change.” He grinned. He finished his small plate of breakfast and rose from his chair, walking around to Celeborn’s. He contemplated asking permission, but he knew Celeborn would not mind either way, and so he slid into his lap and cuddled closer. “It is good to be home.”

“He is right, you know,” he said, smirking towards Thranduil in a playful manner. “Once you are asleep, there is no waking you!” He laughed, letting Thranduil know that he was only teasing him. He watched Oropher approach and set his own fork down, knowing his intentions easily. It was no difficult task to see what he wanted by studying his movements; he’d learned how to read him when he was very small, and even now it was still the same. He smiled as the elf set himself in his lap, and instinctively as he had done when he was smaller, he brought his arms loosely around him to hold him in place. “It is wonderful to have you home… We have missed you so much.” His eyes lifted towards Thranduil, a part of him wishing for him to join their embrace somehow. It was wonderful to have Oropher in his arms, yet it was even better to have Thranduil there with them.

“Hah!” Thranduil snorted, crossing his arms in protest, but laughed right after. “Ai, that is true I suppose. But you cannot deny that sleep is wonderful! Nearly as wonderful as food, in fact. Also, you are simply impossible, ada! But if you wish to keep the robe it is yours.” He smiled fondly as he watched them, for he knew they needed the closeness they were now sharing. And it was a beautiful sight. He met Celeborn’s gaze and shifted a little closer, wrapping his arms around the both of them for a momentary hug. “We have… oh, it is hard to believe that you are really here!”

“You always think things are nearly as wonderful as food…” He laughed, nuzzling closer to Celeborn. He stole a strawberry from his plate with a slightly cheeky grin, popping it into his mouth with a soft hum of delight. He grinned again as Thranduil embraced them both, feeling more loved than he had in a long, long time. “You have been letting Thranduil feed you, I see~” He nudged Celeborn playfully, prodding at his stomach. “Trying to keep up with him, are you?”

He blinked, looking down in confusion at his stomach and then at Oropher. Was he saying what he thought he was saying? “Perhaps I have allowed Thranduil to feed me from time to time… It… it shows?” He felt a sweeping sense of worry pass through him and he looked to Thranduil with a somewhat worried expression; did he notice it too? Though, looking back to Oropher again, he knew he was only saying it in good fun. He wouldn’t allow something like his physical appearance get to him right now. He smiled and shook his head with a light laugh, tossing in an eye roll for good measure. “Well, he makes it quite impossible to resist when he asks nicely… and I rather like it when he feeds me anyways~” He grins, adding, “It’s quite the enjoyable experience, I’ll have you know~”

“Does that surprise you? Food is amazing, surely you must know!” he replied with a light shrug. “There is little better… only you two, and Galion, and the realm itself. So there!” He grinned as he watched them. “Oh, but father, no one can keep up with me~ It is too late for anyone who wishes to try.” He smiled softly at Celeborn and shook his head, kissing his cheek. “Oh, you are amazing. I love you no matter what you look like, and if you are a little rounder then that is not a bad thing! I shan’t feed you if you do not want to become rounder, of course, but I do not see it as something negative. Being a little plump never harmed anyone. Just look at me!” He motioned enthusiastically to himself. “Oh, I always ask nicely~ Forever~” He picked up a strawberry and held it up towards Celeborn. “See?”

“It does show, but it is a good thing, Celeborn. You are healthy, like my beautiful boy.” He grinned, his fingers gently playing with Celeborn’s silver hair. “Ah, Thranduil always loves feeding others, almost as much as he loves being fed.” He watched them with a smile, his fingers now playing with the robes Celeborn wore as he cuddled even closer, enjoying his warmth.

He grinned at Thranduil’s words, knowing that he would never cease to amaze him. He leaned forward towards the offered strawberry, taking a bite of the delicious fruit and humming in pleasure. “I could never deny you anything, beloved.” He felt his hair being played with and gently nuzzled Oropher closer now. “Well, I would rather be healthy than not; and it is certainly a bonus when the one who willingly feeds me does not mind.” Another smile was sent Thranduil’s way, and this time, he leaned in - past the strawberry - and placed a warm kiss on his lips. This moment was absolutely perfect, and he truly hoped it would never end. If only they could stay together like this forever…

“Being fed is wonderful~ But it feels good to shower attention upon someone as well.” He smiled, shifting closer and leaning against Celeborn’s side, so happy to have them both with him like this. It was a rare gift he treasured dearly, one that he would not exchange for anything in all of Arda. He returned the kiss, humming softly into it. “Ai, you are so beautiful, my starlight. So perfect.” He gazed at him lovingly, before smiling at his father. “And so are you. You are both truly amazing people.”

“I am only amazing because I had the most wonderful parental figure.” He murmured, kissing Celeborn’s cheek softly. “I have missed you so dearly…” He reached over and took Thranduil’s hand in his own, his free hand picking up another strawberry. He held it out to Thranduil, knowing he was far from full even though he had ceased eating for the moment.

He pulled one of his arms from around Oropher and slid it around Thranduil’s back, wanting them both closer to him at the same time. As Oropher kiss his cheek, he felt himself lean into the affectionate gesture, closing his eyes and enjoying it. “You think too highly of me… I only did what I could to make you as happy as possible when you were young.”

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“I am not that bad!” He pouted, haughtily stabbing his fork into some bacon and stuffing it into his mouth. “Thranduil is worse.” He muttered once he’d finished swallowing. He glanced at his bare shoulder as if seeing it for the first time. “Oh, yes… well, they are a little large on me, but these robes are comfortable and I do not wish to change.” He grinned. He finished his small plate of breakfast and rose from his chair, walking around to Celeborn’s. He contemplated asking permission, but he knew Celeborn would not mind either way, and so he slid into his lap and cuddled closer. “It is good to be home.”

“He is right, you know,” he said, smirking towards Thranduil in a playful manner. “Once you are asleep, there is no waking you!” He laughed, letting Thranduil know that he was only teasing him. He watched Oropher approach and set his own fork down, knowing his intentions easily. It was no difficult task to see what he wanted by studying his movements; he’d learned how to read him when he was very small, and even now it was still the same. He smiled as the elf set himself in his lap, and instinctively as he had done when he was smaller, he brought his arms loosely around him to hold him in place. “It is wonderful to have you home… We have missed you so much.” His eyes lifted towards Thranduil, a part of him wishing for him to join their embrace somehow. It was wonderful to have Oropher in his arms, yet it was even better to have Thranduil there with them.

“Hah!” Thranduil snorted, crossing his arms in protest, but laughed right after. “Ai, that is true I suppose. But you cannot deny that sleep is wonderful! Nearly as wonderful as food, in fact. Also, you are simply impossible, ada! But if you wish to keep the robe it is yours.” He smiled fondly as he watched them, for he knew they needed the closeness they were now sharing. And it was a beautiful sight. He met Celeborn’s gaze and shifted a little closer, wrapping his arms around the both of them for a momentary hug. “We have… oh, it is hard to believe that you are really here!”

“You always think things are nearly as wonderful as food…” He laughed, nuzzling closer to Celeborn. He stole a strawberry from his plate with a slightly cheeky grin, popping it into his mouth with a soft hum of delight. He grinned again as Thranduil embraced them both, feeling more loved than he had in a long, long time. “You have been letting Thranduil feed you, I see~” He nudged Celeborn playfully, prodding at his stomach. “Trying to keep up with him, are you?”

He blinked, looking down in confusion at his stomach and then at Oropher. Was he saying what he thought he was saying? “Perhaps I have allowed Thranduil to feed me from time to time… It… it shows?” He felt a sweeping sense of worry pass through him and he looked to Thranduil with a somewhat worried expression; did he notice it too? Though, looking back to Oropher again, he knew he was only saying it in good fun. He wouldn’t allow something like his physical appearance get to him right now. He smiled and shook his head with a light laugh, tossing in an eye roll for good measure. “Well, he makes it quite impossible to resist when he asks nicely… and I rather like it when he feeds me anyways~” He grins, adding, “It’s quite the enjoyable experience, I’ll have you know~”

“Does that surprise you? Food is amazing, surely you must know!” he replied with a light shrug. “There is little better… only you two, and Galion, and the realm itself. So there!” He grinned as he watched them. “Oh, but father, no one can keep up with me~ It is too late for anyone who wishes to try.” He smiled softly at Celeborn and shook his head, kissing his cheek. “Oh, you are amazing. I love you no matter what you look like, and if you are a little rounder then that is not a bad thing! I shan’t feed you if you do not want to become rounder, of course, but I do not see it as something negative. Being a little plump never harmed anyone. Just look at me!” He motioned enthusiastically to himself. “Oh, I always ask nicely~ Forever~” He picked up a strawberry and held it up towards Celeborn. “See?”

“It does show, but it is a good thing, Celeborn. You are healthy, like my beautiful boy.” He grinned, his fingers gently playing with Celeborn’s silver hair. “Ah, Thranduil always loves feeding others, almost as much as he loves being fed.” He watched them with a smile, his fingers now playing with the robes Celeborn wore as he cuddled even closer, enjoying his warmth.

He grinned at Thranduil’s words, knowing that he would never cease to amaze him. He leaned forward towards the offered strawberry, taking a bite of the delicious fruit and humming in pleasure. “I could never deny you anything, beloved.” He felt his hair being played with and gently nuzzled Oropher closer now. “Well, I would rather be healthy than not; and it is certainly a bonus when the one who willingly feeds me does not mind.” Another smile was sent Thranduil’s way, and this time, he leaned in - past the strawberry - and placed a warm kiss on his lips. This moment was absolutely perfect, and he truly hoped it would never end. If only they could stay together like this forever…

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“I am not that bad!” He pouted, haughtily stabbing his fork into some bacon and stuffing it into his mouth. “Thranduil is worse.” He muttered once he’d finished swallowing. He glanced at his bare shoulder as if seeing it for the first time. “Oh, yes… well, they are a little large on me, but these robes are comfortable and I do not wish to change.” He grinned. He finished his small plate of breakfast and rose from his chair, walking around to Celeborn’s. He contemplated asking permission, but he knew Celeborn would not mind either way, and so he slid into his lap and cuddled closer. “It is good to be home.”

“He is right, you know,” he said, smirking towards Thranduil in a playful manner. “Once you are asleep, there is no waking you!” He laughed, letting Thranduil know that he was only teasing him. He watched Oropher approach and set his own fork down, knowing his intentions easily. It was no difficult task to see what he wanted by studying his movements; he’d learned how to read him when he was very small, and even now it was still the same. He smiled as the elf set himself in his lap, and instinctively as he had done when he was smaller, he brought his arms loosely around him to hold him in place. “It is wonderful to have you home… We have missed you so much.” His eyes lifted towards Thranduil, a part of him wishing for him to join their embrace somehow. It was wonderful to have Oropher in his arms, yet it was even better to have Thranduil there with them.

“Hah!” Thranduil snorted, crossing his arms in protest, but laughed right after. “Ai, that is true I suppose. But you cannot deny that sleep is wonderful! Nearly as wonderful as food, in fact. Also, you are simply impossible, ada! But if you wish to keep the robe it is yours.” He smiled fondly as he watched them, for he knew they needed the closeness they were now sharing. And it was a beautiful sight. He met Celeborn’s gaze and shifted a little closer, wrapping his arms around the both of them for a momentary hug. “We have… oh, it is hard to believe that you are really here!”

“You always think things are nearly as wonderful as food…” He laughed, nuzzling closer to Celeborn. He stole a strawberry from his plate with a slightly cheeky grin, popping it into his mouth with a soft hum of delight. He grinned again as Thranduil embraced them both, feeling more loved than he had in a long, long time. “You have been letting Thranduil feed you, I see~” He nudged Celeborn playfully, prodding at his stomach. “Trying to keep up with him, are you?”

He blinked, looking down in confusion at his stomach and then at Oropher. Was he saying what he thought he was saying? “Perhaps I have allowed Thranduil to feed me from time to time… It… it shows?” He felt a sweeping sense of worry pass through him and he looked to Thranduil with a somewhat worried expression; did he notice it too? Though, looking back to Oropher again, he knew he was only saying it in good fun. He wouldn’t allow something like his physical appearance get to him right now. He smiled and shook his head with a light laugh, tossing in an eye roll for good measure. “Well, he makes it quite impossible to resist when he asks nicely… and I rather like it when he feeds me anyways~” He grins, adding, “It’s quite the enjoyable experience, I’ll have you know~”

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“Memories kept me going. I do not know if it is possible to fade in the Halls, but I think I might have if I did not have my memories.” He smiled. “I did not think so, but I wanted to make sure. He really is a lovely Elf, and he adores Legolas. Do not be too hard on him, okay?”

“I am glad you did not,” he murmured and smiled at him. “So that we can continue making more memories.” He chuckled. “I make no promises, ada~ It all depends on what Haldir will be like on the day that we decide to do this… which I suppose must be soon. Tomorrow, maybe? Or later today…”

“Yes, we need many more memories!” He nuzzled against his arm, sighing happily. “Tomorrow, I think. Let him have some time to rest after travelling, Thranduil, otherwise it will not be a fair fight. Do you really want to best him when he is exhausted? There is no victory there!” They were approaching the private dining hall, and he could smell breakfast cooking already.

“That we do!” He pulled him closer still and sighed, loving the comfort and warmth Oropher gave him. “Tomorrow sounds good then. I suppose I would rather have a proper victory rather than an unfair one…. honour is, after all, important if you can have it.” He smelled the food and his stomach rumbled embarrassingly, and he grinned sheepishly. “I think I am quite ready for food now.”

He happily cuddled closer. “Tomorrow it is, then.” He laughed as Thranduil’s stomach rumbled and he reached around to pat his stomach gently. “The beast has woken, it seems. Best feed it before it starts clawing its way free.” He opened the door to the private dining hall, and beamed when he spotted Celeborn sat at the table. “Celeborn!” He released Thranduil’s hand and bounded over to him, throwing his arms around him. The robe slipped further down the one shoulder with the movement, and he quickly hitched it back up, only to have it slip off once again.

Glancing up as he heard his name, he smiled warmly as he saw Oropher approach him and quickly stood to receive his enthusiastic greeting. “I see you are very well today, Oropher,” he laughed and returned his embrace, smiling to Thranduil as he saw him through the corner of his eye. As soon as they pulled back, he saw the robe slip again from Oropher’s shoulder and reached out, pulling it up again. He didn’t remove his hand from his shoulder, even as Thranduil finally caught up. ”I was almost beginning to wonder where you two were. Now that you are here, I can stop fretting so much.” He gestured for them to sit down, pulling put a chair for Oropher first, then for Thranduil.

Thranduil merely laughed. “Indeed it has! I must satisfy it before it gets angry it seems.” He smiled fondly as he spotted Celeborn at the table, following at a much calmer pace than his father. One would think Oropher had eaten sugar or some such with how he was being, but it was rather adorable. “My apologies, love,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the top of his head before sitting down. “A certain someone by the name of Oropher slept in you see.” He absently picked whatever food was within reach and began to eat. “Hm, perhaps giving you my robe was not the wisest idea, ada.”

He clung tightly to Celeborn for a moment, feeling yet again like an Elfling again as he nuzzled against his cheek fondly. “I have missed you, that is all. And after last night… well, I could do with some cheerful moments.” He took his seat, grinning as he watched Thranduil and Celeborn together - he was truly so thrilled to see two of his favourite people in the world so happy together. “I did not sleep in! You could have woken me.” He huffed playfully, reaching to fill his plate with his own choice of food - the size of the portion was miniscule compared to Thranduil’s. “Oh? Why do you say that?” As he spoke, it slipped from his shoulder once more.

He laughed fondly at their banter; just seeing them together, he noticed that Thranduil was much happier. That in itself made him sigh happily and brought him great joy. “Oropher, you may not have woken too easily; I know sometimes you are no different than a rock when it comes to sleep,” he remarked, a teasing tone in his voice. At Oropher’s question, he gestured to his bare shoulder where the robe had slipped off. “It seems the robe will not stay on your own shoulder…” Again, he reached for the fabric of his clothing and tried to readjust it so it would stay. Sadly, it was in vain, for the moment he pulled his hand away, it slowly but surely slipped from his shoulder. Frowning at the robe, he glanced up towards Thranduil. “We must fix this, or else it will simply continue to fall all morning and for the rest of the day.” 

Thranduil snorted slightly at his father. “Please. Not even Mumakil could have woken you up! Celeborn is right. You slept like a log, and even snored, so do not pretend you sleep like a feather~” He grinned at him. “But I love you for it nonetheless.” He laughed softly as he watched Celeborn struggle with trying to pull the fabric upwards. “Ah, no reason, no reason…” He met Celeborn’s eyes and smiled in mirth. “I think that we can leave it the way it is until after breakfast. And when we are done here, we shall find him some proper clothes so he will not have to struggle with that robe. I am far wider than him, as is obvious.”

“I am not that bad!” He pouted, haughtily stabbing his fork into some bacon and stuffing it into his mouth. “Thranduil is worse.” He muttered once he’d finished swallowing. He glanced at his bare shoulder as if seeing it for the first time. “Oh, yes… well, they are a little large on me, but these robes are comfortable and I do not wish to change.” He grinned. He finished his small plate of breakfast and rose from his chair, walking around to Celeborn’s. He contemplated asking permission, but he knew Celeborn would not mind either way, and so he slid into his lap and cuddled closer. “It is good to be home.”

“He is right, you know,” he said, smirking towards Thranduil in a playful manner. “Once you are asleep, there is no waking you!” He laughed, letting Thranduil know that he was only teasing him. He watched Oropher approach and set his own fork down, knowing his intentions easily. It was no difficult task to see what he wanted by studying his movements; he’d learned how to read him when he was very small, and even now it was still the same. He smiled as the elf set himself in his lap, and instinctively as he had done when he was smaller, he brought his arms loosely around him to hold him in place. “It is wonderful to have you home… We have missed you so much.” His eyes lifted towards Thranduil, a part of him wishing for him to join their embrace somehow. It was wonderful to have Oropher in his arms, yet it was even better to have Thranduil there with them.

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“Memories kept me going. I do not know if it is possible to fade in the Halls, but I think I might have if I did not have my memories.” He smiled. “I did not think so, but I wanted to make sure. He really is a lovely Elf, and he adores Legolas. Do not be too hard on him, okay?”

“I am glad you did not,” he murmured and smiled at him. “So that we can continue making more memories.” He chuckled. “I make no promises, ada~ It all depends on what Haldir will be like on the day that we decide to do this… which I suppose must be soon. Tomorrow, maybe? Or later today…”

“Yes, we need many more memories!” He nuzzled against his arm, sighing happily. “Tomorrow, I think. Let him have some time to rest after travelling, Thranduil, otherwise it will not be a fair fight. Do you really want to best him when he is exhausted? There is no victory there!” They were approaching the private dining hall, and he could smell breakfast cooking already.

“That we do!” He pulled him closer still and sighed, loving the comfort and warmth Oropher gave him. “Tomorrow sounds good then. I suppose I would rather have a proper victory rather than an unfair one…. honour is, after all, important if you can have it.” He smelled the food and his stomach rumbled embarrassingly, and he grinned sheepishly. “I think I am quite ready for food now.”

He happily cuddled closer. “Tomorrow it is, then.” He laughed as Thranduil’s stomach rumbled and he reached around to pat his stomach gently. “The beast has woken, it seems. Best feed it before it starts clawing its way free.” He opened the door to the private dining hall, and beamed when he spotted Celeborn sat at the table. “Celeborn!” He released Thranduil’s hand and bounded over to him, throwing his arms around him. The robe slipped further down the one shoulder with the movement, and he quickly hitched it back up, only to have it slip off once again.

Glancing up as he heard his name, he smiled warmly as he saw Oropher approach him and quickly stood to receive his enthusiastic greeting. “I see you are very well today, Oropher,” he laughed and returned his embrace, smiling to Thranduil as he saw him through the corner of his eye. As soon as they pulled back, he saw the robe slip again from Oropher’s shoulder and reached out, pulling it up again. He didn’t remove his hand from his shoulder, even as Thranduil finally caught up. ”I was almost beginning to wonder where you two were. Now that you are here, I can stop fretting so much.” He gestured for them to sit down, pulling put a chair for Oropher first, then for Thranduil.

Thranduil merely laughed. “Indeed it has! I must satisfy it before it gets angry it seems.” He smiled fondly as he spotted Celeborn at the table, following at a much calmer pace than his father. One would think Oropher had eaten sugar or some such with how he was being, but it was rather adorable. “My apologies, love,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the top of his head before sitting down. “A certain someone by the name of Oropher slept in you see.” He absently picked whatever food was within reach and began to eat. “Hm, perhaps giving you my robe was not the wisest idea, ada.”

He clung tightly to Celeborn for a moment, feeling yet again like an Elfling again as he nuzzled against his cheek fondly. “I have missed you, that is all. And after last night… well, I could do with some cheerful moments.” He took his seat, grinning as he watched Thranduil and Celeborn together - he was truly so thrilled to see two of his favourite people in the world so happy together. “I did not sleep in! You could have woken me.” He huffed playfully, reaching to fill his plate with his own choice of food - the size of the portion was miniscule compared to Thranduil’s. “Oh? Why do you say that?” As he spoke, it slipped from his shoulder once more.

He laughed fondly at their banter; just seeing them together, he noticed that Thranduil was much happier. That in itself made him sigh happily and brought him great joy. “Oropher, you may not have woken too easily; I know sometimes you are no different than a rock when it comes to sleep,” he remarked, a teasing tone in his voice. At Oropher’s question, he gestured to his bare shoulder where the robe had slipped off. “It seems the robe will not stay on your own shoulder…” Again, he reached for the fabric of his clothing and tried to readjust it so it would stay. Sadly, it was in vain, for the moment he pulled his hand away, it slowly but surely slipped from his shoulder. Frowning at the robe, he glanced up towards Thranduil. “We must fix this, or else it will simply continue to fall all morning and for the rest of the day.” 

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“Memories kept me going. I do not know if it is possible to fade in the Halls, but I think I might have if I did not have my memories.” He smiled. “I did not think so, but I wanted to make sure. He really is a lovely Elf, and he adores Legolas. Do not be too hard on him, okay?”

“I am glad you did not,” he murmured and smiled at him. “So that we can continue making more memories.” He chuckled. “I make no promises, ada~ It all depends on what Haldir will be like on the day that we decide to do this… which I suppose must be soon. Tomorrow, maybe? Or later today…”

“Yes, we need many more memories!” He nuzzled against his arm, sighing happily. “Tomorrow, I think. Let him have some time to rest after travelling, Thranduil, otherwise it will not be a fair fight. Do you really want to best him when he is exhausted? There is no victory there!” They were approaching the private dining hall, and he could smell breakfast cooking already.

“That we do!” He pulled him closer still and sighed, loving the comfort and warmth Oropher gave him. “Tomorrow sounds good then. I suppose I would rather have a proper victory rather than an unfair one…. honour is, after all, important if you can have it.” He smelled the food and his stomach rumbled embarrassingly, and he grinned sheepishly. “I think I am quite ready for food now.”

He happily cuddled closer. “Tomorrow it is, then.” He laughed as Thranduil’s stomach rumbled and he reached around to pat his stomach gently. “The beast has woken, it seems. Best feed it before it starts clawing its way free.” He opened the door to the private dining hall, and beamed when he spotted Celeborn sat at the table. “Celeborn!” He released Thranduil’s hand and bounded over to him, throwing his arms around him. The robe slipped further down the one shoulder with the movement, and he quickly hitched it back up, only to have it slip off once again.

Glancing up as he heard his name, he smiled warmly as he saw Oropher approach him and quickly stood to receive his enthusiastic greeting. “I see you are very well today, Oropher,” he laughed and returned his embrace, smiling to Thranduil as he saw him through the corner of his eye. As soon as they pulled back, he saw the robe slip again from Oropher’s shoulder and reached out, pulling it up again. He didn’t remove his hand from his shoulder, even as Thranduil finally caught up. ”I was almost beginning to wonder where you two were. Now that you are here, I can stop fretting so much.” He gestured for them to sit down, pulling put a chair for Oropher first, then for Thranduil.

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((Note: I’m saying this is occurring slightly later than the rp between Oropher and Elros, for reasons. XD I’m also going to skip the travelling (this was agreed by Legolas~) because there’s not a lot to do for it and we just want Orphy to get home now XD))

Oropher breathed in deeply as he left Imladris with Haldir and Legolas beside him. He had said farewell to his new friends - Lindir, especially - and shared a tearful goodbye with Elros. It was strange for him to think, but he missed him already, and they had only been on the road a few minutes. He gave his horse a gentle pat, happy to have a steed to carry him home faster, even if it was a little uncomfortable for him.

He learnt much more about his grandson - and Haldir - as they journeyed, spending many hours conversing to pass the time. When he was not enjoying their company, he was enjoying the land around him - not much had changed, he realised, since the last time he had taken this journey across the mountains. He had considered asking to take a detour into Lothlórien, but he reasoned with himself that he would have plenty of time to visit the Golden Wood later - he simply wanted to be home.

Whenever they stopped to rest, he found himself simply watching the stars, fingertips gently tracing the bracelet around his wrist, a smile on his face. He missed Elros, but he knew it would not be long before he would see him again, and that kept him happy. Seeing Haldir and Legolas together also kept the smile on his face - the Marchwarden clearly still felt guilty for his time spent away from Legolas in Imladris, and he made every opportunity to make up for it.

When, at last, Eryn Lasgalen appeared upon the horizon, Oropher felt his heart race, and tears sprang into his eyes. Home.He urged them along, quickening their pace, longing to be in his forest once more. He dismounted the second they were past the line of trees that bordered the edge of the forest, running his fingertips over the bark of the nearest tree, closing his eyes with a smile as he let the forest speak to him - he had always had a deep connection with his forest, just as Thranduil had (and possibly Legolas, too), and it felt so good to be back. He was content to walk now, leading his horse along slowly, simply enjoying the forest.

Thranduil had not really thought about what to do when Oropher finally entered, and now he was ushering everyone into action while trying not to appear as much of a nervous wreck as he actually was. They stood now outside the stronghold, waiting for Oropher, Legolas and Haldir to arrive. Celeborn stood with him, and Galion and Duirro were not far. The trees had already told him how far away the three were, and he was excited. He wished to see his son, and to greet Haldir - whom he didn’t really dislike that much - and of course… to see his father. He shifted, wringing his hands nervously and biting his lip, using all his willpower not to start pacing around. He didn’t know how he’d react when he finally saw him… probably break down, which was not good in front of everyone. He would focus his gaze on his son, he decided…. and from there…. He took a deep breath.

He felt his nerves growing as he walked, and he tried to keep control of his emotions. When he spotted the crowd waiting to greet them, his footsteps faltered for a brief moment, and he forced himself to keep going. As they drew nearer, he easily picked out the figure of his son - oh so tall, and with that gorgeous long blond hair he remembered - and yes, that was Celeborn beside him. He heard Legolas and Haldir dismount behind him, but slowly the sounds began to fade away in his mind. He slowed his pace until finally his footsteps ceased, and he stood rooted to the spot, eyes upon his son’s face.

“Thranduil…” He murmured, tears shining in his eyes - and then he threw away all attempts at a dignified greeting, and bolted straight for him, hands grasping at the robes he wore as he yanked him close in a tight embrace. “Oh, my darling boy… my son…”

He heard them a moment before he saw them, coming from the distance, and all his attempts at not looking at his father flew to the wind. He looked like he had before they had last parted, tall and strong and beautiful and the pang of longing to hug him hit him with such a force his legs nearly buckled. For a moment it was only the two of them, everything else fading out. The tears rose as he took a step forwards, but he was only met by his father who practically threw himself at him. He caught Oropher, pulling him in tight and close and burying his face in his hair, breathing deeply and holding him as tight and close as he possibly could. “Is this real?” he managed to choke out, the tears spilling freely, and he pulled back only barely to look him in the eyes.

“Ada…. is this truly reality?” He brushed some hair away from his face, tucking the strands behind his ear before letting out something that was a mix between a sob and a laugh, and he pulled him close again. “I have missed you… so much, so much….”

He clung to him desperately, focusing on the warmth of his body, the firm grip of the arms around him, the natural scent of the forest that clung to him - everything that made him real, that made this real. He looked up at him, studied his face for a moment - whilst he looked no different to the son he had parted from on the eve of battle, he could see the troubles and torment he had faced in his eyes (oh those green eyes, how he had missed them). He could see the years that had passed, the stress he had been put through. He was no longer the young, almost carefree Elfling he had been as a prince. He looked like a king, like the king he had raised him to be, one day. He seemed taller, much taller than he remembered, and he had definitely grown wider, too, which brought a teary smile to his face.

“Yes, ion. I… I am here, I am home. With you.” He nuzzled against his chest, letting his tears fall freely, not caring about what others thought. He had gone far too long without his son, far too long without the comfort of his arms, and he was going to make the most of this moment. He felt oddly dwarfed by Thranduil, which surprised him - he was certain there had never been this much of a difference in size between them. Yes, Thranduil had always been taller and wider than him, but certainly not this much…? “I have missed you too… oh, there are no words to describe how much I have missed you.” He gave a shaky laugh, and pulled back slightly to look at him again. “You have grown.” Giving another laugh, more steady this time, he pinched gently at Thranduil’s waist. “And someone has been feeding you well.”

He held him, touched him, trying not to let go for long because he was terrified he would be gone and this would all just be a dream. He noticed how thin he had become, and it worried him, but he would focus on that later. Now he could only nuzzle him and sob into his hair, murmuring over and over how much he had missed him. He needed him. He cared not for what people thought about them, because at the moment this was all that mattered. He gave him a trembling smile.

“I have, yet you have not… it is almost as if you have shrunk.” Concerned hands touched his waist, cupping his chin and studying him. “You are so thin… what has happened to you, ada….? You should have taken care of yourself! You silly, silly old elf….” He grinned slightly, hugging him tightly. “You are just jealous of my flab…” he mumbled, rubbing his back. “I am here now, ada…. I am going to take care of you… I am here….”

“I… I am…?” He glanced down at himself, noticed how large Thranduil’s hands seemed upon his waist. “Well, I… I suppose I did not care much for myself in the Halls…” He smiled as Thranduil hugged him close again, and he melted into the embrace, clutching at his robes in an almost child-like way. “You look wonderful, as always. Never change, ion. Never change.” More tears escaped, but the smile did not waver. “I am sorry, my boy… I am so sorry I left you, I broke my promise to you, I… I said I would never leave and then I… I knew I was going to… to…” He couldn’t bring himself to say the words, simply burying his face in Thranduil’s chest, one hand weaving into his long golden hair, holding it gently.

“You are…. but is alright, we shall fix that shortly.” He laughed softly, kissing his forehead. “Oh ada, never apologize. Never, ever apologize. You have long since been forgiven…. we shall talk about that later… this shall be a reunion of happiness.” He smiled, running his hand through his hair. “Speaking of… ada, someone else wishes to see you. As much as I would like to keep you for myself, it would be cruel of me.” He gently untangled from him and stepped aside so Oropher stood facing Celeborn instead, looking over at his lover and smiling at him before removing the hand he had rested on Oropher’s shoulder.

Celeborn had been hovering a few yards behind Thranduil and Oropher, leaning up against one of the trees. Oropher’s attention had been so entirely consumed by Thranduil that he’d failed to notice him, but that was fine with Celeborn; he had no intention of interrupting until he was called upon. In fact, he wasn’t sure whether or not to look, feeling a little guilty for intruding upon this very emotional reunion. However, he found himself unable to drag his eyes away from Oropher, taking in every single detail of his appearance as though frightened that he might vanish into thin air. To see the tears that streaked Oropher and Thranduil’s cheeks made a lump form in his throat and he wiped the leaking corners of his eyes with the back of his sleeve, restraining the urge to pull Oropher from Thranduil’s embrace and into his own.

When Thranduil turned to face him with an expression of silent permission, the path to Oropher was suddenly unobstructed and he cleared the space between them qith a few quick strides, wrapping his arms around Oropher’s narrow waist so tightly he almost lifted him off the ground. In an instant he was remembering the last time he had seen Oropher, had held him, and all of the memories of sorrow and guilt over Oropher’s death hit him suddenly as though the grief were fresh. The thought of Oropher languishing in the Halls for all of those years just about broke his heart, and tried to force so much comfort into their embrace that it would somehow make up for all of the times that he hadn’t been able to give it. Stroking a hand through Oropher’s long hair, he kissed the top of his head and began to cry in earnest; ungraceful sobs that made his whole body shake and stopped him from being able to form words. My little boy, he thought, I’ll never let you out of my sight again, not ever…

When he turned to face Celeborn, the smile finally vanished from his face as he was hit by a wave of emotions. As Celeborn pulled him into a firm, warm embrace, he flung his arms around his beloved father-figure and clung to him just as tightly as he had clung to Thranduil. The tears fell once more, choking him up as he heard Celeborn’s sobs alongside his own, and he held onto him even tighter. For a moment he was an Elfling again - scared, lost, and feeling wholly unloved by the world, his mother having abandoned him with no warning, and Celeborn was the cousin with the friendly smile and gentle voice that had coaxed him into letting someone close again. He clutched at him like he had that very first time, giving in to the emotions he’d tried to hold back, and he sank into his arms as if he could no longer hold himself upright.

Thranduil watched them quietly, wishing to join them, but waiting impatiently because he did not want to interrupt them. He hoped his impatience did not show, smiling softly as two of the people he loved the most clung to each other after the long absence. He felt a little nervous even now, uncertain, unable to keep still, his sleeves luckily long enough to cover his fidgeting hands. What if his father disapproved of the forest? Of their home? How it was run? What if he disapproved of him? He was terrified Oropher would be disappointed with him and the choices he had made, and it made him want to curl in on himself despite that being impossible. They would be talking long into the night he knew, perhaps even until morning… The three of them, perhaps his son included, though he knew that most of Oropher’s real feelings would come out when it was just the two of them.

The way that Oropher sank against Celeborn was so full of vulnarability and emotion that Celeborn found himself not wanting to ever let go. Even though he’d known for months that Oropher was coming home, nothing could have prepared him for it actually happening. In a way, he thought that he must have stopped himself from truly believing it in an attempt to avoid the crushing disappointment he’d feel if for some reason it didn’t come to pass. “Oropher,” he managed to choke out through his tears, “it’s really you,” he said stupidly, laughing when he realised how ridiculous he sounded. For a moment he felt as though it was only the two of them in the world, as it had seemed so many years ago when Oropher had first come to live with him. He’d wanted to somehow lift the sadness from Oropher’s shoulders then, too, and protect and nurture him until he learnt what it was to feel safe and happy. Thankfully this time he wouldn’t have to try to do it alone. Supporting Oropher with one arm, he beckoned to Thranduil with the other, taking his hand and pulling him towards them both.