This drabble was the inspiration for the longer fic of the same name.
Laughter trickled below the ledge. Legolas carefully gripped a filled water bladder in his small hands. A determined smile lit his bright face. On tiptoes with arms raised, he awaited his quarry, tongue pressed between his lips.
A moment away from mischief a strong hand circled his wrist. Glancing up he looked into stern eyes – a stern face.
Silence flowed between them. The child swallowed with lower lip trembling.
Gently the Mirkwood King took the ersatz weapon from his son. Winking conspiratorially he pitched it toward its mark.
Ducking below the railing Thranduil chuckled.
“Hand me another one ion-nin.”