Becoming in Blue

Author: Rosethorn59

Rated: PG

Characters: Legolas, little Estel (about 8 years of age), Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir

Disclaimer: Everything in this story belongs to the JRR Tolkien family. Nothing here belongs to me.

Warnings: AU, OOC, humor.

A/N: This story is written for my best friend, Sivan, for her birthday. Hope you like it, sweetie! };-

...And no, Sivan, Thranduil is not in this story...sorry...:( Maybe a sequel will come later for a happily ever after "Blue" ending. lol

Summary: When Legolas takes a trip to visit the Peredhel family, little Estel and the twins take their pranks on Legolas a little too far.

It was dawn at Imladris and already warm. The sun was peaking through the early morning pink hued clouds, with the promise of a bright and beautiful day. The grass was cool on Legolas' bare feet, as he ran out of the Last Homely House in a pair of leggings minus shirt, as quickly as he could to find Estel. He knew Estel was the one who was responsible for the prank that had been played on him during the night. It was just like something he would do. Estel had his own style, a little unlike his older brothers. The Elf also knew that when Estel did something he aught not to, he usually ran outside, associating the outdoors with a quick getaway if he got in trouble. Which he usually did under these kind of circumstances.

"Now where is that child," Legolas mumbled to himself. "Estel, when I get my hands on you, you are going to wish you were anywhere but Imladris! How could you do that! You are 8 now and are acting like a 3 year old!" he yelled as loudly and with as much emphasis as he could.

"I am not!" Legolas heard quietly from a short distance away. The Elf knew that would cause a defensive reaction from Estel, and that he would get an approximate location to find him. He could tell that the boy was up in a tree somewhere nearby. He had suspected that, because he was nowhere to be seen. But which one? His voice was echoing through the trees making it difficult to pinpoint him. The Elf narrowed his eyes, scanning all the trees in the vicinity, trying to put his Elvish eyesight and hearing to good use, but still he could not see Estel. He could feel him, but Estel was hiding very well.

"All right, now where are you, you little imp?" Legolas was frustrated. He couldn't even find a human child in the trees. He walked around for a while staring up, angry at Estel and himself, feeling like the most stupid Elf that ever lived. Then he heard a small twig snap and turned around suddenly, just as Estel jumped down out of a tree, knocking him over. He came to rest on top of the Elf, catching Legolas completely by surprise, breaking Estels' fall for him. Legolas lost his breathing capability for a moment and grunted as Estel landed on him.

Estel looked down at him with a wide grin on his face. "I am glad that you were here at that particular moment. You broke my fall. It helped a lot. Thank you." Then he grabbed Legolas' hands and held them up over his head on the ground. "Were you looking for me, Legolas? I'm good at hiding, aren't I? You taught me well. But I have got you now. You are my prisoner." Legolas just stared at Estel with a blank look on his face, one eyebrow raised. He was very angry at the little Adan on top of him at the moment, but he just adored and couldn't resist his little friend in spite of it. So he decided to play along temporarily and amuse Estel. His stare turned into a half-grin, and his eyes twinkled mischievously.

"All right, you've got me. So what are you going to do with me?" Legolas pretended to struggle.

"With you or to you?" Estel asked with a huge grin on his face, so proud of himself for having caught Legolas off-guard.

"Ok. To Me." Legolas yawned and tried to look at Estel with a real look of fear on his face, but without much success. He wanted to laugh so much, that he had to swallow it, to stay in character. He wanted to stay serious for Estel, otherwise he would ruin the boys' game. He figured he might as well amuse him before the short human's 'death sentence.'

"I'm going to take you to my leader. He lives at my castle."

"Oh, no! Who is your leader? What is his name?" Legolas asked," breathing heavy and trying to sound scared.

"Ada...I mean Lord Elrond the Evil. He hates blonde-haired wood-elves and tortures them and is mean to them and then they are sorry; for wood-elves."

"He lives in my castle far, far into the woods and over the mountains. My soldiers and I are going to tie you up and drag you there and throw you in the dungeon. And you will be guarded by my pet dragon, Glorestor, so you can't ever escape and come after me again," he very seriously related to Legolas.

Legolas started chuckling and laughing evilly, then he suddenly stopped, the smile disappeared from his face, and the blank stare returned. He looked up into Estel's eyes and very calmly, yet seriously, said,"my hair is blue. How do you suppose that happened?"

Then Estel jumped up with real fear in his eyes, and ran for his life, as Legolas made a grab for him and missed.

"You'll be lucky if I don't feed you to that dragon when I get ahold of you!"

"I didn't mean it!" he yelled back over his shoulder as his little legs churned as fast as they could, back to the Last Homely House. He raced, panting, down the hall, running for his Ada's study, hoping he'd be safe there. He knew there were lots of places to hide in there. He threw the door open so hard, that it banged against the wall, the only occupant in the study jumping in surprise. Estel then ran inside, slamming the door shut behind him, feeling safe for the moment. He looked up, and there stood his Ada. 'Oops! Oh, no!' he thought. 'Ada will be angry and probably just give me to Legolas! NO!'

"Estel, what is wrong?" Lord Elrond put his book down on the desk and hurried over to his ion. "What happened to you, my son? You look frightened and are out of breath! Is it Elladan or Elrohir, or both, again? I will have to have another serious talk with those two. They must learn not to play quite so roughly with you around." Estel just stared at him through frightened eyes.

"No! It's not them. It's a big, blue, evil monster and you have to save me from him! Don't let him get me!"

Lord Elrond took Estel by the arms, kneeling in front of him. "What is it you are talking about, Estel? You are really making no sense." Elrond was so puzzled by what his son was telling him, he really didn't know what else to say.

At that moment, they both heard footsteps pounding down the hallway, heading straight for the study. Then they stopped and someone started banging on the door and yelling, "Estel, are you in there? Get out here, now! I know you're hiding in there. This is the best place in all of Rivendell to hide, so I know you are in there!"

Elrond slowly opened the door. "And how is it you know there are good hiding places in here, may I," he cleared his throat, "ask?" he stated as seriously as he could at Legolas, staring at him, trying to keep his dignity and Legolas' as well,

while trying not to smile and chuckle at the same time. He couldn't stop himself, though, and broke out with laughter. "Would this situation have anything to do with the 'evil blue monster' chasing my son? You wouldn't be that monster by any chance, would you?"

"I guess that would be me." Estel was hiding as best he could behind his Ada, while Legolas tried to grab him from one side of Elrond, and then the other, but Estel kept dodging him.

"Did you do this to him, Estel?" Estel just pouted at his Ada, lifting up his big grey, innocent, yet very guilt-ridden eyes. "Well..." Estel began very timidly.

"I see," Elrond wisely replied.

"Ok, tell me what happened, you two. I will let you in, Legolas, if you leave Estel alone." Behind Elrond's back, Estel stuck his tongue out at Legolas, who just growled back at him. There was utter silence in the room. Estel and Legolas were too busy glaring at each other. "You know, both of you are acting like children. I expect that kind of behavior from Estel."

"Ada!" the small Edan protested.

"But from you Legolas? I think you are a little old for that." Legolas sighed, embarrassed that he was, and that Lord Elrond had said that to him, but he had already lost most of his dignity with his altered hair color..

"I know. I was not planning on hurting him...much," Estel looked at Legolas with scared eyes. And Legolas glared back at him. "But that ion of yours stole into my room last night and did this to me. He flung his hair around so Elrond could get a good look at it. "My hair is blue."

Lord Elrond cleared his throat. "I noticed," he grinned at Legolas. Elrond could not even look at him again, for fear he would burst out laughing. So instead, he turned his attention back to his ion. "Estel! How could you! Legolas is our guest and your friend! He has feelings too that can get just as hurt as yours can. What a horrible thing to do! Why would you do this? What should I do with you? You know that was very wrong of you. I'll have to come up with a good punishment for you, later."

"I'm sorry," the little culprit replied to his Adar without much conviction. He just hoped he could change Elrond's train of thought; because he did not want to talk or think about that at the moment. He wanted to stay mad and could not with his father continuing to try and make him feel bad.

"Legolas is my minion, Adar..."Estel glared up at Legolas. Legolas just glared back and dropped into the nearest chair.

"Don't get too comfortable, Legolas," Estel is my minion, and I guess then that that would make you mine as well," Elrond smiled. Legolas snickered and just glared at Elrond. He shifted in his chair and put a leg up over an arm of it. "Would you please get up out of that chair and help my other minion, if you will?"

"Adar, I am not a minion," Estel whined indignantly.

"Well, you still have to do as you are told."

Estel frowned at his Ada and whined. Legolas smiled sweetly at him with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Legolas sighed while he climbed out of his chair and meandered over to Elrond, still glaring at him. "What can I do for you, your Grace?"

"Well," Elrond began," I don't really like my desk here by the wall. I think I would like to move it over to the other window. It's much sunnier over there and always has a nice breeze coming in. If you two would help me, I would be very appreciative."

"So what is the real reason you want to have it over there?" Legolas asked Lord Elrond suspiciously.

"I can keep an eye on what is going on out there, and watch people's comings and goings, Legolas," Elrond replied honestly and quite seriously.

"I think Elladan and Elrohir, as well as most everyone else who lives here, like your desk where it is, my Lord" Legolas grinned, knowing exactly what Elrond was about to say.

"That is the whole point, my young Elf."

"It is too heavy for me, Ada, how am I going to lift it?" Estel asked.

"Well, you can make a pathway for us, if you think you can manage that," Elrond smiled at him.

"I can try," the small boy replied, uncertainly.

"Oh, you can do it, Estel." The three of them suddenly looked up at the door as the sound of pounding feet, obviously two elves running down the corridor, chattering and maniacally laughing, was heard.