"Was it love at first sight, Ada?" The young Prince asked his father. Thranduil chuckled in spite of the hollow pang of remembrance which sparked in his heart. "No, my little leaf, it was not." The boy looked down, brows furrowed, unable to comprehend such a thing. The king tilted his son's head up to look into his eyes. "But that didn't make it any less real." He whispered. -------------------------- Thranduil loved his son. He loved his son more than he had ever loved anyone. Even his late queen. Though only by a bit.