Because they live so long and can go so many decades without having any children around, Elves are inordinately fond of children. I know that’s a pretty popular headcanon, but here’s my spin on it:
Even the most serious and solemn of Elves will drop their stern facades to make a child of any race laugh.
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For example:
There is a story that on one occasion, some delegates from Lake Town were unable to leave their children at home and brought them to a trade meeting in Mirkwood. Instead of making them wait in a separate room, the Elven King Thranduil had seats put at the meeting table for the children.
Throughout the discussions the children would burst into giggling fits, even after their parents asked them to be quiet. The Men of Lake Town, embarrassed by these interruptions, apologized for their behavior and suggested that they be sent away. To their surprise, Thranduil told them that there had not been any children in his halls for more than 500 years and he found their presence pleasant. So the discussions went on, childish giggling included.
After the trade agreements were made, the Men asked their children what made them laugh so much. The children claimed that every time the Men looked down at the trade documents, the Elven King’s ears would start wiggling!
No adult could ever confirm that the Elven King did this, although some Rohirrim children would report that his son had particularly wiggly ears when they saw him in Helms Deep.
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Also:
In a Dwavish legend so old and obscure that almost none still know it, back in Durin’s time, several Dwarflings travelled through Lothlorien with their families. The young ones went to explore the forest on their own, and accidentally stumbled upon the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn out on a walk.
The young Dwarves were awed and intimidated by their regal figures, and shied away from them. But, according to the myth, The Lord and Lady began imitating each other, speaking in affected voices and calling one another by the wrong names. They kept up the charade until the Dwarflings were fairly rolling with mirth!
But that legend is far too ridiculous to put any stock in, right?
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In another story:
King Elessar has on rare occasion told a tale from his younger days in Imladris, when settled by a fire in the company of those familiar enough to call him “Aragorn.”
He tells of being a small child, still shy of his foster father, despite his mother’s assurances. He had been playing on the stairs of one of the paths when he spotted Lord Elrond approaching, dressed in his splendid robes. Aragorn hid alongside the path and watched as he approached. To Aragorn’s amazement and delight, when Lord Elrond reached the stairs he rucked up his robes and pranced up them. He must have spotted the child well before then, because he gave wink to Aragorn’s hiding place before continuing on his way, leaving the child desperately trying to muffle his snickering behind.
If Aragorn has had enough to drink, he may even perform a demonstration, that looks something like this.
I am 100% here for this headcanon! Not only is it adorable, it jives with the book canon that Elves are a kind and cheerful people!
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