Autumn Hunt

Thranduil crept through the forest.   Pausing by a thicket of bushes, he peered into the clustering branches to the hollows beyond.  There was nothing there. 

He gazed upwards, past the yellowing leaves into the depths of the trees above him, looking for a green and brown shadow – which was not there.  He paused, thinking.  Where to look next?  The stables lay ahead, with lofts, corners, shadows, and stacked bales of hay. 

Passing a drift of autumn leaves, he jumped as the pile exploded upwards, and a laughing, shouting elfling emerged.

“You found me, Ada!  Now it’s your turn to hide!”

Author Notes:  For Jasta’s birthday.  Happy birthday, mellon nin!

Author Notes #2:  Daw, this is how hide and seek should be played!