After the battle had ended, Thranduil had rushed up the Ravenhill. He hoped beyond measure that his only son had not been harmed. He rushed past wreckage, broken rocks and towers and past the Orks dead body's with his sons arrows still sticking out of them.
Thranduil started up the path, when he saw blood staining the ground before him, and hoped beyond measure that it was not his sons. When he reached the top and saw it was not his sons, but a blonde dwarf, he vaguely noticed that it was one of Thorin Oakensheilds nephews. He was selfishly glad it was not his son laying there, resting never to wake up on the red stained snow.
Thranduil started to run, running, hoping that when he reached the far side his son would be waiting for him. That Legolas would be standing there, a slim blonde form waiting for him, that his sons piercing icy blue eyes still be full of life, still full his fire and love and the drive to protect his homeland.
He faintly noticed Tauriel and her dwarf love holding each other as tight as they could, he only notice the white handled knife sticking out of the back of a large and deadly looking Ork and rushed past, unnoticed by the lovers.
Thranduil hurried along until he reached a frozen river covered in fog. Places where the ice had cracked where already freezing over in the cold air. He started to head over the river because after all, the ice does not have to be very thick to support an elfs weight.
Thranduil noticed a figure in the slowly clearing fog. A stocky being kneeling next to a figure on the ice he knows is next to where the river becomes a frozen waterfall.
Thranduil heart breaks when he realizes that the figure laying on the ground has blonde hair and is wearing a green tunic.(Legolas never did have the same lust for jewels and gems as Thranduil did, he took after his mother in the way he preferred the forest to the things that sparkled below.)
Thranduil sprints over to where his son is lying on the ice and to where king Thorin was kneeling. Legolas beautiful blue eyes are still open and his lungs are still breathing rasping, painfull and weak breathes, but at least he was still breathing.
He cradled Legolas's head as his son mumbled
"Ada, the darkness is growing in the distance" he coughed
" it will be upon greenwood soon."
And it pained Thranduil that even on his deathbed, his son never talked about anything personal, only formal and matters political. Thranduil knew his precious son was dying, how could he not. Legolas was in a pool of blood from wounds so great it was a wonder he was still alive.
As his son took one of his last breaths with blood staining his lips, Thranduil muttered something he had not said in far to long " I'm proud of you Legolas, never forget that I love you, and I know I may have shown it sometimes, but I have always loved you!" And with that Legolas took his last breath and closed his eyes forever.
Thranduil had lost both his wife and son to the monstrosity of war and greed.