Authors note + Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR I wish but I don't just the plot and future creatures, evil people and good people I will be adding. So please read sorry no fighting in the beginning… just the prince's feelings about returning home… and his worries.
Legolas sat upon his gray horse, the same gray horse that Gimli and he shared. His people cheered for him as he entered Mirkwood. For some reason he felt tired and weak, defeated even though he had succeeded in his journey to Mordor. He was finally returning, but nothing felt the same… nothing was the same.
Finally the steps to his castle came to view. It was quite a journey from Gondor, he would have stayed in Gondor if it weren't for his princely duties. The place looked the same always full of festivites. The crowds, his people, cheered in rejoice to the Valar for their princes safe return… he was not feeling as cheery as they were. But he nodded in respect and devotion as he was raised to despite the hollow feeling in his heart… he knew that a simple life would not due it for him anymore… the sea was calling to him.
The king of Mirkwood ran out to meet his son. He was so proud of Legolas, he was getting older by the day the ring and Sauron had drained him through his long life. Legolas put on a smile as his father greeted him with open arms.
"Welcome home Legolas," his father said giving his son a warm hug. Legolas smiled and bowed as his father released him.
"Thank you ada it is great to be home," he lied but he did not show his lie. His father took Legolas into the palace where they dinned and talked of the long journey. He was a hero to his people when he left, and now he was more then a hero, he was their savior. They ate and laughed as he told them of his awkward friendship with the mountain dweller Gimli, and the fondness he held for the hobbits in his heart.
Legolas stared at the ceiling of his royal rook. He should be glad he was finally home, but he wasn't. What was he suppose to do next? Where do you go from where he left off? There had to be something left for him besides emptiness but what? He could waste time drinking and partying with his friends he missed, or he could look around for a mate… but that would not completely fill his void he knew everyone there… no one sparked any life into him… this place was no longer as exciting as it was before he left with the Fellowship.
He needed to sleep he was getting exhausted and restless. He had nightmares constantly of the things he had to face, the things he slaughtered and took one of the fellowship members. Though it was not his fault that day was one of the worst that haunted him… the song Aragorn and he sang as they pushed the boat with the body of Boromir into the river. That quest was hard on not just him and he knew it, but all he could think about was the pain of it, and how many times he actually feared… he would not make it home to see Mirkwood, it was something he did not even share with Gimli… a scar to fragile to reopen to anyone else. He stirred a little his blonde hair sprawled out amongst his white pillow and sheet. What am I going to do? Something just feels unfinished like I don't belong here yet… he thought to himself as he let a deep breath escape his nostrils. He wiped his hand across his forehead where he had been sweating before pushing the covers off of him and sitting up his feet touching the cold floor.
Standing up he walked to his window looking out at the big bright moon. It held no answers, and if it did it would not share it with him. He leaned against the white frame of the window as he watched the tips of the trees sway in greeting… he loved the forest, he loved his home! But something wasn't right. Something's were still out there, he could see it in the way the breeze attacked the trees… he could smell it in his sweat, he could see it in the stars the way their bright light dimmed to nearly nothingness… yes, the main threat was gone… but something else stirred in the cracks of the night. He knew something wasn't right, it wasn't him being paranoid because he was right… and the sky, the stars, the breeze, the trees… and his dreams were telling him he was right about his feeling. Something wasn't right… it was decided. He softly whispered to the breeze to tell the stars to tell the sky, to tell his dreams… "I am going back to Gondor, I am going back to talk with Aragorn. My dreams and this evil ends tonight."