HELLO EVERYBODY! So I wrote this as kinda a companion piece to 'To Learn an Elf', and I received a few (well, two.) request for the hobbits to meet Thranduil. And so this is what I have. I would prescribe reading 'To Learn an Elf' first, but this will make perfect sense. (Well, kind of, a few places here and there might not make sense. A heads up.) Just want to say THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU! To all those who reviewed my last stories. You guys are awesome and I thank you sooooo much!

Wenduo - Here it is! Hobbits, meet Elvenking, Elvenking, meet hobbits! Thanks for your review!

11pink45 - Hope you like it! Prepare for frightened hobbit!

So y'all know, I'm very unsure of this one, even more so than the last. And so reviews to tell me what you thought would be great. (To any flamers and haters, go ahead, I just want feedback.)

I plan for this to be a multi chapter story, the chapters will be short, and I'm sorry, but best I can do right now. (My very first, my very very very VERY first! Okay, deep breaths, deep breaths, calm yourself, puncturing your keyboard will do nothing to calm yourself.) Like two to three...maybe four. I depends on how many reviews, follows, favs, and views I get.

Disclaimer - I should have done this on like the past two stories, but forgot each time so: CrazyChristianCowgirl does not have the last name Tolkien, nor is she male (obviously.) And she has never ever ever EVER been a lieutenant in the British army. So, she, CrazyChristianCowgirl, does not in any way, form or planet, own 'Lord of The Rings'. I think I have made my point clear.

"I will not leave you, Nana!"...

"You must Legolas! You must!" She exclaimed, placing a bloodied hand on his cheek.

"Nay, I will not leave! There is a chance!" He said as he tried to gather her gory form into his young arms - he was no more that three-hundred, you must consider.

Leave, ion-nin! Mandos calls to me; it has not latched to you yet, you must hasten!"

"No! Nana!"

"Find help, you must find help." She was pleading now.

"I will not leave you," He brokenly said as he grabbed her hand with his marred and shattered one.

Blood filled her mouth, staining her bloodless face. "I love you, ion-nin." And she went limp, her breath left her once laughing lips. The arms that used to hold him were slack and useless. The eyes that used to sparkle and the eyes that were the only thing that would soften the hard and battle-worn king; be dull and lifeless.

"No! Nana, wake up, Nana?" He shouted.

"Legolas!"

"Nana, no! No Nana, don't leave me!"

"Legolas, wake up! Legolas, you must wake!" And the elf started with a shout. He was breathing heavy and unevenly, and tremors ran through his body with renewed viciousness. "Legolas, how do you fare?" Aragorn asked softly; the Sindar turned his head and looked at the Ranger with shaken and haunted eyes.

"Estel?" He asked, his voice fragile and soft.

"Yes, I'm here Mellon-nin, nothing can reach you now."

"Laddie, Laddie, are you alright?" The Erebor-hailing dwarf asked his elven friend.

"Yes, I am okay now, Gimli."

Aragorn sighed softly, "No you are not, my friend, seeing the statue bothered you, didn't it?" Legolas nodded shamefully, and Isildur's heir wrapped his arms around the elf, as he had done many times before - Legolas didn't push him away, nor did he melt in the embrace. Too lost in his thought to realize what the Ranger was doing.

"Statue? I know you elf folk don't like stone, but a statue?" Gimli asked, confused and exasperated.

"Gimli-" Aragorn started, but Legolas shook his head, and looked sadly up at the dwarf.

"The statue is of my mother, Gimli. It is all there is left of her, no remnant, no memory. A forgotten statue is what the queen of Eryn Lasgalen was given in honor of her death." Legolas explained with bitterness. Gimli had never seen such sadness, such distance in those elven orbs. Like he recalled a haunted part of his past, that was buried so deep behind warrior-constructed walls. It was disturbing really, this wasn't the elf he had come to know.

"Oh, Legolas, I'm sorry." Gimli apologized, repulsed and angered with himself, as he pitied his elvish companion.

The fair face brightened, and he stood brushed off his trousers - even if there was nothing to brush off - then looked down at his friend with a forced smile on his face. "No time to regret what is already done, friend dwarf. Come, my father's halls are close, we shall reach them by dusk if we make haste." And he stood, and walked to Arod, busying himself with brushing her down. The horse nuzzled him with affection plenty, sensing his master was in a drear state of mind.

"What happened to Legolas?" Came Pippin's voice. And both dwarf and man turned to see the four hobbits, each with concerned and confused looks all the same. Aragorn smiled gently and strode to them.

"Nothing, my friends, Legolas is just anxious. He has not seen his father in two years, not sending word or notice he was leaving or coming home." Aragorn said, and Pippin asked,

"Aragorn, we still do not know who Legolas' father is! Can you tell us?"

"Nay, little ones, you will find out in time."

They were riding through the woods, Legolas whispering in his native language to the trees around them, with a contented smile on his face. Gimli was blabbering about strange elvish habits. The Hobbits were looking around in awe of the tall and broad green trees around them. And Aragorn was much like the Hobbits, for he had never seen Mirkwood so cleansed of evil. The great Greenwood had returned. Eryn Lasgalen. He breathed the purified air. The spider webs were vanquished. All sign of orcs were purged. It was the beautiful realm he heard his brothers tell him of; it was the realm of the Elvenking. No-longer tainted by shadow. He was surprised, to say the least, when an elven arrow was drawn towards him. He stopped Brego with startled speed to avoid being impaled. "Halt! What business do you carry to our king's woods?"

"Tuor, drop defences." The elf, Tuor, dropped his bow quite literally to the ground. And spun around to face Legolas, his eyes were wide.

"Legolas?" He breathed. And the blond elf dismounted his steed. "You are alive," Tuor said breathlessly, the other elves - five in all - stood in shock with weapons lax.

Legolas walked up to the elf, and placed his hands on the other elf's shoulders; Tuor was a bit shorter. He smiled and said, "My! Have you gotten taller?" And that was all it took for Tuor to break from his shock and the two embraced, with joyous laughs. Of course the elf hadn't grown taller, this Legolas knew, but he had been gone too long; even by elven standards.
"Oh, Legolas! It's good to see you again!" Tuor exclaimed as they broke apart.

"And you as well, Mellon-nin." He hesitated. "How is my father?" He asked in a lower voice.

The younger elf's happy demeanour vanished and was replaced by a solemn and saddened shadow. "He is not well, M'lord, he does not eat, nor sleep. And when he does," Tuor gulped, and worry clouded Legolas' eyes. "I hear his screams." Legolas took a shuddering breath and didn't try to hide his tears. "He thinks you dead, M'lord, he fades." And panic covered the elder elf's face, he shoved pass Tuor and mounted his Arod, leaving Gimli shouting behind him, and the dwarf held on with all his might to avoid falling from the galloping horse's back. As Tuor looked back at the remaining Fellowship, he studied their faces for a moment.

Frodo had a thoughtful look about him; Merry and Pippin looked confused, and Sam looked confused yet understanding. Gandalf shifted his staff in his hand as Shadowfax (the great Lord of all horses, in fact, was nervous from the desperet tension in the air.) shifted from hoof to hoof. But Aragorn looked at the elf with a grim and firm look on his face. He was no longer the awed king; he became the Ranger from when he first met the elf price. Aragorn was worried, he knew the look on Legolas' face, and it was never good when that look came about.

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