A/N: I do not own LOTR or any of the characters involved in it, they all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Any characters you do not know however most likely are of my own creation. Thoughts are in Italics, In this Thranduil has shiny black hair, don't ask where that came from, I just needed Legolas to look a little like both his mother and father. You can flame me if you want but it will not change. This is a bit AU so yea…Enjoy! - Alkvingiel

Possessed Banishment

A breeze blew slowly through the trees in and around Rivendell. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the air grew warm. Elrond looked up from where he was working in his study and frowned. A storm was coming and judging by the wind it would be a bad one but what worried him was in the whisper of the trees. They spoke a warning, there was trouble somewhere and someone was coming. Again he frowned, "Someone…but who?" He wondered.

*****

Legolas sighed as he leaned against a tree for support. He wasn't injured, the trip from Mirkwood to Imladris had been blessedly uneventful but his heart bled. Reaching up to smooth back some hair that had come out of place, he stopped when he felt wetness on his hand. Pulling his hand back he realized he was crying. Quickly he rubbed the tears away scolding himself for crying over something like…this…but nothing like this had happened before. Sure he had done some stupid things and his father had punished him but never for questioning something he didn't understand, his father had always looked highly on that. With a sob he fell to his knees crying, memories of his father's words came racing back into his mind.

"Get out! Never again will you question me! Leave now and never return to the forests of Mirkwood!" Those were the words that echoed through his mind. A closer rumble of thunder now and the sky began to darken. He was right outside of Rivendell still hidden in the woods, Lord Elrond had told him that he was always welcome…now he really hoped that promise still stood. Those words echoed in his mind as well, "Now Legolas... remember, Imladris is forever open to you till the ending of the stars." He didn't want to run into the twins or Estel so he waited, and he would wait until it was dark. Lightening flashed across the sky and he settled into a cluster of trees hoping not to get to wet. A few minutes later it seemed as if the sky opened up and the rain poured down. Within a matter of minutes he was soaked even with the protection that the trees themselves tried to give.

*****

Glorfindel walked around checking with each of the warriors on guard that night. Lord Elrond had told him to be on the look out because he had the feeling that someone was coming. The rain had finally let up only a few moments ago, everything dripped with water and the freshness that only comes in the renewal of spring and after a rain. He talked quietly with the guards at the gates of Imladris, they explained they had a feeling that someone or something had been watching this post all day yet they did not know why or what it was. Just as he was about to reply a figure walked out of the trees only a few feet away from where they talked. Each of their hands went to either the sword at their side or the bows and arrows they already held. The figure stopped when he was five feet from them, he looked to be nothing more than a shadow with the night and the dark cloak that wrapped around his soaked form. But even with the cloak Glorfindel could see the brightness of his inner glow coming from him.

"State your name and business here at this late hour," He demanded. For a moment the figure didn't move and everything was very tense but then his hands reached up, they tightened their grip on their swords and the arrows were pulled tighter, his hands stilled for a moment but then they completely removed the hood of the cloak. Glorfindel and the warriors all let out a sigh of relief as Legolas showed his face.

"It's good to see that Imladris is secure as ever Lord Glorfindel," Legolas said quietly with a smile. He smiled back and ran forward to greet his friend.

"It is good to see you as well Prince. But why may I ask that you are here and without an escort, these are still dangerous times…" His lecture trailed off as he saw the great sadness in Legolas's eyes before it disappeared.

"I know it is late Lord…but I must speak with Lord Elrond. It is of great importance. Please…I can't wait…" He begged. Glorfindel heard the urgency in his voice and with a hand on the Prince's shoulder he nodded. They walked quickly through the gates of Imladris past the other guards who gave Legolas curious looks and to the palace. Legolas followed his steps silent as ever never once saying a word trying very hard to not brake down again. Glorfindel showed him into Elrond's study and told him to stay there while he got Lord Elrond. Legolas stood in the middle of the room trying his best to stay the emotionless elf he was brought up to be while he waited. A few moments later Elrond came through the door still in his evening attire with Glorfindel only a few steps behind him. Elrond had a surprised look on his face but as usual he said nothing. Legolas gave him a small smile before bowing and then it happened. As he stood the tears and sob he had been holding back came, he stumbled forward into Elrond's arms and cried. It took a moment for Elrond to react but then his arms wrapped tightly around Legolas and they went to the floor on their knees. He looked back at Glorfindel his eyes asking questions his voice dared not to but the look on Glorfindel's was as shocked as his. The other Lord quickly closed the door and kneeled down beside them. Elrond took to making quieting sounds and gently rocking Legolas back and forth until he had finished crying. Finally he quieted enough for Elrond to know he it was safe to start asking questions.

"Legolas? What happened? Why are you here? Are you well?" He questioned. Legolas let out a strained breath before he answered.

"Lord…Elrond…I don't know what happened, yes I am well…as well as I can be right now…and…I…I have been banished from Mirkwood," He told him looking up. The anguish in his eyes was almost unbearable even to Elrond and all he knew to do was pull Legolas back to his chest and rock him as more tears fell from his eyes. With all the wisdom he had acquired over the many years he had lived nothing came into play now, nothing but what he had learned in being a father. Again Elrond waited until Legolas had stopped crying before he spoke.

"What do you mean Legolas? How have you been banished? What did your father have to say about this?" He asked.

"I mean just what I said Lord Elrond. I have been…banished. And my father…he is the one who banished me," After that Legolas hung his head, he sat back and pulled his knees to his chest wrapping his arms around his bent knees. Both Elrond and Glorfindel saw an elf child they had not seen in many years, perhaps ever since the first time they had met him.

"I do not understand Prince…your father loves you…you are his only heir…how and why would he do this?" Glorfindel wondered aloud. Legolas looked up and met his eyes.

"That is a very good question my Lord but I'm afraid I do not have the answer…Lord Elrond if it is alright may I use my room…I'm very tired," Legolas questioned turning his gaze to Elrond.

"Of course Legolas. Come, I will see that you are taken care of," Elrond answered and he stood then helped Legolas up. Glorfindel watched as they left and then shook his head.

"What is going on in Mirkwood? What could have made Thranduil do this?" He thought. He had never seen Legolas look so lost and so much like the child he had only seen the first time he had come to Rivendell when he was only two hundred years old.

*****

Elrond and Glorfindel stood side by side awaiting the arrival of the royalty of Mirkwood, King Thranduil and his son Prince Legolas. Their party had been seen immerging from the woods a few moments before and could now be seen entering through the main gates of Imladris.

"Are you sure about this Lord Elrond?" Glorfindel questioned, he still wasn't sure if inviting Imladris greatest enemy here was a good idea.

"If I was not sure then they would not be riding in now would they?" Elrond replied with a smile. "Besides we need to break this rift between our realms in case something happens to either of us and we need help." Glorfindel sighed and straightened as the horses came to a stop and the riders got off. A tall golden elf stepped forward, authority circled around him and his hard blue eyes missed nothing.

"Elrond half-elven, it has been a long time," Thranduil said.

"That it has Thranduil, maybe now we can put our differences behind us and there can be peace between our realms," Elrond replied. They had a staring match for a moment until a light shuffling was heard and Elrond's eyes searched for the source of the sound and found a small face with big blue eyes staring at him from around Thranduil's cloak. "Well, well…and who is this?" Elrond asked trying to get a better look at the face but it ducked back behind Thranduil. The Mirkwood king gave a small smile and turned just a bit reaching his hand behind him and then pushing a young elf to stand in front of him. Blue eyes meet Elrond's dark ones quickly and then went back to staring at a spot on the ground. Golden blonde hair shined in the early morning light, his green tunic and leggings made his eyes and hair stand out even more.

"This is my son, Legolas Thranduilion, Crown Prince of Mirkwood. Legolas say hello to Elrond half-elven," Thranduil told him squeezing his sons shoulder. Legolas glanced up at him and then at Elrond, then back at the ground.

"Suilad Lord Elrond, gerin galu govad-le," He said in a quiet voice and bowed his head. Elrond was to say the least surprised, he had expected the son of Thranduil to call him half-elven as well.

*****

Glorfindel smiled remembering that day. Legolas had come a long way since then but he still had that quite polite domineer about him, quiet but deadly. Now if they could just find out what had happened…

TBC…

Elvish Translation

Suilad! - Greetings

Gerin galu govad-le - I have good fortune to meet you

So? How was it? I thought you enjoyed it as much as I liked writing it! - Alkvingiel