Disclaimer: I don't own Tolkien's masterpieces, I wish I did but I don't. I I don't own anything, not even this computer, it's my dad's, so please don't sue me. Thanks.

a/n: During my research for this story, I found two theories:

a: Thranduil and his father were some of the Sindar that traveled east from Lindon before the building of Bara-dur and later Thranduil founded Greenwood the Great

b: Oropher (Thranduil's father) was King of Greenwood before him, thus suggesting that he founded the realm

I choose theory b because it there was not much info I could find on theory a. But I thought I should just let you know that there were two different ones out there. Which is correct we will never really know.

-Luthien

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"Thranduil!" his father shouted as he tried to slip quietly through the kitchen door.

"Normally I would ask you where you've been all evening, but since that has become such a predictable question of late I will rephrase that and ask you what you've been doing. You're soaked!"

"I... I..."

"And where might I ask did u get that cloak?"

"Well... I..."

"Oh never mind! Sit down and I'll make us some tea. The you can explain yourself."

Grateful to have an excuse to be quiet, Thranduil slid into the chair next to him. He inhaled the lovely scents of the kitchen and felt calmer. He was ready to take his father's punishment.

"So," Oropher began. "start at the beginning."

Thranduil told him everything about falling into the pond, Lárien saving him, and her prophecy.

"Interesting. I did not know that there was a maiden in your life my son."

"No! Valar no! I had only just met her!" Thranduil protested.

"She had foreseen you, you say?"

Thranduil nodded.

"Interesting indeed. Did she say anything else?" Oropher asked.

"Not exactly. She gave me her cloak and told me that we would meet again someday."

"Perhaps you will. But until then I think you should get some sleep. And don't forget to take off you wet clothes."

"So you're not punishing me?" Thranduil asked hopefully.

"No, no not this time. But if you keep running off like this then perhaps it will change."

Thranduil smiled and hugged his father.

"Thank you!"

"Now run off to bed Thranduil. See you in the morning."