Sudden flashes of joyful and happy memories came into Legolas's head; himself as a child, holding his first bow in his small, delicate hands, and the smile on his mother's face as he shot arrows perfectly at targets just after a few days of learning how to shoot. But then, the memory of searching and wondering; tears running down his smooth fair face trying to find his dear mother. He loved her so much, more than any other child-elf in Mirkwood. He was lost and confused, always wondered "Where did she go? Why did she leave?" Legolas always blamed himself for this. When he couldn't take anymore of it, he went to Rivendell to try to get away from the grief and sadness of his lost mother, and he forgot it all. But to think thousands of years later, his own mother, the one he loved so much and thought he would never see again, was in front of his own eyes.

Legolas was speechless. What was there to say? He had never been so happy, yet dreadfully mad at the same time. As he looked into her deep blue eyes, a single tear fell down his smooth fair skin.

"Oh, Legolas!" the woman sighs as she hugs her dear son.

As Legolas's mother held him in her arms, Legolas saw the fair maiden from the lake walk towards them with light about her, resembling that of moonlight.

"Oh dear Earelia," Threthiel said, "this is my son, Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas."

"My Lord" replied Earelia as she curtsied. Legolas took her hand and kissed it gently with respect, while bowing. He looked up into her eyes to find that they were abnormally brown; elves never have brown eyes. Although this was quite weird, Legolas thought she had the most beautiful eyes ever. They were dark and deep, and they drew you to her.

"My boy," Threthiel said turning back to Legolas, "I haven't seen you for thousands of years; you must tell me what has been going on."

Threthiel took her son by the hand and led him back through the forests, Legolas looking back, never taking his eyes off the fair maiden until she was out of sight.