Hey y'all, I'm sorry about the wait. I've had a bunch of homeschool things, then I had schoolwork, then I had writers block, and then I spent some time with friends. So yeah, spare time has not been very abundant. Anyways, all of you who have read this story, favored it, followed it and reviewed it, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
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Anyways, to answer some of y'alls questions, here you go,

Legolas Fan: Thank you soo much for your review. I'm glad you appreciate the friendship between the Three Hunters, as do I. It is most assuredly something that needs to be a friendship and in no way a romance story! It's great to see that still there are great people in this world who appreciate morals! Here's your next chapter, even if it is late, sorry. But anyways thanks, and Enjoy! Hannon Le!

Wendou: Glad you're enjoying this! First of all, your question about the King thinking his son his dead is explained in this chapter and yes, I left you on a cliffie and I let Aragorn leave the hobbits on a cliffie... I'm so evil. Anyways, thanks, you're awesome for your support and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Hannon le, Mellon!

UnnamedElement: Thank you! I hope this chapter is satisfying! Thanks for the support and I hope to see your name more often! Hannon le, Mellon-nin!

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Legolas hurried through the gates of his father's halls, the guards staring at him as (well, that was probably more the dwarf that rode with him.) he rode through. He dismounted, ignoring every servant and civilian that exclaimed,

'Prince Legolas!'
'Alas! Our King shall be whole again.'
'He's alive?'
'The Valar has shown his mercy!'
'Our heir has returned.'
'Our prince has returned, hail to the Valar!'
'Elbereth! I thought he was dead!'
'Where's he going?' Asked one petite elf maid.

"He's going to see his father." And all eyes turned to the dwarf as he fell from the back of the horse with 'hmph!' and a 'thud!', several gasps and mummers ran through the courtyard, and Gimli tried to hide behind his helm.

Legolas was no longer walking, he had sped to a run through the Greenwood palace. He turned down the familiar corridors and ran to his Father's room; two guards stood at their post, at his door.
In a voice that would chill even Sauroman's heart, Legolas said, "Let me pass." The guards, tremors running through them at their icy lord's tone, said; with as much confidence they could muster,

"Nay...M'lord, by kings order none shall enter." The guards said looking past his prince, avoiding the eyes that looked so much like his father's, but the prince remained to stare at him.

"By my order, you shall let me through!" Legolas shouted, and the guards flinched back, and one tried to speak,

"But the king-"

"I care not if the king gives an order; it is my word against yours! Now let me through, I demand to see my Father!" And the guards opened the doors.

When the great doors closed behind him, Legolas was dismayed to see the darkness of the room. With the curtains drawn closed over the once grand windows that overlooked his father's great realm. "Adar?" Legolas called softly, no reply.
"Adar? Adar I am home." He stepped farther into the room, and he spotted a blond figure, curled upon himself.

"Go away," The figure croaked. "It's just another dream," he whispered.

"Nay, Adar, it truly is I."

"My eyes must be tricked by some devil some spell. Oh! Valar have mercy on my soul! You have taken my wife, and now you taunt me with my son!"

"Adar, sweet Adar! I swear it truly is I. Your eyes are not cheated, your ears hear not wrongly. I have returned from the War of the Ring, and the shadow grows no longer! Rejoice, be happy, may you be merry! Your ion has returned." Legolas said as he placed hands on his Father's burdened shoulders. And the king looked up. His golden hair was tousled, and his eyes were rimmed with redness. His blue iris' gleamed, and he placed a hand to cup his son's face.

"My son..." He whispered, and Thranduil stood hurriedly with utmost elven grace. Elvenking and Sindar Prince faced each other.
"In these latest days have I thought you dead, yet here you stand unharmed in my arms. Can it be that my son truly has returned?" Despite the pangs of guilt drumming through his being, Legolas helped his Father stand. He may have been supporting most of the Elvenking's weight, but Thranduil managed to look as dignified as he always had been. The father studied his son's futures, they both held their breath.
Then Thranduil let out a joyous laugh. It echoed off the dismal cavern halls, and it seemed that the shadows that were lurking vaporize as Thranduil embraced his son. And both sobbed happily.
"When the Lady Galadriel told me of your fate, I thought surely you would die on this quest. But yet here you return alive and well! Standing before me a hero! Oh, ion-nin, the days seemed so solemn without knowing how you fair!" And Thranduil held Legolas at arm's length looking him over, before pulling him back into his arms and kissing his son's golden head.

"I have missed you, Adar. Through all the battles and hard-goings, it is the thought of my Father and home falling. Now we shall worry no longer, for an age has come for the Elves of Eryn Galen to sing again!" Legolas exclaimed, his eyes alight with happiness, as their hug broke.

"Guards!" Thranduil called, and both of the armored Elves entered the room cautiously. "Let a feast be prepared! Send word to the kitchens, call to the musicians! The heroes of Arda are in our presence; our prince has returned!" And the guards smiled in sync, and hurried out, calling for servants. "My son, my son has returned."

The hobbits were increasingly getting worried by the second, for no sign of Legolas had been shown. Aragorn even had a worried look on his face.
They had arrived into the Castle when the gates seemed to open magically on their accord. And when they entered, they were more than surprised to see that Gimli was surrounded by a group of about five little elflings who looked up at him with an awed gaze. Gimli appeared to be telling them a story, for he said,
"And as I looked to Legolas, with his bow crafted by the elves of Lothlorien and he fired volley after volley, I knew there was something special. But he was just an old elf, I reminded myself then," Many children gasped, "Oh don't you worry, little ones, my opinions have changed considerably." A little elleth raised her arm, and Gimli said, "Yes?"

"What are op-en-ons?" She asked, and Gimli smiled beneath his beard. A little elleon that sat beside her nudged her.

"Stop it! Caladwen, don't interrupt the story. You know what Nana says about interrupting." Caladwen looked down and blushed, But Gimli chuckled.

"It's quite alright, young lad. Opinions are your personal thoughts about something. " Gimli explained.
Caladwen whispered, "Oh," And Gimli continued,
"He was a strange creature; I used to think. I used to hate him-" But he was interrupted again, and a little elleon said,

"Ada says hating is bad; you are only supposed to hate the spiders in the forest; is what he says."

"Yes, lad. Hating is very bad, your ada" The word felt strange on his lips, "is very right. But I was stubborn and stiff-necked, only when I met the great lady of Lothlorien did realize what beautiful creatures elves were." The elflings gasped, and they started to jump, exclaiming,

"You met the great Lady?"
"My Adar tells me stories about her beauty!"
"I wish to be that beautiful one day; I heard she is the prettiest being in all of Middle-Earth!"

Gimli smiled, and his beard bristled, "Hold on! Hold on! One at a time, young ones!" But he soon laughed, as he was over-poured with questions.

Aragorn took, this time, to break into the conversations, "Alright, dear ones. I think our story-telling dwarf is getting rather winded..." Aragorn looked at Gimli from the corners of his eyes, "After all, they're only dangerous over short distances." And Gimli gasped, but soon grinned.
The elflings were soon herded back to their respective parents.

"Oh, Friend Gimli, I cannot wait until Legolas hears of your storytelling," Aragorn said, and the hobbits laughed as Gimli frowned.

"Now, listen, you may be a king now, but I can still swing an ax!" He tried to threaten, but his cheeks were reddening at the thought of what mirth this would bring to his elf-friend. Oh, Durin bless me! Gimli thought.

Translations -

Adar - Father

Ion-nin - my son

Ada - dad/daddy

So, next chapter the hobbits WILL meet Thranduil. I had planned it for this chapter, but well, this chapter turned out like, well, this chapter. Okay! So my socially awkwardness aside; until the next chapter, this is CrazyChristianCowgirl, signing out!