A/N: If any of you were interested, it was a cherry tree and a blossom of a fruiting tree represents hope or a promise. Finding Thranduil and Legolas is are symbols of hope for the elves. Also, I have two stories in mind to start drafting, I want to know which you are more interested in. The first is a sequel to those story about the war of the ring since Galadriel said that Legolas and Thranduil will effect all of Middle Earth. The other is an Alpha/Beta/Omega Harry Potter story that will eventually be a Harry Potter and Hobbit Crossover. Please tell me if you are interested in either or neither.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. I do not make any money from this story.
Rivendell:
The elf jumped.
"My Lord?" asked Glorfindel.
The elf looked down.
"Lord Thranduil, come down, please, I wish to talk with you," said Glorfindel.
Slowly, the elf stood and, still looking down at Glorfindel, quickly climbed out of the tree. As soon as his feet touched the ground, though, he took off running. Glorfindel cursed, sprinting off after Thranduil. He should have expected the elf to run.
He was unsure how long he'd run, but eventually, he realized that he was gaining on Thranduil, his knowledge of the area giving him an advantage. As if realizing this, Thranduil's path was becoming harder and harder to follow until Glorfindel was struggling to find it.
"Thranduil, please, I just want to talk to you!" shouted Glorfindel when he could no longer find any signs of Thranduil's tracks.
When there was no answer, Glorfindel tried again, "Thranduil, we've found your son. Surely you would not leave him without any parents or anything to his name except his clothes? Would you do that to him? Your only son?"
For a long while, there was no answer.
Sighing, Glorfindel turned to leave, but a sudden noise stopped. Turning around, he found the elf from before watching him. The elf's hair was matted and dirty, his clothes ripped, a certain craziness was in his grey-blue eyes, and he was almost skeletal. He looked far from the proud elf Glorfindel remembered.
"Thranduil," Glorfindel whispered.
The elf stared at him.
Glorfindel suddenly looked uncertain, "I'm Glorfindel of Rivendell. Do you remember me?"
The elf continued to stare at him.
"What about Elrond? Do you remember him?" asked Glorfindel.
The elf didn't reply.
"What about your cousin Baelor? Or... Are you mute?" asked Glorfindel.
Still, there was no reply.
"Thranduil, say something, anything!" pleaded Glorfindel, desperately.
"My… Son," said Thranduil, slowly, as though he was having trouble speaking.
Glorfindel frowned, "Are you having trouble speaking, My Lord? Elrond could-"
"Where… Is.. He?" asked Thranduil.
"Legolas is in Lothlórien currently. He'll be back in a few months. Elrond would allow you to stay here or you can go to see him in Lothlórien, I have food enough to get you there," replied Glorfindel.
"Lothlórien" said Thranduil, finally.
"As you wish, but please, rest here for a few days, you look terrible. Elrond wishes to see you anyway," said Glorfindel.
"Very well, I will see Elrond and stay the night, but then I wish to leave and if I go with you now, you must promise not to try to delay me any more," said Thranduil at last.
"You have my word on it," promised Glorfindel.