A/N: Okay, now we can move on to the happy ending! J. Remember, this chapter restarts at the end of Chapter 32.

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Chapter 35

Galadriel paused, listening, as Elrond gave her the glass. What was that? Someone was coming up the stairs.

"DO NOT GIVE MY SON THE FLOWER! WE HAVE FOUND THE KILLER, NOT THE CURE!"

"Thranduil?" she said in surprise. "What—"

At that moment, the usually composed, proper Elvenking burst into the room, panting from his incredibly fast climb, or rather clamber, up the stairs. He snatched the glass away from her and tossed it out the door, grinning in relief as it was heard shattering and smiling sheepishly as a loud curse was heard afterward.

After running over to make sure whoever had just been hit in the head with the glass was not injured, Galadriel turned to Thranduil, giving him a 'You'd better explain yourself right now' look.

"Oh, great. I left the book in the Great Hall," said Thranduil, sighing. "I'll go get it."

He walked, albeit a lot more slowly, out of the room. Everyone looked at Elrond, seeing as he was the most likely to know what

Thranduil was talking about.

"I honestly have no idea," said Elrond, sighing.

They all sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, waiting for Thranduil to return.

When he did, the journal was in his hand. The Elvenking went directly to Elrond and Galadriel.

"What's that?" said Galadriel, staring at the old, beat up book. "That's the reason you through a glass at one of my subjects from the top of a tree?"

Thranduil snorted, but he immediately sobered as he realized that it was up to him to tell Galadriel what was in the book.

"This is the journal of Legolas's captor," he said. "It tells everything that was done to him while he was captured. At the end, it said the cure was the Golden Flower of Lothlorien. But the man was not so stupid as to write the real cure in plain view." Thranduil shuddered at the thought of what might have happened if he had not gotten there in time (A/N: oh yes I did just say that).

He put the paper up to the light, which was fading quickly, and pointed to the writing that was now visible.

Fools! You truly believe me stupid. By the time you find this, if you ever do, the princeling will be dead; the flower will have killed him. Did you truly think me to be so dim-witted as to write it where you could easily find it? I am a smart man. I knew you would find this journal. I knew you would behave like idiots and not think twice about giving the flower to the prince. I knew this and was thus content in my death. If you'd like to know, the real cure would be to leave it. All others given these two poisons together tried to stop them by adding more substances to the body, but if it was just allowed to stay, both substances will eventually leave the person. You believed me stupid, but you are the stupid ones! Ha! Get that into your stuck up elvish heads, would you?

Elrond shook his head.

"I guess it is safe to assume that the flower was not the cure, but we cannot assume that leaving it alone is the cure, either. He might be lying again."

Thranduil sighed in exasperation, going to sit on the bed next to his son, who had fallen into a light sleep, his eyes closed in an unnatural slumber. Thranduil gently touched his son's hair.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" he said, looking up at the Noldo with an almost pleading look in his eyes. "I'm tired of thinking about this. I just want him to be okay, and then I want to rest."

Elrond's eyes softened as he saw the emotional exhaustion in Thranduil's posture and eyes. They had all been through a lot, but

Thranduil's worry and pain for his son had been even deeper and stronger than theirs.

"We should try them," said Elrond, putting his hand on Thranduil's in friendly support. "We can put the two together and just leave them alone, and we'll see what happens."

Thranduil nodded.

"Alright," he said quietly. He felt so tired, and this entire thing hadn't even happened to him. He could barely imagine how tired Legolas must be.

With a final look at his son's peaceful face, he stood, once again the composed King of Eryn Lasgalen.

"How are we going to get the two? The poison that connects with the sphere, and the Denetinei?"

"Sphere?" said Galadriel, and Thranduil nodded, bringing out the sphere from his robes. It was glowing much brighter than before.

Galadriel took it in her long fingers, staring at it.

"We have some of the substance you are looking for," she said, giving the sphere back to Thranduil. "We use a similar system between families and soldiers, the soldiers get a sphere and each family gets one as well. A tiny bit of the substance is put in their bodies, so they can communicate no matter how much distance is between them."

She paused.

"Do you use a similar system? Is that why you have one?"

"No. This was used by Legolas's captor to torture him. Galadriel, I think you need to see something," said Thranduil.

"May I join as well?" Elrond said, and Thranduil nodded.

As the three joined hands and created a small triangle, closing their eyes, Celeborn called in a servant and asked them to go get some of the poison.

The three rulers of the Elven realms began to glow a blue-green color, which started at Thranduil and slowly began to reach out to the other two.

Elrond's forehead creased, creating a pained expression on his usually peaceful face. Galadriel had tears running unconsciously down her cheeks, and after a few minutes, Thranduil's eyes snapped open and the connection was broken.

The light was immediately extinguished, and their hands dropped limply to their sides. Celeborn was immediately at his wife's side as she fell to her knees, hand over her mouth.

"Galadriel!" he said, grabbing her forearms and shaking her gently. "Are you alright?"

Galadriel shook her head vigorously, staring at Legolas with newfound horror, having seen what Cyras had done to him giving her a whole new perspective on the prince's condition.

Elrond had managed to stay standing, and there was deep sadness etched on his face as he, too, looked at Legolas. Then he turned back to Thranduil.

Thranduil's eyes were glazed, and he did not seem aware of anything going on around him. He stared into the empty air before him, seemingly in another world.

His eyes fluttered closed.

"Thranduil!" Elrond exclaimed, barely managing to catch the Elvenking before he toppled to the ground. "Thranduil, what's wrong?"

Thranduil did not stir, and Elrond lowered both of them to the ground, immediately beginning to check his pulse, his temperature, and other things to make sure they were normal.

Elrohir also rushed over, assisting his father silently. The rest group watched in near awe at how quickly and efficiently the examination was done.

"Normal pulse," said Elrond, looking up at his son briefly before continuing his examination.

"Normal blood pressure," said Elrohir.

"Normal temperature."

"Normal breathing."

"He's merely exhausted," they both said at the same time to the rest of the group. "He will awaken as soon as his body has recovered sufficiently."

Everyone stared at the pair, who looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"And that's how you know who trained me," said Elrohir between chuckles. He made to pick up Thranduil to bring him and put him on the bed, but Elrond had beat him to it.

As Elrond placed the king next to the sleeping prince gently, and Thranduil immediately rolled over, feeling his son's warmth beside him, and put his arms around Legolas, pulling his son's back to his chest as if to make sure he couldn't go anywhere. Elrond grinned, looking knowingly at Gimli, Aragorn, Glorfindel, and the twins.

"We all know it ended last time he did that," he said, and they all smiled back, and the twins chuckled at the memory.

Thranduil shifted, holding Legolas closer to him. His eyes opened a slit, and they were watery and blurred.

"All I have left…" he murmured in Legolas's ear, and the group immediately saddened. "Don't leave me…"

Legolas unconsciously leaned into his father at these words, taking Thranduil's arms and holding them tightly. Thranduil gave a small smile before his eyes closed again and he slept.

"You cannot leave us, Legolas," said Elrond, putting his hand so it was resting gently on the blonde's hair. "You're all your Ada has left. If we lose you, we will lose him as well."

A servant scurried up the stairs, holding a small bottle. He immediately went over to Galadriel and handed it to her, appearing shocked at the tear trails on her cheeks.

"Are you alright, my lady?" he said, looking concerned.

"I'm fine, Eruantion. Thank you," said Galadriel, standing and wiping the water from her face.

The servant still looked unsure.

"What is the other thing you need?" said Galadriel, looking at Elrond.

"Denetinei," said Elrond. "It's pretty rare, though it is sometimes used in healing."

"Eruantion, can you go see if the healers have any?" said Galadriel.

"Of course, my lady," said Eruantion, walking quickly out of the flet and down the steps.

"What the…?" came a voice laced with fatigue. The group turned to Thranduil, who had woken up and was now rubbing his eyes, lying on his back.

"Thranduil," said Elrond. "You're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Tired," was the simple answer, and Elrond nodded.

"We just need to get some Denetinei, and we've already sent someone to go see if the healers have any."

"Okay," said Thranduil. He made to sit up, but Legolas still had a vice grip on his arms, and when he tried to pull away, it tightened.

Legolas's eyes opened.

"Do not leave me," he said, looking at his father with pleading eyes. "You're all I have left, too."

Thranduil smiled and lay back down again, going back to his original position. He buried his face in Legolas's neck.

"I won't go anywhere," he said. "I promise. Go back to sleep, ion-nin."

Legolas obeyed, his eyes closing and his breathing immediately deepening. Getting his memories back had really worn him out, because he had to go through almost everything that had happened in his life again.

Thranduil pulled his son closer to him, reveling in his warmth. Usually he would savor these moments, for they were few and far between, but it was getting extremely awkward to be stared at.

"Could you guys please stop staring?" he mumbled. "Don't you have better things to do than watch us? It feels really awkward."

The group laughed and immediately began to talk amongst themselves, still sending glances at the royal family of Eryn Lasgalen occasionally, but it was much better than their open stares.

A few minutes later, Eruantion reappeared, holding a vile in one hand. He brought it to Galadriel, who thanked him and sent him away.

"Galadriel and I have agreed to do this out near the middle of the uninhabited part of the forest, to avoid drawing attention to the scene. Legolas, Estel, Elladan, Elrohir, and Gimli should stay here, so we can keep the party as small as possible," said Elrond, and, though disappointed, the named people nodded their acceptance.

"Legolas," Thranduil whispered, and Legolas opened his eyes slowly, turning to look at his father.

"I need to go. I'll be back soon," said Thranduil. Legolas shook his head.

"Don't. Don't go."

"I have to, ion-nin. But I will come back very quickly, I promise."

Legolas sighed and let go of his father's arms, and Thranduil stood, smiling at the prince, who was well on the way to sleep once more.

He kissed Legolas's forehead before joining Glorfindel, Celeborn, Galadriel, and Elrond where they were getting ready to leave.

It took about an hour to walk to the place that Galadriel and Elrond had agreed upon. It was a small clearing, and they walked to the center of it.

"Alright. I can pour in the Denetinei, and Thranduil can pour in the other poison. Then, as fast as possible, we'll get to the outside of the clearing, so we don't get hurt, okay?" said Elrond, and everyone nodded. Everyone but Elrond and Thranduil went to the edge of the clearing.

"Ready?" said Elrond, handing Thranduil one of the bottles and opening the one that was left.

"Ready," said Thranduil. "I'll pour mine first, because this poison was given to Legolas before the Denetinei."

Not waiting for a response, he poured all of the contents of the bottle onto the ground and immediately backed up quickly. Elrond waited about a minute, to show the time difference between Legolas receiving each of the poisons, and then he poured his in as well, immediately turning and running to the rest of the group as it began to sizzle and move.

It took a few minutes, but eventually the sounds stopped. The two poisons had made a hole about three feet in diameter on the ground. Elrond cautiously approached the hole, and he cried out in joy when he found it had stopped and the two substances were nowhere to be seen.

"It worked!" said Thranduil, feeling the urgent need to hug someone, so he threw himself at Glorfindel and Elrond and embraced them.

Glorfindel was taken completely off guard at the embrace suddenly thrown at him by the Elvenking, who he had never had more than a professional relationship with. However, the king's enthusiasm was contagious, and he found himself laughing and returning the hug, both to Thranduil and Elrond, who was also overjoyed.

Galadriel and Celeborn watched with smiles as the three, in a hug started by Thranduil, began to jump and down in excitement like elflings. When they finally calmed down, they each turned a deep scarlet, realizing they had an audience.

Walking back, the three were still talking excitedly, and when they arrived back in the flet with triumphant smiles on their faces, the twins, Aragorn, and Gimli let out little cheers.

Legolas, woken up by the sudden noise, sat up, looking around. Thranduil rushed over to him, hugging him tightly.

"You're going to be alright, Legolas!" he said joyously. "We don't even have to do anything! You're going to be alright!"

"Ada…I can't…breathe…" said Legolas, and the rest of the group laughed as Thranduil drew back and laughed as Legolas tried to catch his breath.

He was going to be alright.

A/N: Awwww…this story is coming to a close. Only the epilogue is left.

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