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I am so sorry for not having updated sooner I was in a vacation but now I'm back! YAY! Anyway so here is a new chapter I hope you all like it, please leave comments with suggestions or anything you would like to tell me but please go easy on me its my first ThranduilxBilbo story. Love to you all, hope you like it please follow and review. Enjoy.

Chapter 6

Legolas was conflicted, he knew his father more than anyone else, he had seen King Thranduil without his façade, he knew when his eyes betrayed him and reflected what he was feeling. He had seen a glim of fear and hope when the name of one of the company was mentioned by the Dwarf Prince, Legolas did not know who that person was, once he had gotten the dwarf settled into one of the tents he asked. Apparently the name Bilbo Baggings belonged to a Hobbit who had traveled with the company of the dwarves to be their burglar. Kili, is the name of the dwarf, told him about the act of bravery the Halfling did, he told Legolas how Bilbo had given the Arkenstone to the Bowman Bard in an attempt to prevent a war from happening. He was practically the reason why Men, Elves, and Dwarf united forces against a common foe, a small and very brave hobbit. However, that did not explain the interest his Father has in Bilbo, surveying the scene around him, Legolas made sure everything was being taken care of before going to look for King Thranduil.

-"Prince Legolas"- Legolas stopped and turned around with a bring smile upon his face, it was Lord Elrond who had called him.

-"Lord Elrond what a pleasure to see you here, I suspect it was Mithrandir who send word to you about our situation?"- Legolas said with an amused smile gripping Lord Elrond's forearm.

-"Indeed, I must say your situation is much worse then I suspected"- his expression grim as he looked at all the injured and the many more who passed away.

-"I thank you for your help my Lord, as well as those of your elves"- Legolas bowed his head showing his thanks.

-"Thank me not Prince Legolas, my help will always be offered and given to those in need"- Lord Elrond looked at Legolas for a few moments –"Have you paid a visit to your Father since the end of the battle?'- Legolas looked at him strangely, clearly confused by the question.

-"I was on my way to look for him'- Lord Elrond nodded and started walking in the direction Legolas had been headed indicating with a tilt of his head that he wanted Legolas to follow.

-"What has your Father told you of second chances?"- Legolas looked at Lord Elrond but he was staring straight ahead, not looking at him.

-"He told me how rare is for an Elf to receive the blessing of a second opportunity at love. He explained how it was the duty of the Elf to cherish them"- He said frowning, gaze far away as he remembered his Father telling him that when he was still an elfling. –"There is meaning behind the question my Lord, may I know what is it?"-

-"How would you feel if it was King Thranduil who has been blessed?"- Lord Elrond stopped in front of a tent, a secret smile adorning his features, -"I will see were else my help is required, farewell Prince Legolas"- and with a small bow he turned around leaving Legolas to stare at his back wondering about the conversation they just had, shaking his head Legolas entered the tent only to stop at the sight. Thranduil was knelt beside the cot, his body blocking the view of however was laying in it. He was putting what seemed to be a wet towel on their forehead, whispering sweet nonsense in elvish, inclining his head slightly to the right all Legolas could see was a patch of light brown hair.

-"Father"- Legolas called letting his father know he was there. Thranduil stop what he was doing and glanced behind him, a smile on his lips as he stood up and walked over to him, taking his son in his arms and looking him over.

-"You did a splendid work, my son"- To say Legolas was surprise was an understatement, his father was kind and caring with him but since he was just an elfling he hadn't shown his love for him openly like he did now. A small groan from behind them made Thranduil turn and immediately knelt beside the cot making shushing noises, Legolas walked over to the cot kneeling beside his father. His attention was immediately caught by the creature laying in it, he had delicate features but was obviously male, he had light brown hair, pointy ears, and tiny.

-"He is Bilbo Baggings of the Shire, a Hobbit"- His father said as way of explanation, his eyes never leaving the little one's form. – "He received a blow to his head leaving him with a small concussion but he fell into a Fever Sleep as a result"- It didn't took long for Legolas to put the pieces together, connecting what Lord Elrond told him with his father current actions.

-"You have received a second name to bear. Master Baggings is your new love"- it wasn't phrased as a question, yet Thranduil nodded his fingers intertwined in Bilbo's hair. –"I am glad for you Father"- Legolas said sincerely looking at his Father, he saw the relief pass through his eyes, the tension immediately leaving his shoulders, it was then that Legolas noticed how much his father already cared for this small creature and how much he feared that Bilbo would not be accepted by his son. Thranduil had a small loving smile on his lips as he looked at Bilbo, Legolas couldn't help but chuckle at the scene.

-"Are you going to tell him when he wakes up?"- Legolas asked sitting back and letting his Father take care of the Halfling, he had never seen him direct his attention to anyone else but him. It was an unusual thing to witness but not unwelcome if someone deserved a second chance it was his Father.

-"I will wait until he is capable of handling such news, I do not wish to scare him away"- Thranduil look over at his son. –"I will accept which ever his decision might be"- There was uncertainly and fear in his eyes, however as quickly as it had come it was gone. –"I do not wish to make him chose between me and – however else he might have in mind"- Legolas frowned.

-"You think he might already love another?"- Thranduil signed and bowed his head, -"Who could he possibly love?"-

-"Thorin Oakenshield"- He said simply, his eyes were still on Bilbo yet far away, as if he were remembering a past event. –"When Bilbo give the Arkenstone to Bard, the way he spoke so dearly of Oakenshield give of the impression that he cared about the dwarf as more than a friend in the company"- Thranduil signed shaking his head as if to clear away his thoughts. –"For now I will keep him here and take care of him for as long as he stays this way. I do not want the dwarves to find out where he is just yet, what Bilbo did is considered treason after all."-

Legolas looked down at the hobbit laying down in the cot, so pale and still one might think he's sleeping if you ignore the small whimpers escaping his lips. Such a small creature, so fragile and gentle looking, Legolas hoped he would correspond to his Father's feelings, it just what he needs a person to take care of, someone he can love and cherish, but if Bilbo were to reject him. Legolas feared his Father would fall into a great depression from which he would not be able to help. He did not wish to see his father like that again and worse this time, Thranduil already suffered too much with the death of his wife another lose like that would destroy him.

-"How many of our elves perished?"- Legolas startle at the voice of his Father distracted with his thoughts.

-"To many to count, all the bodies are being kept separate from the rest until we can give them a proper burial"- Legolas said quietly, his voice mournful.

-"Tell our kin we will say our final farewell to those who perished tonight, we will give them a more proper ceremony once we are in the palace"- Thranduil said looking at him.

-"Yes Ada"- Legolas stood up bowed and left the tent leaving Thranduil to his thoughts. He feared his son's reaction when he found out about Bilbo, yet his Son had taken it rather well reliving some of the worry off his shoulders. However the most important thing, of whether or not Bilbo would accept him, still reminded a mystery. Thranduil would need to leave soon, his presence was needed in the burial of those who perished, leaning in he kissed Bilbo's forehead softly one of his hands stroking his cheek gently. He stood up and made his way over to the back of the tent making himself presentable, just as he was wondering who could watch over Bilbo in his absence an elf called him from outside, letting him in Thranduil saw it was Nestor.

Bowing he addressed the King -"My Lord, Prince Legolas send me, he said you might need my assistance, are you injured My Lord?"- It was then that his eyes fell upon the form of the hobbit in the cot, his eyes widening slightly as he went to his side and inspected the bandages. –"I believe it's him the one in need of my assistance"- He said with a small smile as he looked up at Thranduil, the King nodded appreciating his son's actions in sending Nestor to take care over the hobbit, that made a though come to mind.

-"Why did you stay? I thought I had made it clear that all shall leave back to Mirkwood"- It wasn't said in anger just a hint of exasperation at not having his orders followed and curiously.

-"Nindir told me to stay he said my help would be needed here"- Nestor responded but his attention was somewhere else, in someone else, a hobbit actually. Thranduil watched as Nestor laid a hand over Bilbo's forehead and muttered some words that's even with his hearing Thranduil couldn't hear. A light blue light surrounded Bilbo before fading, Nestor then looked back up at him.

-"He will wake up soon My Lord, but there is a possibility that he might have memory lost for a while. He will remember with time, he is a strong Hobbit this would kill any other mortal"- Thranduil could only stare at Nestor in shock before regaining his senses and clearing his expression. Thranduil was torn between feeling relieved and heartbreak, in one hand Bilbo was going to wake up soon on the other he might not remember Thranduil at all.