As soon as father and son entered the palace, the formal pretence disappeared. They both embraced each other, Legolas, fine warrior though he was, struggling to keep his emotions inside – he was so happy, he could cry! When they reluctantly drew apart, Thranduil ordered a hand-maiden to bring some light refreshments into his study. She left for the kitchens, whilst Legolas and Thranduil went to the study for some privacy, to catch up on the years missed.

Meanwhile, outside, the crowd had yet to disperse. Someone had started to play they flute, and another was strumming gently at a banjo. On hearing this, Legolas smiled. He had forgotten the simple pleasure one could get from music. Thranduil noticed this.

'You have more respect from the people of Mirkwood than I do, my son.'

'Nay, father, they are just excited. Speaking of Mirkwood, is there any news that I should know about? Orc patrols, and that kind of thing?'

'You know that Mirkwood has always had a periphery guard. With regards to the Orcs, a second guard has been set up. It is just a small patrol, for reassurance to the people rather than necessity.'

'So nothing major has happened whilst I was away?'

'Nothing that could compare to the deeds that you have done, anyway.'

At this comment, Legolas flushed with pride. 'It was my duty.'

Thranduil laughed at this, mistaking his blush for one of embarrassment. 'All of Mirkwood rejoices at your arrival. That reminds me! If you are that eager for news, another family of elves has set itself up just within the borders of Mirkwood. There is only the three of them – mother, father and daughter.' Thranduil gave his son a sly grin '..and the parents have been out of town for a few weeks. Maybe someone should check upon the girl?'

Legolas laughed heartily at this suggestion. 'I haven't been here five minutes and you try to set me up!'

'Well, you refuse to do it for yourself.'

'I decline to comment on that. So for how long will these festivities be going on for?'

'About a week.'

Legolas stood up. 'If you will excuse me father, I am weary of travel and in need of a good rest… His words were cut short when Thranduil said 'aye, and in need of a good bath.'

Legolas grinned. 'I assume that I am dismissed?' He was halfway out the door by now.

'Of course. You do not need to ask for permission to do anything in your own home, you should know that.' As Legolas left, Thranduil sat, reflecting on why his only son had become so closed and emotionless.