Title: Lost and Find Rating: pg-13 Genre: Angst/Drama Summary: Legolas has kids. Iam one of them. Fwah!

Chapter Four The Halls of Mirkwood
Kalathrien and I were led through giant doors built into a rock face. Torches flickered around us and the whole room had a comforting air about it. The guards who had found us led us into an elaborate throne room. At the end of a red carpet was an ornate carved throne. Sitting upon it was a fair elf-king. My sister and I were nudged in the back to bow.

"Welcome, travelers. I am Thranduil. What brings thee to my home?" the pale king asked Kalathrien and myself.

I poked Kalathrien in the back. She stumbled.

"Er. Please you Highness. We are merely travelers, in search of our past." said she, bowing again courteously.

The Elven King looked us over.

"I believe I can help you." said the king. Thranduil called for a seer. The slender Elven woman brought with her; bones and cards. "I am Latharwen." she introduced herself. She turned to me. "You seek a father. As does she," she pointed to Kalathrien. "but you fear you cannot go on without someone to guide you. Allow me to read you and you're sister, and perhaps I can find what you are searching for." I nodded, looking over at my sister. She agreed. Latharwen took both our hands in her's and closed her eyes, concentrating. Several moments passed before she released our hands and spoke. "Lord Thranduil, these two are you're kin." she said mistily. "Children of you're son, Legolas."

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(AN: You knew that was coming.") King Thranduil looked at us in awe. He searched our faces for some sign of our heritage. We were still young, still growing and maturing, but the resemblance was there. "I have no memory of my son wedding. Tell me Seer, who is their mother?" Thranduil inquired anxiously. `Latharwen shut her eyes once more, delving into our minds and our souls, seeking an answer. "Their mother is none other than Lady Arwen Udomiel of Imladris."

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(AN: Dun dun dun!)

If possible, King Thranduil looked even more surprised. He finally came out of his trancelike state and motioned for one of the many elves standing in wait for the King's orders. Thranduil whispered something to the elf, and he ran off to do the King's bidding.

"Come my Grandchildren. Let us walk in the forest and talk. We have much to discuss."

"As you wish, you're Highness." Kalathrien agreed.

"Please, call me Grandfather." he corrected. Kalathrien nodded and took the arm that "Grandfather" held out for her. I walked on his other side.

Once in the woods, Grandfather inquired about our memories.

"How much do you remember? About you're pasts?"

"Not a lot. We remember a fire, and running. Some kind of magick." I said.

Grandfather led us into a clearing, I became a little uneasy.

"This is where we conduct all our rituals and feastings. Weddings, baptisms. The river is just over there." he pointed off into the woods.

Suddenly, I heard a twig snap. All three of us turned to see what it was. That was when we saw him.

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It was a handsome blonde elf. He came tward us, as light on his feet as a cat.

"Children, I would like you to meet you're father. Legolas." Grandfather said proudly.

"Mae govannen Kalathrien. Vendui Celedir." he greeted.

Kalathrien stumbled forward and embraced our father. "Celedir?" he said after Kalathrien had finally pulled away. He held out his arms to me. I promptly burst into tears.

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