I am currently in the process of writing a sequel, but here is the official last chapter of 'Amnesia'
Legolas smiled as he leaned on the rail of his balcony. He was finally home, and whole. His father had surprised him several times during the day. First had been the effusive greeting at his arrival. He had partly feared his father's reaction, but by Thranduil's appearance he had been the anxious one, worried about Legolas and his reaction. After that the king had informed him about his informal adoption of Elorien. Legolas had been slightly jealous at first, but had then realized how much his father had needed comfort having gained and lost his son in so short a time. He liked the other elf and was glad to call him gwador.
The last reason was that Thranduil had insisted upon sitting him through the night. The king was even now sitting in a chair beside his bed, allowing him a few minutes of privacy to enjoy the beautiful night he had missed so long, since in his opinion, there was nothing better than the stars over Mirkwood as viewed from the balcony. As ridiculous as some people might consider it, this was his home and there was no place like it, no matter how beautiful.
Turning his head slightly, he was able to see Aragorn, also looking out into the night. The man nodded but did not break the calm silence. Legolas nodded back and re-entered his room.
"Did I tell you how glad I am to be home, Ada?" He asked.
Thranduil smiled. "Only a million times. And I am glad."
Legolas gave his father a warm hug as he had many times since his arrival. Thranduil held him tightly in return and dropped a kiss on his forehead. "I love you, Ada," Legolas murmured and felt Thranduil stiffen.
"Do you know how long I have waited for those words, ion nin? I love you and always will." He sank back into the chair he had risen from and pulled Legolas onto his lap like an elfling. "How about you sleep here, tonight, nin hen? Like you did before she died. I remember you falling asleep in my arms many nights and have heartily regretted my words to you many times."
The younger elf smiled. "Yes, please, Ada. Nowhere could be more comfortable."
Settling him better, the king snagged a blanket from the bed and tucked it around both of them. "Good night, my son, and sweet dreams."