Thranduil left his daughter's room once she was indeed asleep. He had placed her in the bed before heading down the hall. A couple of hours had passed and he was worried about his older child. He soon came across Chimone, who was apparently heading towards his position.

"Any news of Legolas and Elrohir?" he asked her.

"Yes. Legolas and Elrohir arrived about an hour ago along with the guards you sent out. They were immediately taken to their rooms. Both of them were injured and the healers began to take care of them. Elrohir was unconscious and Legolas had many bruises over his body," explained Chimone.

"Where is Legolas now? In his room?" Thranduil asked her, almost sounding desperate.

"Yes, he is," Chimone barely managed to get out before Thranduil hurried down the hall to Legolas' room.

Thranduil reached his son's room just as the healer walked out of it. The healer was surprised to see the king there. He gasped as he stared at the king.

"How is he?" the king demanded to know.

"He is doing fine. He will live. His injuries were not serious. Elrohir has recently awaken from the head injury he suffered. Elladan was the worst out of the four. We managed to get the dagger out and stop the bleeding before it became worse. We were lucky to catch it when we did. If he had come to us a few hours later, we wouldn't have been as successful. He would have died from his injuries," the healer told him.

Thranduil sighed once he heard that. He was more than relieved to hear that the four were going to be fine.

"I would like to see my son," Thranduil said.

The healer nodded and stepped out of the king's way. Thranduil began to step through the door but the healer placed a hand on his shoulder. Thranduil was slightly confused.

"I simply want to warn you. It will not be a pretty sight," was all the elf said before leaving.

Thranduil watched the elf head down the hall. He walked into the room to look at Legolas lying on the bed. He could slightly see the bruises on his son's body through the sheets.

"Oh Legolas. What happened out there? But I have a feeling that I don't want to know," Thranduil sighed.

"You're right," came a quiet voice.

Thranduil noticed it came from the bed. He looked to see that Legolas was awake and looking at him. Thranduil placed a hand on his son's arm.

"About what?" he wanted to make sure.

"About not wanting to know what happened out there. I'm not sure what your reaction would be if I told you. I know it would not be nice," Legolas replied.

"Are you willing to tell me what happened?" asked Thranduil.

Legolas sighed as he stared at his father.

"I will tell you and I have one small request," Legolas replied.

"And what is that?" wondered the king.

"Don't be mad at Nanaylia once I tell you. She's not to blame," Legolas said.

"I could never be mad at her, even if it was her idea. It's not like you wandered outside the kingdom or headed into the direction of the 'Dark Forest' or anything like that. All you were doing was having some innocent fun," Thranduil said with a smile. "Now please tell me what happened."

The king listened to his son as he relayed the story to his father. Thranduil's feeling of joy was turning to anger as he was hearing what nearly happened to his children and the twins.

"I don't believe it. They will pay for what they've done," Thranduil quietly said.

"Their leader is a man by the name of Althar. He's the one I was telling you about. He attacked all of us but I think he didn't get away from the group when the guards came," Legolas whispered.

"He didn't. He's down in the dungeon as we speak. He and the others we captured will be severely punished for what they've done to you. Particularly this Althar that you speak of," Thranduil told him before standing up. "Of course, I will have to tell Elrond about what happened here. He's not going to be too happy about it. He'll probably want to hurt me or the ones who did this."

Legolas gave a small laugh as he tried to climb to a sitting position. He was soon leaning against the headboard as he looked around his room.

"That is possible but he should be glad that they're safe after this little 'excursion'," Legolas said with a knowing smile.

"Yes he should be. I suppose Arwen is happy they returned as well. She also told me that she had a bad feeling the entire time the four of you were out. She even warned you about going on this venture but none of you listened," Thranduil said to Legolas.

Legolas put on a sheepish look as his father stared him down.

"I can explain..." he started but Thranduil stopped him.

"It is alright. You don't have to explain a thing. Whenever the four of you get the idea of one of these wars in your heads, there's no stopping you until you and your sister are victorious," Thranduil said.

Legolas was surprised at his father's reaction and answer.

"You think I don't keep track of these things? You and your sister have basically outdone the sons of Elrond every single time. It is funny to see all of you in those positions like that but remember that you have not been outdone yet by them. Be prepared for the day that you are. Both of you will be unused to the feeling of defeat," Thranduil told him with a smile.

Legolas laughed as his father stood up.

"Now, you should rest. It has been a long day," he said before leaving the room.

Legolas sighed as he laid back down in the bed. He was about to go to sleep when he heard a soft knock on his door. He called to whoever was at the door and the elf walked inside. Legolas was a bit surprised as the elf walked over to his bed.

"Never expected to see you here now," he told her with a smile.

"You should know me by now," she replied as she sat next to him. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm better than what I was. I just hope that Elladan is going to be alright," he replied.

"You are not the only one," she said. "After what I've been through, I really don't want to see one of us actually die."

00000

Elrohir walked into the room that his brother was in and looked over to the bed to see Elladan sleeping peacefully in it.

"Oh Elladan, the things we get for a little fun," Elrohir sighed as he walked over to the bed.

He glanced over the areas where the wounds were on his brother's body. He sighed as he thought about what happened. He watched his brother's gentle breathing.

"It will never be the same anymore. I just hope our father will not be angry with Thranduil for letting us do that but I don't think he will be," Elrohir said. "Now that I know you're fine, I think I shall go check on Nanaylia and Legolas."

He stood up and walked out of the room. He headed towards Nanaylia's room and gently knocked on the door.

"Nanaylia, I would like to come in for a moment," Elrohir called in to her.

When he didn't hear anything, he became slightly worried. With her brother injured, Elrohir figured that Nanaylia would not rest much. He noticed almost immediately that the door was not quite closed so he opened it and looked inside to find no one in there. He gasped before heading down the hall to find the king.

Thranduil hurried towards Legolas's room. After Elrohir had told him that his daughter was not in her room, he decided that the first place he look was her brother's room. He opened the door to reveal Legolas sleeping in bed with Nanaylia sitting on the floor, her upper body draped on the side of the bed. She was obviously asleep.

"There she is and she fell asleep next to him. We will leave her there tonight. She still misses her brother, even years after their reunion," Thranduil quietly said to Elrohir.

The king led the younger elf away from the room and they headed to join Celeborn, Galadriel, Haldir and Arwen in another room.

"How are they?" wondered Galadriel as she stared at Thranduil.

"They'll be fine," replied Thranduil. "They'll be fine."

TBC...