Later that evening:

"My Thoron, your eating everything in site," said Lord Elrond.

Thoron didn't even look up as he stuffed his face with all of the food he could. Upon arriving in Rivendell with Estel, Elladan, and Elrohir, Thoron was treated to Rivendell's finest hospitality, from a nice warm bath, to clean clothes, to what seemed like the world's largest dinner. Elrond could only stare at his guest. There was something about Thoron that gave the aura that he was something much much more than he claimed to be. After a bath and clean clothes, he looked like a totally different elf than what walked into Rivendell a few hours beforehand. There was a part of Elrond that was screaming at him the true identity of the elf in his home, but he couldn't reach it, it felt blocked by something. He would have to ponder upon it later.

Elrond looked across the table at his sons. They couldn't help but to stare at the mysterious elf. Elladan and Elrohir had a look of recognition on their faces, but like their father, they couldn't place a name to the face. And Estel couldn't understand why there was a look of recognition on his family's faces the elf had never passed through Rivendell before; the elf was a total stranger to Estel. It was in Estel's nature to make friends with any stranger who came to Rivendell, this elf was no different.

"Thoron," asked Estel, "where did you come from?"

At that, Thoron dropped his fork. This Estel never gave up. He thought for a minute. There was no harm in telling this family about his past twelve years, from where his memory begins.

"I don't know where I came from, and I don't know who I was before waking up in Rohan twelve years ago," started Thoron. "My memory begins on a cold autumn night. I woke up to a woman singing a song. I tried moving but she held me back. I was frightened; I had no memory of falling asleep. The woman seemed to know that, for she eased me back into a deep slumber. I woke up two days later with the shock that all of my memories were gone. The woman and her husband proceeded to tell me that I was found not to far from their home in a puddle of mud, with all of my possessions next to me, and that I was an elf and they were human. There were horse tracks so they assumed that I had fallen off of my horse."

Estel gasped at that. It was unheard of for an elf to fall of a horse. Elrond gave him a look that said knock it off.

"Continue Thoron," Elrond replied while looking at his sons.

"I didn't even know my own name. The man gave me his grandfather's name to go by until my memory returned. It hasn't yet. I stayed with them for a year recovering and doing odd and end jobs for them. It was a good life, I was given food, shelter, and the woman made the most comfortable clothes. After I had recovered fully I left them not knowing where I was going. I soon found myself in Gondor, where I worked as a guard for eleven years to the Steward. I never knew what was happening in the outside world. I never recovered my memories. One day I said I had it, and left Gondor and the next thing I knew I had Estel on top of me, and it was the first time in my memories that I saw someone of my race," he ended with a small grin looking at Elladan, or was it Elrohir?

Estel giggled, and got a look from Elrohir that could kill someone. He quickly shut his mouth.

"That must be some lonely existence, Thoron," said Elladan, speaking for the four of them.

"It is," the elf replied, with the start of tears in his eyes. "I want to know who I am! It hurts inside to know that once upon a time I probably had a home with loving parents."

That did it. For now the tears were pouring down Thoron's eyes. Elrond stood up to go comfort him. "There, there, we'll help you," he said gently, "Let's get you into bed and we can start in the morning."

Elrond led Thoron into a guestroom where he helped him get into bed. "You'll help me, right, Lord Elrond?" Thoron asked quietly as Elrond pulled the covers up. Elrond got to stare into the elf's bright ice-blue eyes for the first time, "Yes, I will," he paused, for now he knew who the elf was, and where he had seen him before. It took one small look into the elf's eyes to realize why Thoron looked so familiar.

"Legolas, everyone thought you dead," he whispered, but the young elf was sound asleep.

Elrond walked out of the room and shut the door. He knew that Legolas's father had given up looking for him two years ago, but Thranduil never lost hope that one day his little elfling would walk into his arms again. Elrond had to give Thranduil that chance, he couldn't even imagine not seeing any of his children for twelve years. He had no knowledge of why Legolas left twelve years ago, but he knew that Thranduil needed to see his son alive and well. He went to go write to the Royal House of Mirkwood telling them of the good news.

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