Five days later

Lord Elrond stood in the room which held Thoron, who currently was unconscious, never regaining consciousness since collapsing on the archery field. He never finished the letter to Thranduil, something told him not to. But what that was, he did not know. His only concern at the present was to send a long-lost son back to his father unharmed in one piece. At that certain moment, that was looking very grim. The prince had not moved even a finger in five days, ever since he whispered, "Ada." Very surprising to Elrond to say the least. It was a small step in the right direction for the young elf. Somehow, someway, some miracle, the part of Thoron that was Prince Legolas Thranduilion, remembered his father, and "saw" him through the bond that only a father and son could share.

Elrond turned away from the unconscious prince to turn towards the prince's quiver and arrows that his son's had recovered from the archery field the day that Legolas collapsed. It troubled Elrond still, that Legolas, or Thoron, as he was called now, never asked anyone about the markings on the quiver and arrows. They were clear to any elf what the symbols meant, that the owner of the mechanism was a member of the Royal House of Mirkwood. He wondered if humans knew that as well, and if they did, why didn't they tell Legolas? Is it because he never asked, and if that was the case, why? There were so many questions at the forefront of the Elf Lord's mind at that moment, it was unbelievable.

"Ada?" a voice came from behind Elrond, snapping him out of his reverie.

Elrond turned around to see Estel, with Elladan and Elrohir standing behind him, looking grim and depressed.

"What's wrong Estel?" Elrond asked.

Estel turned around to look at his brothers. A mutual agreement was made at that point for Elladan to be the speaker, as he was the oldest.

"Ada," Elladan began, "Thoron looks so familiar to us, yet we can't place where we know him from."

Elrond smiled to himself despite the seriousness of the situation. He, the Lord of Rivendell stood there corrected, over something so simplistic, yet humorous. He thought all elves recognized the symbols of the Royal House of Mirkwood, he didn't have to look far to see that he was wrong.

"Elladan, Elrohir, you don't recognize your old friend, the Prince of Mirkwood?" Elrond asked.

If mouths could open up as wide as the ocean, they most certainly did then. It was shocking for the twins. They were best friends with Legolas for over a millennia, and for them not to recognize him was something of a shock. Their friend had left his home twelve years ago without a trace, and suddenly one day he showed up on their front door with no memory of who he is. It was astonishing. But the way he was when they first saw him, covered in dirt, his normally straight blond hair sticking up in all directions, and a look of confusion in his eye, deterred the twins from recognizing their friend.

Estel was shocked as well. He had heard numerous stories from his Ada and his brothers about their adventures with the Prince of Mirkwood and all of the trouble they had gotten themselves into. Estel had never met the prince, but here he was in front of him, just in what could be looked at as a disguise, in a way though thanks to this Estel had met the prince, just not the prince that the others in his family knew.

A sudden movement from the bed caught the family's eye at that point. All four members of Elrond's family turned away from each other just in time to see the Prince of Mirkwood's ice blue eyes open up.

"Ada!" the Prince screamed as he began to thrash around on the bed.

The twins ran over to see if they can restrain him. It wasn't easy trying to hold down an elf, especially as one as strong as the prince was.

"Ada, what's wrong with him?" Elrohir asked.

Elrond shrugged, as he ran out of the room to see if he could find something to sedate the prince with. He had two theories about what was wrong. One was that the part of the elf that was Legolas was fighting with the part of Thoron, the other was that Thranduil was near, making the bond come alive for the first time in twelve years.

As he ran towards the House of Healing, he didn't realize that Erestor fell into step next to him. "Elrond," Erestor began, "there is an envoy of elves approaching bearing the markings of the Royal House of Mirkwood."

Elrond froze in midair, so Thranduil was the cause. But now more questions arose, how come Thranduil was coming here without so much as a letter saying he was coming, and does he know that his son is here? He walked over the nearest window and got the shock of his life, the envoy was close enough now to see who was with it. The mighty King was on a stretcher being carried by four of his loyal guards, looking no better than his son. Elrond gasped as Erestor came to put his hand on Elrond's shoulder. No communication was needed between the two. Their new mission was to keep father and son separated, until the son was ready...

Im evil, leaving this on a cliffie, but what Thranduil is doing there will be explained in the next chapter. Thanks to everyone for reviewing!!!!!!!