This was the worst possible thing that any being who for the past twelve years had no clue what his name even was could have done; wandering the halls of Rivendell, trailed by the three sons of Elrond. Legolas was taking so many twists and turns that Elladan lost his sense of bearings a long time ago. He had no clue what was driving his recently returned friend, the only thing he knew was that Legolas was being driven by something, and that was leading him right to the House of Healing. Just then Legolas paused in front of one the closed doors, and pressed his left ear to the door.

"Morchaintirr, Rhaw, Camram, I'm afraid he doesn't have much time, you were right to bring him to me when he collapsed, but..." Lord Elrond said.

"You mean the King is dying?" Morchaintirr asked.

There was silence. Nothing needed to be said. All in the room knew what would happen if Thranduil should die. Mirkwood would be in chaos, with the loss of her King, and the presently unknown status of her Prince to the Mirkwood elves in the room.

"I wish I knew what Prince Legolas's status is," said Camram, "I'm afraid he, if he's still alive is Thranduil's last hope."

Legolas let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He had caused this? He didn't even realize that Elladan, Elrohir, and Estel had joined him against the door.

"I believe that that is true," replied a very solemn Elrond, "honestly I don't think that he'll survive the night."

That did it for Legolas, he couldn't take anymore. He pulled away from the door and ran in the direction that he came from, before he began to cry harder. That caused the twins to exchange a glance, if that was their father in there on the bed, they would have run in invited or not. They needed a straight answer from their friend and fast, before Mirkwood's King left Middle Earth to the Halls of Mandos.

Estel followed his brothers outside. They seemed to know exactly where to find the once missing Prince. He watched as Elrohir ran up to a tree and began to climb it, when he reached the lowest branch he helped Elladan up, he signaled for Estel to move closer. He did, and was pulled up by two sets of strong arms. When he began to protest, his mouth was covered by two hands from two separate elves. When the twins were sure that there wasn't going to be any more peeps from their brother, they released his mouth from its trap. Elladan put one finger over his mouth in the 'be quiet' symbol, and held out his ear to signify listen. At first Estel thought that there was nothing, then all of the sudden he heard it, a small but powerful sob, a cry of someone who has been hurt. Estel looked up and saw Legolas on a branch one tree down and about a three elf length up from the branch that he and his brothers were currently on.

Legolas had yet to notice them, so the brothers stayed quiet. The elf was looking like a ball of misery that desperately needed a hug, and he was talking to himself.

"I did it, I'm responsible. I was the one who abdicated, got disowned, and then rode my horse into a tree hoping for something bad to happen to me which did, why are things always my fault?"

Estel glanced at his brothers; it was Legolas's story of his life from the past twelve years in a nutshell. Now they knew why he had runaway, and how come he had lost his memory.

Elladan knew something had to be said to Legolas, Thranduil was literally running of of time, and his son, the one thing that could possibly help the King of Mirkwood was sitting in a branch wallowing in self-pity for the first time in twelve years, for the all the right reasons.

But it was the wrong reasons, all the wrong reasons. A son should be with his father. Father and son are probably the closest to one another then they had ever been in the past twelve years and there was a chance of losing the father forever if the son didn't come around. Something needed to be done now. As the seconds passed, Thranduil was getting closer and closer to the Halls of Mandos. Seeing that neither of his brothers were going to do anything, Elladan decided to do something.

"Legolas, Legolas, Legolas Thranduilion," Elladan whispered disguising his voice.

Elrohir and Estel quickly looked at their brother. Elladan shushed them.

"Who calls me?" Legolas responded weakly.

"Prince Legolas Greenleaf Thranduilion, why do you hide from your father?" Elladan asked, although already knowing the answer.

Legolas looked around the area, there was no one around. Failing to look down he replied, "I'm not worthy to be in his presence."

The brothers looked at one another, apparently the reawakening of Legolas had made the hurt go much deeper.

"Your father, your king, lies dying inside Rivendell, why don't you go to him?"

"I can't, I...I...I...won't." Legolas whispered.

"Cannot or will not?" asked Elladan.

"I...I...I...don't know."

Elladan looked at his brother's for support. He was stuck. Elrohir winked at him, and took over, disguising his voice exactly like his twin's.

"Legolas, you are a Prince of Mirkwood, the only Prince of Mirkwood, you've been away for so long, you belong with your people, but right now your father needs you, more than ever. Why don't you go to him?

"Legolas was quiet for a few moments. "He hates me, he doesn't love me anymore," Legolas said trying to convince himself more than anything that he wasnt wanted by the one person who loved him the most in the world.

Elrohir looked at his brothers for help which never came as Estel was staring at the prince ignoring his brother, and his twin shrugged him off. He was on his own. "How can a father hate his own child? Things are said that aren't meant."

There was nothing from Legolas; Elrohir seemed to have hit a cord. "My father disowned me." Legolas tried for one last desperate attempt.

That, bet Elrohir, was probably what hurt Legolas the most; not the fact that he abdicated, nor got into a fight with his father, it was that Thranduil had in anger said that he wasn't his son. Which any person who had seen Thranduil in the past twelve years knew that was false.

"Your father did it out of anger, young one. He didn't mean it. Go to him now, and see for yourself. You've been separated from those who love you for too long, go Legolas Thranduilion," replied Elrohir.

Legolas looked around again. Something changed in him at that moment; a new found confidence was sparked in him. He knew what he had to do. Legolas jumped down from the tree and ran back towards Rivendell.

The brothers looked at one another again. They had done it. They had finally gotten Legolas to go to his father. They just hoped they weren't too late...