Legolas ran back to Rivendell. He smiled to himself though. As he was running back to Rivendell, he saw 'the voice,' well voices in this case. He all too quickly found himself in front of the door where inside lay the King of Mirkwood, Legolas's father. He was afraid, for he had not seen his father since he had run from the throne room all those years ago. He just hoped he wasn't too late.

Legolas placed his right hand on the door and pushed it very slowly. He was hidden behind the door, in the shadows, so no one saw him. He stood there watching the elves swoon over his father. It was scary for a son to see his dying father; he couldn't believe how many were in the room. Lord Elrond for one, his father's guards, Rhaw, the head healer who had nursed Legolas himself back to health numerous times, while his loving father stayed with him until he was well, and many others others from both Rivendell and Mirkwood. More tears threatened to race down from his ice-blue eyes. His father had never stopped loving him, the twins were right, he realized now. What had he done?

"He not going to last much longer!" someone shouted, it sounded like Morchaintirr, his father's head guard.

There was a cough then a moan. "Your highness, are you okay?" a different person asked.

It was almost like silence as the once regal king weakly called out. "Ion-nin, where are you?"

It was all too much for Legolas to handle. His father was weakly thrashing about on the bed; it was like he knew that his son was very close. Legolas was now choked up on tears that were falling, it's now or never, he figured.

Legolas stepped into the entrance way and slowly walked into the room. As he got closer to his father a gasp went up in the room, and all movement stopped. Thranduil stopped thrashing as well as started looking around with a blank stare as if he knew that something was about to change in his life. As Legolas approached his father, all of the Mirkwood elves bowed respectfully for their newly found Prince. They didn't notice a very puzzled Lord Elrond Peredhil following the Prince with his eyes. Realizing that Legolas was Legolas again (he didn't know how it happened nor did he want to know), he signaled for everyone to leave the room, to give father and son some privacy.

Thranduil continued to blankly stare around the room never once lying eyes on his beloved son.

"Ada?" Legolas whispered.

There was no response that Thranduil had even heard him.

"Ada?" Legolas tried again.

That got Thranduil's attention. He blinked a few times and found the ice-blue eyes of his beloved son.

"Ion? Legolas? Is it you?" Thranduil said weakly.

"Ada," Legolas said again, it was the only thing he could say.

Legolas slowly knelt down next to the bed, and took his father's hand and brought it to his face, which he proceeded to hide his face in. Thranduil gently stroked Legolas' cheek as to assure himself that the twelve year worry and panic was over, his son was safe and that in his final moments he was not dreaming. The King moved his hand as much as he could to Legolas's hair. Feeling it, he was assured that it was his little elfling after all this time. Thranduil grabbed his son into arms the most he could considering his weakened state and cried into his son's hair.

"Legolas, my Legolas, you came back to me," Thranduil whispered, feeling his strength beginning to return to him.

Legolas responded by climbing onto the bed and into his father's embrace, clinging tightly to him. "Ada, I'm so sorry." Legolas cried.

Thranduil either did not hear him or chose not to hear him, for he did not answer. The only thing he did if it was even possible was pull his son closer and tighter to him. They stayed that way until both of them succumbed to sleep.

Neither father nor son even realized that a blanket was put over the two of them by a worried Morchaintirr who was afraid of finding a not breathing King again. What he did find was father and son who had been separated for much too long in each other's embrace. The father was now well on his way to recovery and the son was a mystery altogether which he was sure would be solved once both of them were feeling much better. Morchaintirr smiled to himself, his prince had shown up just in the nick of time, for everyone was afraid a minute or two longer and Thranduil would have been lost to the Halls of Mandos from grief of losing his son. Morchaintirr knelt down next to the bed and moved an errant piece of hair from Legolas's brow, and dropped a kiss on his forehead. He was in the room when the prince made his first appearance to the world and he considered himself to be an uncle to his king's son. He was almost as devestated as Thranduil was when Legolas left all those years ago. But it appeared to be over now...

The chirp of a cricket drew father and son from their peaceful sleep. Legolas, not remembering where he was, tried to pull away, but was held tighter by the hands that held him.

"Legolas, shhhh," Thranduil said, still in a weakened state but getting stronger by the minute.

The Prince blinked a few times as recognition and the memory of the past few hours finally set in. Legolas just hugged his father never wanting to let go, not wanting the moment that during his time as Thoron would love to have, end. Remembering that, Legolas knew he had to ask his father if he was still wanted and loved. If he wasn't and this was all a hoax, he would sail West tomorrow.

"Ada," Legolas whispered, releasing his father from the death grip he had on him.

"Yes, my little Greenleaf?" Thranduil said never letting go of him.

"What's my name? My true name?" Legolas asked. Finally wanting to release the hurt and the pain of that day twelve years ago.

Thranduil was gaining strength by the moment. This one simple question was enough to have him revert back to the state he was in earlier. He thought back, as he sat up against the headboard of the bed, where did that come from? He thought back to the last time he saw his little elfling, and the fight that they had. He had disowned his boy. The truth and shock of that statement was a slap in the face to him. All because he was angry and upset of the slap, he had disowned his son, and caused them to be separated for twelve years.

There was a whimper from the precious bundle in his arms. By not saying anything, he was causing his son more unnecessary pain which he didn't need. "Oh, Legolas what have I done to you? My little one, my Legolas Greenleaf Thranduilion?"

His son lifted his head so his ice-blue eyes met his own, and smiled. Thranduil relaxed down into the pillows as he pulled his elfling closer to him, never letting go as Legolas threw his arms back around his father and layed on him like he used to do when he was very young. Thranduil began to stroke his son's hair as they both subcummed to slumber once more.

Neither of them realized when the sun came up soon afterwards...