Disclaimer- Sigh I told you that some of the people aren't mine. Read previous disclaimers, love them, cherish them and call them Fred or George. I don't mind either way, but don't accuse me of pilfering. That ain't nice!

A/N- Anyhow………..on with the story!

Strange smells assaulted his nose and he could feel the softness of a bed, even though the last time he had checked, he had been resting against a boulder. His ears picked up the sounds of crying but for what reason, Legolas had no idea.

Cautiously he opened his eyes and could see above him the ceiling of the Throne Room. Why he was here was beyond him. He looked to the side very carefully, noticing a trail of elves coming to pass by his bed.

He now had a very strange idea of what they were doing but prayed that it wasn't the case. Attending his own funeral wasn't the great idea in mind. Deciding that it was better to get this done and over with, showing people that he wasn't dead, Legolas closed his eyes again.

Better make this dramatic, he thought. Chuckling softly inside his mind, he quickly tossed and turned in the bed moaning. Screams could be heard throughout the Throne Room and he was suddenly grabbed and shaken.

"LEGOLAS? CAN YOU HEAR ME?" came a desperate query.

Legolas moaned a bit more for dramatic effect before laboriously opening his eyes to see Calarian's face staring down at him, worry written all over his brow.

Legolas screamed and dashed off the bed. THAT wasn't the first thing that he wanted to see. He was about to come to the doors when Calarian caught up with him.

"Legolas? Calm down tithen muindor, gwiil." (Calm down, baby brother, peace.)

Legolas drew shuddering breaths before looking at Calarian.

"Calarian?" he whispered.

"Aye, baby brother, it is me." Calarian's face was a mask of joy. His brother had returned, albeit a bit different, but he was still here. He wanted to draw Legolas into a big hug, but he felt that the younger elf wouldn't be ready for that.

"Calarian, where is Ada and Eldran?" Calarian's face dropped a bit.

"After you died, Ada just lost it. His youngest son had just died in front of him. You have been 'dead' for around two days. He won't let anyone into his rooms except for myself and Eldran.

Thankfully Sartarian never saw fit to destroy our rooms, so they are the same as always except with serious dust over everything. You should come up and let him see you for himself!"

Legolas glanced warily at Calarian before he remembered something. "Ama says hi."

Calarian gasped, staring into Legolas' eyes deeply, searching for falsehood, but all he found was truth.

"She says don't worry about the Spiders under the bed. I'm not so sure what she meant by that, but she says you will understand."

He looked at Calarian deeply and saw tears appearing at the corner of his eyes. Tears slowly made their way down his cheeks and Legolas looked back at him again.

"I want to go see Thranduil now." Calarian looked at Legolas a bit weirdly but just accepted Legolas' request. The elves gathered around them slowly parted and allowed the Crown Prince to pass, half-carrying his baby brother to their father's rooms.

A/N- Yeah I know, another one. Anyhow, a new chapter should be up very soon. I promise. I'll update on the 29 / 04.