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Thanks to Shell for beta ing. Sorry but its a short chapter but it was either no chapter or this chapter.

The silence that filled the room was relentless, but finally Estel could bear it no longer, he had to ask. "Ada, I know Legolas injuries are very serious, but what caused the fit? I mean, he has no head injury, so why?"

Elrond turned to his foster son, trying to think of a way to explain what had happened and why. "Let me ask you a question, Estel. Have you ever seen a disabled Elf?"

Estel had to think for a moment, before answering. "No. No I have not."

"That is because elves bodies are not designed to deal with imperfections. No Elf is born disabled; they usually die before the birthing process. But if one has an accident like Legolas, the body reacts violently, as you have just seen. The Elf can die from this trauma alone. In all likelihood Legolas will have more fits and other various problems for the foreseeable future until his body has had time to readjust to the accident and can begin to deal with the long term changes." Elrond glanced over to the bed, taking in the sleeping figure of the Prince.

As silence one again descended, Elrond could not help but think back to when Legolas had arrived one night in the middle of a summer storm, five years previously.

Flashback

The night was dark, rain poured in a continuous stream whilst thunder roared its anger to the sky. In the midst of this a rider urged his horse forward, determined to arrive at Imladris within the hour and ask for sanctuary. He urged his nervous horse on once more. "Noro Lim. We will soon have shelter and warmth." Taking head of his master, horse and rider continued on their dangerously fast ride, splashing mud and water in their wake.

Eventually the welcoming lights of Rivendell shone through the darkness. Making his way towards the Last Homely House; he had to smile as he saw Lord Elrond waiting for him on the covered porch way, door open wide in welcome.

Quickly dismounting he bowed low in welcome before asking. "Lord Elrond, how did you know I was coming?" A stable hand had run in the rain to take his exhausted mount.

Beckoning the younger Elf to him, he wrapped a large towel around the soaked, shivering form before leading him into the house. "I always know when one of my children is on their way home, Legolas. Come let us get you changed into dry clothes and warm." He said as he led the Prince to the room he had made ready, fire burning brightly.

End flashback

From that day Legolas had split his time between both Mirkwood and Imladris, never giving up on the thought that the rift between himself and his father could be mended. Legolas was now thought of as a son by Elrond and a brother by all of his real children. Elrond had to admit, there was no one he would rather have for a fourth son than the loyal, charming Prince of Mirkwood.