Elros looked cautiously through the trees, his keen hearing had picked up some sound, though now he could not hear it. He had wandered into the depths of the forest, without any real thought of where he was heading. Though he had been out hunting for a couple of days now, though he had found nothing to hunt. The forest seemed lifeless and the young Elf felt a growing conscience in the back of his mind, he was being followed. By what, Elros did not know, but something was there.

The forest seemed to stare down menacingly at him, watching his every move. Suddenly he heard something again, this time behind him. The Elf turned just in time to see a tremendous goblin fire an arrow towards him. The Elf was nimble, so he was able to avoid a mortal wound, but the arrow grazed his arm, slicing it painfully.

Elros fired back and the goblin was killed, but then her heard more. They were everywhere, hundreds of them, surrounding him. They chanted with gurgling voices, pounding their spears on the earth. The Elf fired arrows into the horde, but he did not have enough arrows to do any good. He would have to run.

The Elf saw a brake in their lines, and he risked it. Elros sprinted as fast as he could, hacking at any goblin that came near to him with his sword. He was able to make it through them, but they were close behind him.

Why would such numbers be needed to come after him? Was there something special about him compared to other Elves? He knew little of his father, perhaps they wanted him too. Though the young Elf could think of no reason why. He was not of a special bloodline, nor was he royal. He ruled no realm nor did he have any powers. Something was strangely amiss.

His feet carried him swiftly through the trees, weaving in and out between them. His arm bled profusely, though it was the least of his matters. Elros heard the twang of a bow and he felt the arrow quickly approaching, though he could do nothing to avoid it.

The brazen weapon cut through his flesh and embedded itself in his back. The Elf screamed, and fell. Within seconds the creatures were surrounding him.

Then the largest one came up him and smiled, his yellow fangs dripping with black saliva. "A gift for the Prince." he said harshly before clubbing Elros in the head.

The young Elf awoke, his head was throbbing painfully and he found he could not move without immense pain. He looked up and saw the goblins had left him in an open room with stone walls, and no windows. He rolled over and saw that there was nothing in the room, only himself.

Though he saw a door, it was probably locked, but it was his only hope. He stood shakily and hobbled over to it. It was locked, though he listened and found that he heard orcs and goblins outside of his room. He immediately went back to where he had been and lay down, pretending to be unconscious, they had been heading towards his room. The Elf resisted the urge to move and look when the door opened, though soon it shut again. Once he was quite sure he was alone, Elros stood up and looked back at the door.

He jumped in fear when he saw a shadowed figure standing there. "Don't be frightened. I cannot hurt you, and I would not even if I could." His voice was clearly one of an Elf.

"Where am I?" Elros asked, curious yet afraid.

The older Elf sighed and walked into the light, he was tall with square shoulders, his pale hair was long and his eyes were dark and noble. His face held still the strong, weathered look of a King. "You are in the dungeons of Morannon."

Elros looked at him quizzically, "Who are you? And why did the goblins leave you here? Tell me." He said with a slight sharpness.

"I am Thranduil, King of Mirkwood. The goblins left me here so that my dungeon would be open." The old Elf said with equal fire in his voice.

"I have not heard of you before, stranger." Elros said, backing up slowly.

Thranduil nearly laughed, "I am not surprised, I figured your mother would not tell you who you are."

Elros looked at Thranduil with a confused expression, "I know who I am."

The King laughed, "No you don't. Melannen would never tell you, she loves you too much and the thought is too painful."

"How do you know my mother?" The young Elf said defensively.

Thranduil shook his head, "You, Elros, you are my grandson. There is no doubt in your heritage now that I meet you."

"You know my father?" Elros said, sidestepping nervously, yet he showed no other signs of fear.

Thranduil's face darkened and he looked away to conceal the tears that formed in his blue eyes. "Yes, I knew him. He was my only son."

Elros felt pity on the old Elf. "I am sorry."

Thranduil waved him to silence, "Do not be. Your father was courageous and he died bravely."

"Please, sir, tell me of him."

"Has your mother told you nothing?"

Elros shook his head, "Nothing."

Thranduil motioned for the younger Elf to sit and he too sat on the hard floor. It was then that Elros noticed that the Elf wore long dark robes, though dirty and torn, like those that Elrond wore, yet these were finer. Thranduil smiled, "Your father, Legolas Greenleaf Thranduilion was the Elf that traveled with the Fellowship of the Ring in the year 3018 of the third age."

Elros looked astounded, "You mean, my father, was the Elf that befriended Ellasar?"

Thranduil nodded, "Now let me continue. Though a few years after the War of the Ring, Legolas was captured by a group of orcs and killed."

"That's it? That's the story of my father?" Elros said, annoyed that it was so brief.

"No! No. He was brought back by Mandos, though he was not the same. The warrior part of him told my son to go out and fight what he feared, though something plagued him, a type of hallucinations. He drew away from everyone, his healers abused him without my knowledge, and he came to fear everyone. He became reclusive and faded. Though there was one healer whom he began to trust, and soon she had brought him out of his shell that had nearly consumed him entirely. Your mother saved him. Though, against my wishes, Legolas and Melannen became more than friends, soon they were so much in love that you could hardly separate them. That is how you came to be. Though Legolas, unaware that your mother was pregnant, left on a scouting trip around the borders of Mirkwood. He never returned. We found his horse, which Legolas had killed in order to keep the wargs from ripping at it and slowly killing it. We also found a pool of Elf blood, though no body or bones." Thranduil had to stop, his emotions were getting ahead of him.

"That explains the belief of Erestor that he is still alive somewhere, because there was no solid proof of his death!" Elros said after making a conclusion.

"Yes, but Erestor is wrong, my son, your father, has passed into the halls of Mandos." Thranduil said sadly.

Elros felt his heart sink, for a brief moment he too had felt hope, though now it too was shattered. "Why did the orcs want me?" Elros asked after a moment.

Thranduil laughed, "Boy, are you deaf? Your father was Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. Son of a King now devoid of a rightful heir."

It took a moment for Elros to understand what Thranduil was saying. "You mean to say that I am a Prince?"

The King smiled, "No boy, now that everything thinks I too, am dead, you are the King in their eyes."

Though suddenly they both heard the screech of a dying orc. Elros and his grandfather stood up and looked warily at the door. Then it was flung open, a tall figure in a cloak that concealed his face stood there.

"I have them distracted, run!" Then he turned and there was more sounds of battle. Thranduil and Elros needed little help running for the door. The King knew where the exit out of Morannon was, and he led the younger Elf as fast as he could towards it.

They met no orcs or other foul creatures and found the way out quickly. They sprinted through the sparse trees once they were freed and before long had lost sight of everything they knew. They heard no pursuers nor did they see any sign of more of the dark ones.

"Where is the person who let us out, grandfather?"

The Elf shook his head, "Probably killed."

Elros nodded, "He was brave."

Thranduil motioned that they should continue walking, and not stop unless they absolutely had to.

"Wait!" The two Elves whirled when they heard someone behind them. It was the person who had let them out. "Please, let me travel with you, I promise I can pull my weight. It has been so long since I last saw someone other than my jailer."

"What did you do?" Thranduil asked.

The stranger seemed to shake his head, though his cloak that covered his face seemed to not waver with his motions. "I existed."

"Take off your hood, then I will consider it." The King said.

The stranger nodded, then he removed his hood. He was an Elf, with gold hair that had grown together in mats, though his eyes still shone with the brightness of the Valinor. Though Elros shivered when he noticed that the stranger's face was covered in scars. There was a large scar going from behind his ear to the opposite shouler, wrapping jaggedly around his neck. There was also large puncture marks above his right eye and below on his jaw. It looked to Elros like a large animal had grabbed a hold of his face.

He laughed, "It isn't pretty, is it? Wargs aren't kind creatures, especially when your weaponless."

Thranduil stared at the stranger, confusion in his eyes. "Who are you?"

"Caragor." (Fangs of doom)

"That is not your right name. You gave that name to yourself, anyone can see that."

Caragor looked away, "My right name I will not say."

"Tell me!" Thranduil thundered.

The odd Elf sighed, "I am no longer who I used to be, therefor that name no longer is mine." Then he jogged off ahead of them, "We must go."

"Legolas, don't do this." Thranduil said finally.

The Elf froze, and Elros felt his breath catch. "I no longer go by that name. I remember almost nothing from my past, let it stay that way. My head injuries are to blame for that."

Finally Elros could stand it no longer, "Melannen has not forgotten you!" He called.

Once again the Elf froze in his tracks, "I know no one by that name." He said harshly before motioning for them to follow him once more.

"Why do you lie to yourself?" Elros said, running up to him. "Why do you let such a darkness cover you?"

Caragor looked up pensively. "I know better than you, boy. I know that she has gone back to the Balrog Slayer, there was no other place for her to go. There, there is where she will stay."

"Glorfindel cannot even erase her memories of you!" Elros nearly yelled at him. He had come so close to finally finding his father, he would not lose him so easily. "She still cries at the mere memory of you! Yet you leave her, you run from the past like a coward?"

Thranduil tried not to intervene, even when Elros had called Legolas the one thing that would set him off. The blonde Elf whirled on his son. "You have no idea what life is like. You have stayed within the shelters of your home, without even a glimpse of what pain and suffering is like. You had best leave it like that."

"She loves you! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"How in Valinor are you so stubborn?" Legolas said, more harshly than he had meant. Thranduil leaned back on his heels, this was going to get interesting.

Author's note: YAY! Legolas is back! Review, tell me what you think!