I've been quite busy lately, but I decided to delight you with another chappy. The final chap btw.

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Chapter Four: Yelling Session

Legolas didn't believe there was a real thread up ahead. He couldn't be sure but he doubted there were more orcs coming from the other side. He glanced at the other warriors around him; they all seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"Perhaps we should try to go around what's up ahead," Arandur said.

"There's no way we can avoid them seeing us, at the rate they're travelling they should be here any second. Besides, I think they're elves."

"Adar?" Eleiden asked. He didn't know if he was supposed to be relieved or scared to death if it really was the king.

"Maybe."

Legolas' words weren't even cold when a small group of Mirkwood elves approached them.

Much to the two brothers' surprise their father had indeed joined the group and rode in front of it.

"I had hoped to postpone my doom." Eleiden swallowed the lump in his throat and slowed down. He made sure his father didn't see him right away.

Elros frowned when he saw this. "Are you not happy to see your father?"

Eleiden tried a sarcastic grin. "You told my brother you heard stories of our father, am I right?"

Elros nodded but was still confused.

"Then your father must've told you about his moody moments... this is one of those moments," Eleiden replied as he slowed down even more.

Elros couldn't help the grin.

"Forgive me, your highness," he whispered.

"Legolas," Thranduil greeted his oldest son. He shook his head in dismay when he saw the sling. "Care to tell me what happened this time?"

"I'd love to explain," Legolas replied sarcastically, "but I believe this can wait until we're home."

Thranduil knew his son was right and dropped the subject; instead he eyed the other elves. Weariness was written on all of their faces.

The king didn't need to ask where the others were, he already knew.

"Very well, we return home!"

When they got back, he would send a small group of elves to retrieve the bodies of their companions.

Eleiden almost fell off his horse when he suddenly heard his father's booming voice. He tried to calm himself. He understood this conversation couldn't be avoided but he had hoped not to do it while sitting on a horse. He gathered his courage and met the king's gaze.

"What were you thinking? I was worried sick! Are you out of your mind?"

Eleiden didn't dare interrupt his father; he waited for more yelling, but much to his surprise it didn't come. He knew that yelling and asking rhetorical questions were the king's way of saying that he was glad his sons were alright.

Not another word was spoken and when they finally got back he could hear sighs of relief coming from every elf. Thranduil sent his sons and the other warriors to the healing wing.

When he later went to check on them he found the two of them asleep.

He seated himself in one of the chairs next to the bed where his oldest son was sleeping in.

He eyed both of his sons, especially his youngest one, who was also sitting in a chair but on the other side of the bed.

The king heard a moan coming from the bed; he immediately straightened up and looked at Legolas.

"Ion-nin?"

At first he didn't get a reply.

"Legolas?" He tried again.

"Adar?" The young elf came back to full awareness.

Thranduil smiled. "How do you feel?"

"I feel fine, adar."

Thranduil didn't look like he believed his son but let it slip.

"Care to tell me what happened now?"

Legolas explained everything to his father, Eleiden following them, the orc fight and meeting a young elf called Elros.

"So his name is Elros?"

Legolas nodded. "I think he wants to stay in the city for a while. I'm sure we will learn his story eventually."

"That's fine with me."

Eleiden chose that moment to come back to the land of the living. He groaned when he saw his father.

"Just get it over with, adar."

Thranduil smiled. "Get what over with?"

"The painful lecture you are about to give."

"I already gave you one."

Eleiden remembered the short yelling session earlier and frowned. "That was it?"

"That was it." Thranduil stood and walked to the door.

"Get some more rest, both of you."

Before either one of them could reply, the great king had already left.

The two brothers just eyed each other, flabbergasted.

"We should make him see the healer."

Eleiden nodded. "Aye, that we should do."

The end