Faramir nearly burst into the room, looking more frazzled than Gimli had ever seen him. The lively conversations happening between the new King of Gondor, Gimli, Merry and Pippin came to an abrupt halt. "Uhm, the Elven King is here. In the throne room. He says he is looking for his lost captain who abandoned his post."

Aragorn set down his glass with great haste and eyes wide, "Thranduil? Here? In Gondor?"

Faramir nodded, "So he says. He seems Kingly enough for it to be him."

"Is he looking for Legolas?" Pippin asked, climbing down from his chair to go and investigate the new visitor. He had heard stories about the Elven King from Bilbo and fully intended to go take a look himself.

"Yes, he is looking for Legolas," Aragorn answered springing to his feet. His next words were directed to Faramir, "Go find Legolas, quickly. And Arwen too."

Faramir nodded and swiftly left the room, several guards trailing after him and dispersing to help with the search.

"Legolas said he was apart of the King's army, but he never said he was a captain." Gimli mused, trying to keep up with Aragorn's lengthy strides. Pippin was nearly sprinting to keep up.

"The Captain. The Captain of the King's army." Aragorn corrected, increasing his pace, "Captain of all the archers, to be specific."

"Oh dear." Pippin added, nearly out of breath with the effort to keep pace, "Is the King going to be angry?"

"I find it very unlikely that he would come all this way if he were not," Aragorn replied, descending steps three at a time in his haste. He hoped Legolas would be found quickly, making the king wait did not seem like it would go over well.

They reached the throne room and Aragorn all but sprinted inside. There, standing leisurely and starkly out of place was the Elven King.

He was taller than Gimli had expected, his robes were various colors of rich greens. As if he had taken all the colors from the forest in which he ruled and bled them into his clothes. The crown upon his head was made from sticks, with green leaves and blooming flowers. Gimli was unable to tell if they were lives plants, or made to seem like live plants.

Every movement he made seemed as it was planned years before this moment, and an air of regality and confidence oozed out of him. His long blonde hair hung gently from his head, sporting no such braids as the dwarf had grown accustomed to seeing on Legolas' head.

He had no time for pleasantries it seemed, "I have come to retrieve my captain, who has wandered oh so far from where he should be."

"Welcome to Gondor, King Thranduil." Aragorn greeted formally, well aware that Pippin had sidestepped to hide behind him now that he had seen the Elven King, "We are looking for him as we speak."

"You lost him?" The King raised a regal eyebrow, the rest of his face remaining impassive.

"Not lost, temporarily lost track of." The King and Galion exchanged a look, "You know how he is.." Aragorn added lamely when nobody else spoke.

"I know he leaves his post and meddles in affairs that are not his to meddle in."

Thankfully, for everyone involved, Legolas choose that moment to appear, "What is it Estel that is so impor-" He froze so suddenly it might have been a spell, eyes on the Elven King. "My King. You're here. In Gondor."

Gimli watched with fear as the King narrowed his eyes at Legolas, "In Gondor."

Then with one fluid motion, he knelt to the floor before his king just as the older elf began the loudest, and longest, tirade in elvish that Gimli had ever heard. Including every lecture from Gandalf. He was only able to catch a few very basic words but judging by Aragorn's expression it wasn't good.

After a few moments, he noticed the way Legolas' shoulders seemed to shake and he genuinely feared he was crying. But then the King finally stopped his yelling and Legolas looked up, struggling against laughter, "Do you feel better, Ada?"

Nearby he heard Faramir ask Aragorn in a harsh whisper, "Did he say 'Ada?'"

The King crossed his arms and snapped, "No."

"Would you like to yell some more?"

"Not particularly."

"Good." With that Legolas got to his feet and threw his arms around the Kings neck, to nearly everyone's astonishment. Then it was his turn to shower the world with relentless elvish but his was the excited chatter most had come to expect and love from the elf.

"'Ada' means father right," Faramir asked again.

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