A/N Helloo! I have finally updated! I hope you enjoy this chapter:)

Earth dragon: Thank you for your constructive criticism! I didn't take it as a flame. What you said did make sense, so I have taken it to heart lol and changed it to mother.

Also one more thing, I'm obviously not going to translate everything to elvish, so just know that whenever Legolas is talking then he's speaking his own tongue:)

Elladan and Elrohir entered the Hall of Fire, barely suppressing their giggles. The minstrels rolled their eyes as they heard them announcing their presence. Surprisingly, they were only there to talk to their father, and after motioning for him to exit with them, they left, leaving the room in peace again.

Elrond sighed. 'What is it this time?'

Elladan shared a look with his brother, causing him to burst out in laughter. Elrond raised an eyebrow.

'Well, Ada,' Elladan began, 'we have found-' pausing for dramatic influence, he waited for Elrond to nod. 'We found a wood-elf!' He started giggling again.

'And this is funny, why?' Elrond said, furrowing his brows.

'Well, we found him wandering close to our borders, looking like a lost child-'

'Which indeed we believe him to be!' Elrohir interrupted.

'So we led him here.'

'I still do not see the humor.' Elrond was starting to get aggravated.

'His accent is horrendous!' Elrohir burst out laughing again.

'And he cannot speak Westron!' Elladan added.

'He is most uncouth!'

'He will not touch meat,'

'He stares at everyone unceasingly-'

'As if he has never seen high elves before,'

'Which I believe he has not,'

'He does not favor our wine.'

'And-' Elrohir was interrupted by his father, who was getting rather annoyed at their childishness (although somewhat interested himself).

'Alright! Enough!' He said, raising his voice. 'How long has he been here?'

'At least two hours.' Elladan said after doing some calculations in his head.

'Well where is he?'

'We brought him to our room so we could look after him.'

'Well bring me to him!' The three made their way up through the winding stairs and halls, stopping at the end of a long corridor, where the twins shared a room. Elladan placed a finger to his lips, and cracked the door open quietly. There was Legolas, sitting on the windowsill, facing outside and swinging his legs. He was singing softly to himself, and twirling some vines between his fingers.

Elrond smiled, and opened the door the rest of the way. Legolas stopped singing and swung his head around towards the doorway. Elrond touched his hand to his heart and motioned outwards. 'Mae govannen! Im Elrond.' He said, immensely curious as to his name and background. His features were annoyingly familiar, but he could not place who he could belong to.

'Mae Govannen, hír nîn, Elrond.' Legolas finally said softly, swinging his legs over to the other side of the sill. *'My father sent me.'

'Indeed? And who may your father be?' Elrond said, smiling a little. His accent was strange.

'King Thranduil of Mirkwood. Surely you know him?'

'Ah!' Elrond said as it suddenly clicked. That explains the resemblance. 'I do indeed! I was with him and Eleren when you were birthed!'

Legolas' face fell at the mention of his mother's name. 'He sent me to tell you that my mother has passed, and that I may ask to stay here for a time.'

Elrond sighed, looking empathetically at the young elf. The twins exchanged glances. They knew only too well how it felt to lose a mother.

Legolas swallowed and reached into his pack which was lying on a bed. 'There is a letter for you also. I have not read it.'

Elrond took it and placed his hand on Legolas' shoulder. 'You are most welcome to stay here, as long as need be. My sons will show you the ways of the place, and I shall return later to see how you fare.'

Legolas nodded and Elrond turned away, leaving the room. He walked to his study and sat down before opening the letter. It was written in Thranduil's flowing script, imploring him to keep Legolas safely, and detailing the death of his wife. Elrond could see where something wet had dried on the pages, and he could only assume it was tears.

The twins, meanwhile, were showing Legolas about the place, and introducing him to their favorite people. Their first stop was the stables, where he was introduced to Vildir, who kept the horses. He had known the twins for almost half their lives, and he was considerably younger. He was bright and laughed a lot, though it was usually for better cause than the twins, who could laugh at anything.

Then there was Lothnil, one of the gardeners. He was rather delighted that Legolas seemed to know so much about plants, even if not as much as he. He promised to teach him about any flowers that he had not yet seen.

Lindir was next. They found him seated between Erestor and Glorfindel in one of Imladris' many gardens, playing softly on his hand-harp while ignoring their bickering. The twins called him away to meet Legolas, insisting that meeting the other two elf-lords was really too much for Legolas at the moment, who had been through quite enough as it was. They seemed to view him as rather fragile, although that was, of course, not true. But they couldn't remember the last time they had known an elf of only twenty-one, and they decided he could be their baby brother as long as he wanted.

Legolas seemed to take to Lindir, who was extremely kind, and as soon as Legolas showed signs of tiredness, he shooed the twins away, insisting that he would take care of Legolas himself.

'You mustn't mind them. They are getting far too excited over this, as is their wont. They will not allow you any peace while they are with you though, unless you tell their father. He is the only one who can keep them in check. Except for Estel, their foster brother. Have you met him? I do believe he is away.'

Legolas shook his head no. He was feeling rather weary, and didn't care to meet anyone else at the moment. Lindir took his hand and led him away from the garden. 'I am sure you will want some rest?'

Legolas nodded. 'I have not had any real sleep for days. My father escorted me to the borders of our Realm with some guards and then sent me on my way. I do not know the lands outside of my home though, and I am afraid I was quite lost, and it was entirely by chance that Lord Elrond's sons found me.'

'Well, it was good fortune.' Lindir said with a chuckle. 'Many have sought Imladris and never found it. But you have, and now you shall have peace! When you are not in the presence of the lords Elladan and Elrohir that is.'

Legolas huffed a bit, which made Lindir smile. Already he was growing weary of their talkativeness.

Lindir led him to the top level in one of the houses, and showed him where his room would be. It had a nice enough view of Imladris from the window, and despite it not being a tenth the size of what Legolas might have had at Mirkwood, it was comfortable and cozy. Legolas figured he'd be spending most of his time outside anyways.

He unpacked what he had brought, which was not much, and Lindír dusted off a few pieces of furniture for him and asked if he would like him to stay on a bit. Legolas said yes, so Lindir played his harp for him until he had finally fallen asleep.

He was rather rudely awoken later by someone plopping onto the bed beside and sighing rather dramatically. He rolled over and opened his eyes to find one of the twins - he couldn't tell them apart yet- sitting on the edge of his bed. Lindir was gone and It was dark out.

'Adar sent me to wake you. You have slept right through the afternoon meal and on till evening! But you must come for dinner now, so up with you!'

Legolas rolled his eyes as he sat up slowly. 'Must I come?'

Elladan gaped. 'Of course you must! Are you not hungry? And anyways my father wishes you to be there so that is reason enough. He is very kind you know.'

Legolas nodded. 'Alright, but I hate crowds. Will Lindir be there?'

'Yes! Dinner would be very dull without him! Now come along and get dressed!'

Legolas groaned. 'I am dressed. And I have no intentions of changing every time I eat!'

Elladan grumbled as he all but dragged Legolas to his feet. 'You have slept in your clothes, so at least this time you must change. And your hair is rather mussed, but I shall help you fix that.'

'No, you will not.' Legolas said curtly. 'And I shan't let you stay while I dress either, despite your belief that I am an elfling l and cannot take care of myself. Now if you will excuse me.' He motioned for the door, and Elladan made a face as he left, apparently annoyed that the 'elfling' was capable of indignation.

He waited by the door until Legolas came out in a tunic much the same as the first one, and not a single hair out of place.

'I shall escort you to the table.' He said, taking him by the elbow. Then he added in a low voice, 'Do you wish for a robe?'

Legolas furrowed his brows. 'I should say not! It is decidedly uncomfortable, and I find no reason for doing so.'

Elladan laughed. 'I do like your thinking. My father would think me most informal if I did not wear a robe though. We shall get along well mellon-nîn.'

After going down a few flights of stairs, they approached an open hall, bustling with activity and noise. Most were not seated yet, just waiting for the rest of the elves to gather. Legolas sucked in his breath at the largeness of the crowd. Elrond had better not introduce him in front of all.

He could see the other twin talking with Elrond, and before Elladan could bolt to his side, he made him show him where Lindir was. As before, he was with Erestor and Glorfindel, and at once greeted him with a smile.

'Legolas!' He said. 'You are here at last! I was just telling my- colleagues about you.' He turned to Erestor, who was at least three inches shorter than Legolas, and wore a scowl on his face. 'This is Erestor, Chief Councillor of Imladris. He is not as dull as he looks.' Erestor gave a slight nod of his head, while at the same time glaring at Lindir.

Glorfindel smirked at that and turned to introduce himself, towering several inches over Legolas. 'I am Glorfindel. It is rather delightful to meet you! I have met your father once before. I was at your birth celebration of course.' He raised an eyebrow when Legolas clapped a hand over his mouth and let out a small gasp.

'Not Glorfindel- The Balrog Slayer?' He said in an almost whisper. Glorfindel bowed and smiled, and Erestor covered his own rare smile with a hand.

'That would be I. But pray, there is no need for talk of such things! Let us hear more about you! And your father of course.'

For the next few minutes before the food was served, Legolas told him of the happenings in Mirkwood, avoiding the subject of his mother for the most part, until Elrond called for everyone to be seated.

He was thankfully not introduced in front of the whole table (of which there were several, actually), although he received many strange glances (none one being rude enough to stare). He was kept company by Lindir and Glorfindel, and sometimes Erestor would say something, but for the most part he said nothing or quietly complained to Glorfindel about something.

It wasn't till after they had eaten that Elrond took him aside and started introducing him to elves as they passed by. He was starting to miss his father though, and wished he could have him tell all the people to leave him alone as it was all rather overwhelming.

Finally Elrond called the twins over and ordered them to escort Legolas to his room. Most everyone had left, and Glorfindel had followed Erestor back to his library.

Elladan and Elrohir were on either side of him, telling about some time, only a few short years ago, when a pack of dwarves, a hobbit, and Gandalf had barged in and nearly depleated their pantries and wine. Legolas remembered them coming through Mirkwood (he was never told the whole story), but he had never heard anything about a hobbit.

'What on earth is a hobbit?' Legolas was just asking when they heard a shriek come from a door further up the hall.

Legolas turned to the twins, worry evident in his eyes, but they just patted his arm. 'You do have much to get used to. That was only dear Erestor. Glorfindel will take care of him. Do not mind him. Now, as I was saying, a hobbit is a very small-'

'I believe he just screamed something about a spider. Shouldn't we go check on him?' Legolas interrupted again.

Elladan sighed. 'If it makes you feel better, I suppose we might, but our spiders are not as big as yours.'

There was a lot of crashing going on in the room, probably Erestor throwing things, and they could hear Glorfindel yelling at Erestor to shut up and move as they opened the door. Both twins burst into a fit of laughter at the sight they saw. Legolas just looked somewhat confused.

Erestor was behind Glorfindel and clinging to his arm, seemingly panicked as a tiny spider crawled towards them. Glorfindel lifted his boot and smashed it as it walked by. Erestor swallowed, and after a few seconds of recovering from the apparent initial shock, he let go of Glorfindel and dusted his robes of, glaring at the twins.

'Get out! Now!' He yelled. Legolas backed up a bit, but the twins stayed until Erestor grabbed a small knife from Glorfindel and threatened to throw it at them.

As the trio continued their journey to Legolas' room, they were still giggling. After bidding him goodnight, they deposited him and went back downstairs, leaving him to muse on everything that had happened.

Imladris was- fun. He decided. And perhaps he could return to Mirkwood soon, and things would not be so bad.

He was not tired after the long sleep he had had, so instead he began a letter to his father.

Thank you so much for reading:) I do hope you enjoyed it! I just wanted in this chapter to get Legolas introduced to everyone and a bit used to Rivendell. The whole thing won't be humor though. And next chapter he'll meet Aragorn! Anyways, reviews would be appreciated and cherished. Until next time! Xoxo:)