AN: Well. We have come to the end. I'm a little sorry to see Legolas go, although he's probably thankful. I don't think he likes being dropped off cliffs... A HUGE thank you to all my followers, reviewers and favouriters! Again, if you have any ideas for me (such as more fanfics) please PM me or review! Sorry this took so long to update! I need to stop using exclamation marks! Well, thank you again for reading this and I hope you enjoyed Legolas' adventure. Thranduil probably didn't though... Enjoy!

Elrond started violently as the door flew open and collided with the wall with a bang; framed in the doorway stood a familiar blond-haired figure. "Where is my son?" Thranduil demanded, his blue eyes ice-cold with fury – and fear. Elrond wondered what exactly he could say, for he knew that Thranduil would react badly whatever he was told. Sucking in a deep breath and squeezing Celebrían's hand, Elrond hastily rose and moved over to his friend. "Thranduil, he is lost." The Elvenking's expression did not change. "You lost him," he said flatly. Elrond knew he must keep a tight rein on his temper – and his tongue – but this was too much. "You lost him," he retorted, but immediately wished he hadn't as Thranduil's hand darted forward and seized his collar. Elrond froze, gazing up into his friend's normally serene blue eyes, which, at the moment, were anything but calm. "Thranduil," Elrond began, desperate to keep his friend from doing anything rash, when something slammed into the two of them, breaking Thranduil's grip and breaking them apart. Elrond spun to face his unknown assailant and, for the second time in as many minutes, he froze in shock. Celebrían stood in front of him, her arms spread protectively and her back to him. "Thranduil," she murmured, "we're looking for him. Do not worry; he will be found." Elrond watched in astonishment as the rage drained from Thranduil's features, but not the fear. Elrond's heart clenched in sympathy – he knew Legolas meant everything to his friend. "What if he isn't found?" he whispered. "What if something has happened to him and he's hurt or even–" "He won't be," Celebrían stated firmly. "You would have felt it if anything has happened to him." Thranduil nodded in gratitude and turned to Elrond apologetically.

At that moment, the door flew open yet again. Elrond spun, ready to deliver one of his famous lectures to the unfortunate intruder but found himself lost for words. In front of him stood his twin sons – Elladan was coated in grime, he noted absently – but most of his attention was focused on the tiny blond elfling that stood between the twins, gripping their hands tightly. If he had had any doubts as to the identity of the little one, they were immediately dispelled as Thranduil rushed forwards to sweep his son into his arms. "I thought I'd lost you, tithen pen," the Elvenking whispered, rocking his son back and forth gently. Legolas buried his face in his father's soft shirt, his little arms wrapped around Thranduil as far as they could go. Elrond tore his attention from the reunion and focused instead on his sons. "Where did you find him?" he asked. Elladan glanced over at Legolas before replying. "He was in a little cave, buried under the landslide. It's a wonder I found him, it was so deeply hidden! I only found him because I noticed a slight movement in that direction. I still do not know what caused it, but I was a little too preoccupied to find out. Elrohir and I dug down at least five feet before we found the cave!" They fell silent for a moment, lost in thoughts of what might have happened until Thranduil's voice jerked them from their reverie as he strode towards them, Legolas in his arms. Elrond wondered briefly how long it would be before Thranduil let his son out of his arms – let alone out of his sight! "Thank you for rescuing my son," Thranduil said simply, inclining his head to the twins in gratitude. All of them noticed he didn't relinquish his grip on Legolas, though. "Is there anything I can do for you?" Rather predictably, the twins flushed hotly in embarrassment and hurriedly assured him that they needed no recompense. Thranduil listened to their babbling in some amusement, his blue eyes bright with mirth, but they were all interrupted by Legolas.

He gazed up at his father with a serious expression on his small face. "Ada, why do Elladan and Elrohir look the same?" he asked. Thranduil glanced over at the twins, noting the sudden apprehension on their faces. "Did you not ask them, ion nin?" Legolas frowned over at the two Elves. "Yes, but they told me it was because they are twins. But I think they are tricking me because Aglariel and Ailith are twins, but Aglariel has black hair while Ailith has blonde!" Now Thranduil understood the twins' expressions and suppressed chuckles. Celebrían wasn't quite so successful and had to duck out of the room, her shoulders shaking with laugher; Elrond's lips merely twitched. He and Elrond had always known that their reputation would come back to bite them one day – and it finally had! He took pity on them after a moment – they had saved Legolas. "They were telling the truth, Legolas. Some twins look the same and others don't." He didn't really expect his son to believe him, so he wasn't surprised that the sceptical expression didn't leave his face. "Maybe Lord Elrond will explain it to you, as they are his children." Legolas immediately squirmed out of his father's hold and darted over to Elrond, gazing up at him with pleading blue eyes. Thranduil knew from experience that no-one could resist those eyes, and Elrond proved no exception. Throwing Thranduil one of his legendary glares, he scooped the child up in his arms and started off down the corridor, his voice drifting back to the three remaining Elves.

Thranduil turned his gaze on the two young Elves. "You look like you need a bath," he told Elladan solemnly. The Elf was notorious for his hatred of being dirty – although he was nowhere near as fastidious as Legolas. Without waiting for a reply, he laid a hand on each Elf's shoulder. "Go and bathe, and get something to eat," he commanded. They dipped their heads in acquiescence before darting out of the study towards the bathing wing. He watched them go, thinking. They had acted very maturely and he wondered if it was too much to hope that the change would last.

...

That night when he retired to bed, he discovered that it had been too much too hope.

Glossary:

Tithen pen = little one

Ada/Adar = Daddy/Father

Ion nin = my son

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