Thranduil was pacing back and forth with worry. A while ago, he received a letter stating Estella had been found by Lord Elrond's people and was now in Imladris recovering from her ordeal, but there had been no mention of his son at all. Where was Legolas? Surely if he had of been there, Elrond would have said something. Thranduil wanted to go out and look for his son, but Galion had advised against that stating he was needed here and that Legolas would be all right. They knew he was on his way to Rivendell and he would send word as soon as he arrived.

Reluctantly, Thranduil agreed, but as the days turned into weeks, he was now beginning to regret his choice. He was just about to announce he was going to look for his son when a guard came in carrying a letter. "My king, a letter from Prince Legolas has just arrived."

Sighing in relief, Thranduil quickly took the letter from the guard. As he read it, his face went from anger, to shock and then complete unbelief. Galion and Toron, another captain, who had been standing nearby watched their king with concern. "My king, is everything well?" Galion asked hesitantly.

At first, Thranduil did not answer which made the two ellyn even more worried. Finally, Thranduil folded the letter back up and turned to face the captain. "Toron, I want you to find Lady Delweth and her group of incompetent friends and bring them here to me. Then, I want you to get a group of warriors' ready, for we will be leaving for Rivendell within the hour."

Toron stalled for a moment. "Rivendell? Might I inquire as to why we are going?"

Thranduil sat in his chair and took a deep breath before responding. "I will explain later, just please go and bring Delweth and her friends here to me at once."

Nodding, the captain left the room. Fifteen minutes later, he returned followed by Delweth and her friends who all wore looks of fear on their faces. They knew the only reason they would be summoned was if they were in trouble. When they were a few feet away from the king, Thranduil stood slowly to his feet and stared hard at the ellith. "I suppose you are wondering why I had you brought here?" When he received no answer, he continued, "I just received a letter from my son who is in Imladris, telling me some very interesting news. It is in regards to Lady Estella. Do you want to know what it says?"

Delweth swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to answer but found she could not speak. Thranduil unfolded the letter. "Well allow me to read it. Perhaps it will jog your memories.

Adar,

I am writing you this letter to let you know I am doing well. I have discovered the reason Estella fled. Apparently, Delweth and her friends cornered her after your meeting with her and told her we were only using her out of pity and that I did not care about her. They went on to say she was a nobody and that I played mind games with all the ellith. They then proceeded to threaten her if she told anyone.

When he finished reading, he looked up to find Delweth pale-faced and looked like she had seen a Nazgûl. "My king…I…I do not…" Delweth tried to say but was silenced at once by Thranduil.

"Enough! I do not wish to hear any of your petty excuses. Do you realize because of your immature actions, Lady Estella was nearly killed?! You can rest assured I will be punishing you and your friends, and when I am finished, you will wish you never opened your mouths! For your disgraceful actions toward my guest, I am sentencing you five to three days in the dungeons to think about what you have done. Afterward, you all will be sentenced to scrubbing the cells from top to bottom until Elros has decided it is clean enough. That should give you all ample time to learn what it means to be a gracious host to our guests."

Delweth and her friends gasped and started to protest, but Thranduil raised his hand. "Perhaps you should have thought about that before you cornered Lady Estella and played mind games with her." Not taking his eyes off Delweth, Thranduil called for a guard. When he arrived, he motioned to the ellith. "I want you to escort Delweth and her friends to the dungeons and inform Elros they are to remain locked up for three days, after which they will be assigned to scrubbing the cells thoroughly until he deems the floors clean enough." The guard bowed and then escorted the now frightened ellith away.

Once that was taken care of Thranduil turned his attention back to Galion and Toron who were stunned at what they just heard. So, that was why Estella ran away. Delweth and her friends were lucky that was all Thranduil had done to them. "Toron, I need you to please make sure we are ready to leave before the hour is up. It appears my son is planning on marrying Estella and will be remaining in Imladris with her and her family."

Galion's eyes widened. "Marry? Family? May I ask as to who her family is?"

"Apparently, Lord Elladan is her father. I thought there was something familiar about her, but I could not place my finger on what it was. But that is unimportant. We must arrive in Imladris before they wed. I cannot allow my son to make such a rash decision."

Toron hesitated catching the king's eyes. "You do not agree with me do you, Toron?" Thranduil asked.

The captain sighed softly. He knew he was pressing his luck objecting, but it had to be done. "No, my lord, I do not. Why do you not allow your son to wed the elleth he loves. You knew he loved her before she fled and had no problems than about it so why the sudden change of heart? Is it because of who her father is?"

Thranduil poured himself a drink thinking about the captain's accusations. "I never said, I had a change of heart Toron, only that he was making a rash decision. And perhaps a part of me is hesitant to allow Legolas to marry Elladan's daughter. After all, he does not particularly like me."

Toron smiled sadly at the memory. "Well, maybe this is your chance to make things right between the two of you. Perhaps, allowing your son to bind himself to Lady Estella, you and Lord Elladan can make amends. We are heading into dark times my lord, if you do not allow your son to wed now, he may never get another chance."

Setting his glass down, Thranduil closed his eyes. Maybe Toron was right. Perhaps he should allow his son to wed. But to let him remain in Rivendell? Yes, Estella was reunited with her family and Legolas no doubt wanted to let her stay with them, but he was his only child. No, he would not worry about that right now. He would talk to Legolas about that later. "Maybe, you are right. Very well, prepare to leave, we have a marriage to attend," Thranduil said, heading to his rooms to pack.

The day of Estella's and Legolas's wedding arrived. The whole of Rivendell was buzzing with joy. The last wedding to be held was that of Lord Elladan and Lady Luiniel's. As the inhabitants prepared the food and decorations, Elladan was busy searching for his daughter who had not been seen all day, not even by Legolas. "I will find her mellon nín; I am sure she is just nervous. After all, this is a big day for the both of you," Elladan said as he patted his soon to be son-in-law on the shoulder.

As Elladan searched, he thought about all the places Estella could be: the gardens, the stable's, the training field, and the library. Finally, after about an hour of looking, he found her sitting by the falls. "Estella?" Elladan called softly.

Estella looked over her shoulder and saw her father coming to sit beside her. "Ada, what are you doing here? I thought you would be busy helping Legolas."

Elladan frowned. "Legolas has my father, brother, and Aragorn to help him. You are my daughter." Elladan noticed Estella's eyes were swollen and red as if she had been crying. "Iell nín, what is wrong? Are you having second thoughts?"

Estella shook her head. "No, of course not, it is just that, it is my wedding day, and Naneth is not going to be here. I miss her so much," Estella said fresh tears beginning to fall once more.

Taking his daughter into her arms, Elladan held her. "I know Estella. I wish she were here too, but even though she is not here in person, she is here in our hearts and I know she would be smiling down on you right now." Elladan paused and thought for a moment. "Come with me; I have something to give you that might make you feel better."

Estella wiped her eyes and took her father's hand as he helped her to her feet. "Where are we going?" she asked as she followed Elladan back to the house.

Elladan just smiled. "It is a surprise."

A few minutes later, they arrived at Elladan's room. "Wait here," he said and went to a huge walk in closet. After a minute or two, he came back out carrying a box. "These belonged to your mother, and I think she would want you to have them," Elladan said setting the box on his bed.

"What are they?" Estella asked walking over as her father opened the box.

"Your mother's wedding gown and headpiece. I know you had a dress made for you, but if you wanted to, you could wear this to help you feel like she is right here with you."

Estella gasped as her father pulled out a beautiful silver gown with white and gold trimming. Placing it on the bed, he then reached in and took out a matching headpiece with a white jewel in the middle. "Adar, they are beautiful. I do not know what to say."

"I understand if you wish not to wear them, but if you do, they are yours."

Estella ran her fingers down the soft material. While it was true she had a gown made for her; it was nothing compared to this. She had only decided on a simple white dress since she did not wish to trouble the seamstress on such short notice. "I would love to wear this Ada, thank you," she said hugging her father.

Elladan returned the embrace. "Now, I think you had better go and get ready. Arwen is probably wondering where you are at and the ceremony is to start soon."

Smiling, Estella took the gown and headpiece and ran to her room feeling much happier. As soon as she left, Elrohir arrived looking solemn. "Elrohir, what is wrong?"

"Now, before I tell you, you must promise not to make a scene."

Elladan's eyes narrowed. "Thranduil is here isn't he?"

Elrohir nodded. "Please, do not make a scene. He is Legolas' father, and if it were not for him, Estella probably would not be here."

"If it was not for him, my wife might still be alive, and I would not have missed nineteen years of my daughter's life!" Elladan snapped.

Elrohir sighed. He knew it would take a miracle to convince his brother not to throttle Thranduil. "Elladan, I beg you, please for your daughter, just let this go. Do not ruin the most important day of her life by getting into a fight with Thranduil."

Elladan knew his brother was right; he had to control his temper for his daughter's sake. That did not mean he could not talk to him in private while everyone was getting situated. "Very well, I promise for my daughter's sake not to cause a scene, but that does not mean I will not have words with him later." Before Elrohir could respond, Elladan stormed out of the room to go and greet his "guest."

Oh, Valar, please do not let him do anything foolish, Elrohir pleaded to himself before he followed Elladan out to greet Thranduil.

Thranduil had just arrived in Imladris and was being welcomed by Glorfindel. Elrond apparently was busy greeting all the other guests as they arrived. The wedding was due to start in just under an hour, and Thranduil wanted to find his son before he bound himself to Estella.

Glorfindel had just finished handing the reigns of Thranduil's horse to a nearby stable hand when he saw Elladan walking stiffly towards them. Oh no, this cannot be good, he thought to himself.

Stopping only a few inches from Thranduil, Elladan noticed the Elvenking was also wearing a slight scowl on his face. "Lord Elladan, it has been far too long," he said bowing his head slightly in respect.

"Not long enough," he retorted earning a disapproving look from Glorfindel.

"Elladan!" Glorfindel snapped. "Watch your tone!"

Elladan bowed. "Forgive me. Please follow me and I will take you to your room." Elladan motioned for Thranduil to follow him, leaving his brother and Glorfindel staring in concern.

When the two arrived in the guest room, Elladan shut the door and turned on Thranduil. "Now let us get one thing clear, Thranduil. The only reason I am tolerating you here at all is because of my daughter. If it were not for her marrying Legolas, I would have you tossed out of here faster than a Nazgûl could ride."

Thranduil smirked making Elladan wish he could smack the look right off his face. "I understand completely. I know you blame me for your wife's disappearance, but…"

"Don't you dare mention my wife. I do not want to hear any of your petty reasons for why you did not help look for her. Just stay out of my way while you are here and we will not have any problems, understand?" Not waiting for Thranduil to reply, Elladan stormed out of the room.

As Elladan was leaving the guest wing, he ran into Legolas who was dressed in his wedding attire. Noticing the angered look on his face, he slowly approached his friend. "Elladan, what is wrong?"

Elladan closed his eyes. "Nothing Legolas, I will be fine. I think I should tell you though your father is here and is in the last room on the left. He is looking for you."

Legolas was in shock. "My father is here? When did he arrive?"

"Not even ten minutes ago, I guess he wished to surprise you."

Legolas nodded in thanks and went to greet his father.

Thranduil knew Elladan would be angry with him; however, he wished that he would allow him to explain why he had not aided him in the search for his wife. Not wanting to start a fight with the young lord, he decided to wait in the room until the ceremony was to begin. He was just sitting down to relax when he heard a knock on the door. Sighing, he got up to answer it, thinking it was probably Elrond coming to greet him. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see it was not Elrond but Legolas. "Legolas!" he exclaimed enveloping him in a tight hug.

Returning the hug, Legolas sighed in happiness. "It is good to see you too, Adar. I did not think you would come."

"I would not miss this day for anything, though I must admit, I think you are rushing a bit too quickly."

Legolas nodded. "I knew you would think that, but something tells me if we do not wed now, we may not be able to in the future. I cannot place my finger on it, but I have this feeling that ill news is on its way." Looking back at his father he raised a brow. "I have a feeling me rushing into this is not the only reason for you to come."

Thranduil chuckled softly. His son was always very perceptive. "No, that is not the only reason, you are right. Legolas, I do not agree with you deciding to stay here. Your place is back in Mirkwood."

"I see," Legolas said slowly. "I know you do not agree, but surely you understand, that I cannot just take Estella away from her family after being reunited with them after so long. I promise you; it is not forever. Estella and I are discussing how we can arrange for us to spend equal time in both places. But let us not worry about that right now, the ceremony is about to begin. Let us go."

Thranduil knew arguing would not fix this right now and so he dropped the matter. After changing into proper clothing, the Elvenking followed his son down to the garden, where the wedding would take place. Upon arriving, many guests met him, including Aragorn. "Welcome, Thranduil king, to Rivendell. I trust your journey was uneventful?"

Thranduil smiled. "It was indeed."

"That is wonderful to hear. Shall I show you to your seat? The ceremony is about to begin."

Thranduil allowed Aragorn to escort him to the family section, where Elrohir, Arwen and even the Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel were already sitting. Not long after he took his seat, Elrond asked for everyone's attention. "Many years ago, under this very garden, I married the beautiful Celebrían, and our son married the lovely Luiniel. And today it brings me great pleasure, to oversee my granddaughter's union to the Prince of Taur-nu-Fuin. I know tradition holds that marriages take place a year after announcing an engagement, but with the ever-increasing darkness, it was decided this marriage would bring much-needed joy and laughter. Now, without further waiting, I am pleased to announce our beautiful bride to be, the Lady Estella." Elrond finished his announcement and motioned toward the back where Elladan was now escorting his daughter.

As Elladan, walked Estella toward the front, Legolas could not help but beam at how beautiful his wife-to-be was. Her hair had been left down, and it fell in waves past her waist, upon her brow sat her mother's wedding tiara which brought out the stars in Estella's eyes. If Legolas thought she looked breathtaking all those months ago, at his father's feast, it was nothing compared to what she looked like now. Long gone, were her mortal features which now were replaced by the fair looks of the Eldar. When she reached the front to where her grandfather and Legolas were waiting, Legolas whispered, "You are beautiful," causing Estella to blush even more than she already was.

Elladan kissed his daughter's cheek and stood to the side. Neither were aware of what was going on around them or what was even being said, for they were lost in one another's gaze. They had no idea how they even managed to repeat the vows. It was only when they had placed the rings on their fingers and heard Elrond announce them, husband and wife; they were brought back to the present.

"May I present to you the newlywed couple Legolas Thranduilion and Estella Elladaniel," Elrond said beaming with pride.

The two were met with a chorus of cheers and were embraced by loved ones. Never had Estella felt so at home and at peace than she was now as she joined in the feasting and dancing. The festivities carried on well into the evening, and none were even aware that even as they celebrated, Legolas made off with his bride to the suite that was prepared for the two where they were not seen for the rest of the night or most of the next day.