Author's Note: Here it is! Sorry for the late update, I had writer's block for where to go with this story. It will probably end shortly.

Ion-nin: son

Adar: father

I realize that they would probably speak Silvan to each other, but we'll say that they use Sindarin when they are alone.

Legolas didn't know what to think. Of course I don't want to talk to him, he ignored me almost completely for half a century, save the times he was giving orders. The other part of him said, Give him a chance, everybody makes mistakes. Neither side really won. He went to his chambers to sit and think about anything but his father. Or his king, as that would better describe their relationship at the current moment.

Thranduil, at this moment, could best be described as confused. He sat in his chambers with Mainor, who had indeed heard Tauriel and Legolas's conversation quite well, and had been filled in on the rest by Tauriel. The king was distraught over what he heard. His son made it seem as if he wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

"There has got to be more to the story Mainor."

"I am aware of that my king, but I have absolutely no idea how to find that out. He will undoubtedly ignore this topic of conversation from this day forth."

"Does he keep a log of any kind?"

"Are you asking me to snoop into the private affairs of my future king?"

Thranduil raised an eyebrow. "No sir I am not." Mainor breathed a sigh of relief, but Thranduil was not done, "I am asking you to bring the log to my chambers for me to read."

"How do I make sure he does not come back in his chambers while it is gone, my king?"

"What does he do on Wednesdays?"

"Training, sir."

"Wonderful. Tell them that tomorrow is an all-day training day. Enlist the help of Tauriel if need be, but try not to tell her what we are doing. The intrusion of privacy may not seem as morally justified to all members of this kingdom."

"Right away sir."

The next day an unsuspecting Legolas went off to training in the , being instructed to keep him occupied all day, also had no idea what was going guards-in-training headed out to the woods for a surprise all-day training session.

Meanwhile, Mainor snuck into the Prince's chambers. He wasn't exactly sure where to begin looking for his log, but after a quick glance, he saw it laying on the table. He quickly snatched it up and left, careful to hide it lest any stray eyes ask him what he was holding. Or for there be witnesses should this deed come to light.

Arriving at Thranduil's door, he knocked. The door opened before he made the third rap and he almost punched his king in the face.

"I-I have the-"

"GIve it to me and come in, Mainor." Thranduil interrupted.

Mainor awkwardly walked in and shut the door behind Thranduil. Thranduil immediately opened it and flipped through the pages. Every once in a while he stopped and read something, but found nothing. Eventually he got close to the back and just stopped.

Thranduil froze. Mainor looked intently at him, trying to find out what was wrong. The king dropped the book and buried his face in his hands.

"What is it?" Mainor asked.

Thranduil just shook his head, "I can't say. I can't say. I wish I had not read it. I can't say."

"Well I can't help if I don't know what's wrong."

"He doesn't want to talk to me. He thinks I abandoned him."

Mainor raised an eyebrow. He kind of did abandon him. "I am sorry, my King."

Thranduil just waved his hand, "Take the book back. I don't want to see it anymore."

Mainor did as he was told. The whole way back to Legolas's chambers he fought with himself, debating whether he should read it or not. In the end he decided to. He flipped to the book till he was a quarter from the end. The words glared at him.

I don't believe my Father will speak to me again. I haven't seen him in a long time. I do not know what I have done to deserve this, but it seems he has abandoned me. Should he choose to try to reconcile with me, I am not sure I would accept it. I would be incredibly surprised if he paid me any attention anymore.

Mainor slammed the book closed. He didn't want to believe what he had just read. It could not be true. Thranduil wanted nothing more than to speak to his son, but his son was not interested. Speaking to him. Mainor wasn't sure who he felt bad for.

Meanwhile Thranduil sat stone still in his chambers. He had not moved an inch while Mainor had left him. All he could think of was how he had messed up. He wished he could go back in time and change what he had done. Unfortunately he could not. His only hope was to fix himself now. And fix himself he would.

He rose from his throne and marched through the palace. All heads turned to see their king looking something other than stoic. He made his way past his own chambers and to his son's. He pushed open the door to see Mainor and Legolas staring at each other with crossed arms. When he took a step in both turned their heads to look at him.

Legolas looked surprised. Not necessarily in a good way, but he was not exactly horrified either.

Mainor looked frightened. He must have feared Legolas was going to practice his archery skills on him.

Thranduil stepped in the room and walked between the two. "What is going on here?" he asked.

Legolas answered, "I found him snooping around outside my chambers. I wanted a private moment to myself, and it is hard to do so when he is always afoot." He then made a face as if he should not have added the last bit. He didn't want to give away the fact that he had been at the meeting. He had never noticed Mainor before, a fact that embarrassed him.

Thranduil and Mainor were both relieved that he suspected nothing of the miscreant deed they had committed.

The king addressed Mainor, "Mainor, if you do not mind, you can leave for a moment. I will speak to you in the throne room when I am done here." Mainor nodded and left, glad to be away for a moment.

Thranduil turned to Legolas, "I never meant to ignore you ion-nín."

"What did you want then?" Legolas asked not looking as if this was a conversation he wanted to be having. Fortunately, Thranduil was looking at his hands, not his son's face.

Thranduil took a deep breath. "Your mother." Legolas, whose face had formerly been one of defiance, now appeared to see things in a new light. Thranduil continued, "You look so much like her. It was so hard for me to look at you at first. I made a mistake. I should never have left you."

Legolas moved a little closer to his father. "I think I understand now. I believe you, but I don't know if I can forgive you yet. I am going to try adar."

"Thank you," Thranduil breathed a sigh of relief. "That was what I came for. I do not wish to bother you." Standing up, he exited the room and went to meet Mainor.

Upon arrival to his throne he found Mainor pacing. "How did it go, my King?"

"I told him, and then left him to think." Thranduil was not in a mood for conversation. He wanted to sit and ponder how splendidly the day had gone. All he needed to hear was a word of confirmation from his son that he was forgiven. But Tauriel had heard. And she did not want Legolas to forgive Thranduil just yet.

A/N: Can I get reviews? What did you think of how Thranduil acted?