I dedicate this last chapter to 4_dark_light for reading and giving me boost to finish the story, I know I have promised two more chapters but I guess this is the end. I hope you will like how this chapter has turned out. For a bonus though you can visit NImruzirFanfiction and read her stories, she's a very talented one and I'm sure you wi like her stories.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Lord of the rings nor The Hobbit and all of it's characters they all belong to J.R.R Tolkien. This fanfiction/story is just a product of my imagination.

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THRANDUIL'S POV

The journey to the white lake took three days and two nights of barely resting. I need to reach the place as fast as I can. I can't let that wizard turn my son against me.

I admit, I have been not a good father but I love my son. He's the only one who has been anchoring me to middle earth. I know I am being a hypocrite right now and I don't have the right to say that I love my son considering the way I had treated him and now that he is gone I'm regretting what I did.

"My King you should rest for we have one more day to travel before we reach the place," Arphenion said as he offered me a small smile.
"I'm not a good father," I whispered but I knew he heard it.

I can feel Arphenions heavy gaze on me for a second but after a while he sighed.

"Well, yes, you have been an excuse of a father for treating your own child so coldly and harshly even though you know that he needed you," he answered and I'll be lying if I said that I was not hurt because he is saying the truth.
"It's just, it's been hard for me ever since his mother died..." I trailed off.
"But that is not a valid excuse for you to neglect your child Thranduil and I want you to treat him better show him love after we rescue him," he said but I have my doubts. I fear that we may be too late.
"What if we are already late? What if my son doesn't want to see me again or be with me?" I voiced out my fears.
"Then you should spend the rest if your life showing him how you love and cherish him. Legolas is a sweet child, innocent and pure hearted, he is not capable of unforgiveness or hatred specially towards you," I looked up at him and he gave me a smile.

Yes indeed my Legolas is a sweet child and I'll do everything in my power to be with him.

The following morning we rode hard, with little rest. I don't want my warriors to be weary but we need to be fast and I can also feel how impatient and anxious they are. It just shows that they love Legolas.

We entered the border of the white lake and from there we proceeded slowly since we are unfamiliar with this place. Every minute that we got near the heart of this place had my heart pounding and my fears amplified then out of nowhere shadows suddenly appeared.

A battle ensued and it is not easy, comlared to battlong spiders and orcs it's hard to defeat this creatures for they always rises up after every blow.

"Your highness, we will make a path for you please proceed and bring back the prince," Arphenion shouted and I nodded.

I was not supposed to leave my warriors, as their king I should fight with them but fatherly instincts would not let me stay.

I looked around and saw my warriors looking at me and they made a nod reassuring me that they will be alright.

I let my horse leave after I have reached a house carved out of trees. The branchess of the trees were entwined making an enclosure that served as the walls and roof of the house. I carefully trudged forward holding my sword tighter when suddenly the branches parted revealing an entrance.

I entered and saw Faeron casually sitting on a wooden chair while drinking tea.

"Hmmm, that was fast you're here earlier than I expected," he said nonchalantly.
"Where's my son?" I asked in my cold voice while glaring at the wizard.
"Ah, Thranduil you are overly eager, why not sit down for a moment and join me for tea," that statement ticked me off.
"I'm not here for tea or small talk or whatever you have in your mind. I am here for my son where is he?" I asked my patience is thinning and the more that this sore in the eye brushes off my statement the more my patience is vanishing.
"Your son, oh yes Legolas. He is a joy to have and I am delighted that he is now in my care," he said like he doesn't feel my anger. "You see he doesn't want to see you and he said that you do not love him nor care for him, that is why he agreed to stay with me," he smiled at me, smugly liked he already won.
"You are lying," I narrowed my eyes and observed him.
"I am not, why not ask him yourself then?" as he said that another door appeared and opened, there my beloved son is busy playing.

I tentatively stepped forward while watching Faeron with guarded stance. When he didn't move, I proceeded to a wide open garden. The place was vast, there were wild flowers all around and the grass were so green. There was also a lake full of crystal water.

I saw my son playing with animals, he was so happy and content that I do not have the heart to call out to him.

"Ada?" a small, almost shy voice called to me.

I looked straight at my son's eyes, hus blue orbs are sparkling under the light.

"Ion-nin," I smiled at tge shocked expression of my son, he was so innocent. "I'm here to take you home," I said with a soft smile.

I saw how his expression has changed from innocence to anger to fear. He's afraid to go home.

"Please ion-nin," I walked towards him while he stepped back away from me.

"But-but y-you do-don't want m-me a-anymore," he answered. "You don't love me anymore," he added as droplets of tears on by one cascaded from his eyes beautiful eyes.

I dropped my swords and embraced my son. I felt my own tears fall as my heart broke at the sight of my son hurting because of me.

"I have never hated you my little prince, I want you to know that I love you so much, you are my most precious that I am sorry for all the bad I have done to you. Please forgive me," I whispered which earned me a full blown cry from Legolas.

The way he was tightly embracing me with his little hands has warmed my heart.

'I would never let him go.' I promised to myself.

'He is your gift, treasure him for he will play a very important role in the salvation of middle earth as much as he will be your own light in this world of darkness. Remember that well Thranduil.'

A voice whispered and as I look around the house was gone and so was faeron we were left in the middle of a beatiful meadow. I smiled.

"Indeed he is a gift, a precious gift." I whispered to the wind.

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And that is the end of this short journey, I hope I didn't disappoint all of you my readers. Thanks for sticking to this short story of mine.