~ This story was requested by @bloody-inspirated ; you are Legolas' mother and you're forced to leave Mirkwood for your own protection. After a few years you come back when Thranduil tells you the war is over. When you left Legolas was only three years old, now he's a grown-up and doesn't know you're his mother.

I hope this was what you imagined, enjoy the story. ~

Thranduil came running down the hallway. Only a slight hint of fear in his eyes and an unreadable mask on his face. 'What's wrong?' you ask immediately, worried by seeing him like this. You had been reading in the library when you heard screams coming from outside. Thranduil doesn't answer you but grabs your hand and takes you to the stables downstairs. His grip is tight, you're unable to withdraw your hand but you do try. 'Where are we going? What's going on?' you yell but he still doesn't answer your questions. A guard comes running down a staircase, his sword in his hands. 'My lord, they have taken the highest tower, it won't be long before...' he starts but Thranduil puts his hand in the air, silencing him.

'Do what needs to be done' he orders. The guard nods and walks back up the stairs. 'Are we under attack?' you ask, realization finally dawning on you. 'I can help, we must go back to help our kin in this fight!' you cry out. Thranduil still doesn't answer you but keeps on dragging you down the stairs. When you reach the stables you see two guards sitting on their horses, with your horse standing in the middle. Thranduil takes you to the horse and spins around. 'You don't have much time, you need to leave this forest right now. Go to Imladris, they will help you there. Don't look back and don't come back until you get my letter' he says with a stern voice. 'I'm not going anywhere without you. How do you expect me to leave when you are in danger?'

He lays a soft hand on your cheek and kisses you softly. He pulls back and locks his eyes with you. 'This wasn't a request.' Immediately he puts his hands on your hips and lifts you on your horse. 'Make sure she doesn't get hurt' he hisses to the guards. 'But what about Legolas? I can't leave my son here' you say bewildered as another guard opens the gates. 'I will send two more guards to take Legolas to Imladris' Thranduil says. Before you can answer him the guards give the horses the signal to start running, and you can do nothing more then look back at your husband in disbelief. Thranduil stays behind, watching the distance built between him and his One. 'First I need to know that you're safe' he murmurs after you disappear behind the trees.

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You weren't made for this. Waiting for a letter from your husband, telling you that it was safe to come home. Of course you had been more then welcome to stay in Imladris as long as you needed but you hadn't expected to stay here for more then fifty years. After you left your Kingdom behind you learned what happened. The orcs had found their way into Mirkwood. At first the guards thought they were able to keep them at a distance but suddenly their numbers grew. They had to run back to their King, informing him of the threat that was coming awfully close. But it was already to late. The orcs had already found their way towards the castle and no matter how hard the elves tried, they weren't able to destroy all of them.

Thranduil had no other option then to send you to a safe place. He wouldn't let anything happen to his beloved nor his son, so he said. When you left he told you he would send Legolas here as well. But after fifty years you still hadn't seen him. Maybe something happened with the guards who were supposed to bring him to Imladris. Yet, you were sure Thranduil would have let you know if anything happened to your son. Or maybe he didn't know it either. These doubts plagued your mind and haunter your dreams. There were times where you had tried to escape Imladris, but Galadriel knew what you were trying to do before you even realized it yourself. She would tell you to wait for the letter Thranduil would send to you. But you still hadn't got any letter from him.

No one told you much about the war going on at the Woodland Realms. They only told you that it had cost many lives. You often wandered if your husband and son were still alive. You didn't understand how a war could go on for as long as fifty years. Surely they would have won or lost by now? You were walking around in your bedroom, thinking about all the possibilities why you were still here, when you heard a knock on your door. 'Who's there?' you asked, already knowing who it was. 'It's me, my lady' a soft voice spoke from behind the door. 'Enter.' The door opened and a young, black haired elf walked in. 'I came here to bring this letter to you, it was brought here early this morning by a bird from the Woodland Realms' she said and handed you the letter.

For a moment you hesitated to open the letter and just looked at the paper in your hands. 'Are you alright, my lady?' the elf asked. You nodded your head. 'I'm fine. You can leave now.' The elf bowed and left your room. You recognized his signature handwriting. So at least he didn't die during the war. Carefully you opened the letter and unfolded it.

My beloved,

I hope you're doing well after all these years. I haven't received a letter from Galadriel, informing me if you got to Imladris or not. Sadly I didn't find an opportunity to come to Imladris myself. There are two guards on their way to get you back home to me and our son.

He's still alive and I'm sorry I didn't send him to Imladris as I told you I would. I understand you must have been worried about him when he didn't came to Imladris like yourself. There were complications and I couldn't risk the chance of sending him off. Looking back on it now I shouldn't have risked your life either. I shouldn't have send you away from the safety of our Kingdom.

Write me a letter when the guards arrive and you begin your journey back to me. Let me know if anything goes wrong and I will send more guards to protect you.

Your love,

Thranduil

Tears are rolling down your face. Finally you know for sure your son is still alive. He didn't die like you thought he had. You get up slowly and walk towards your window. Two guards from the Woodland Realm stand outside, sitting on their horse, with your horse in the middle. Waiting for you to come down and follow them to the Woodland Realms.

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The Kingdom hadn't changed a bit. The walls were still the same, as was the smell of the hallways. You took a deep breath and enjoyed the many sounds around you. Finally you were home. 'My lady, the King has requested your presence in the Meeting Room' the guard to your left says. You nod your head and gesture for him to lead the way. With every step you took you could feel more tension flowing through your body. You would finally see him again, after all these years. Maybe your son would be there as well. You couldn't wait to see how he grew up. He had only been three years of age when you had to leave the Kingdom. It had been fifty years since you last hold him and read to him when he couldn't sleep.

The guard who lead the way stopped in front of a giant door and made way for you to knock. But you didn't want to take the time to knock. You hadn't seen them for fifty years, a door wouldn't stop you from seeing them as soon as possible. You threw the door open and stride into the room. Thranduil stands on the other side of the room. Showing an angry look before he realizes who just walked in. His mouth drops a little when he sees you. '(Y/N)?' he asks, not believing his own eyes. You start crying and it only takes him a few steps before he stands next to you, holding you tight in his arms. He rubs your back and buries his nose in your hair. 'I have missed you so much' he says, his voice thick with emotion.

You bury your head in his shoulder and just sob. It doesn't matter to you what other elves might think when they hear you cry, you finally have your husband back. 'You don't know how hard it's been to not jump on my horse and join the fight' you sob. Thranduil smiles while trying to control his own tears. 'I guess we felt the same way, my love' he says. 'Dad? Who is this?' Thranduil withdraws and turns around. You look up from his shoulder and see a tall, blonde haired elf standing in the middle of the room. He looks at you with a frown on his face. He reminds you of someone, he reminds you of a three year old elfling with the same eyes and the same beautiful hair. 'Legolas?' you ask softly.

Thranduil places his hands behind his back and smiles. 'Legolas, my son, this is your mother.' A silence hangs in the room as the two of you just stare at each other. Legolas takes a deep breath and suddenly lunges forward, throwing himself in your embrace. You hug him tightly and can't help the tears from rolling down, ruïning his clothes. 'I thought I would never know you' Legolas says as he looks at you, his eyes taking in every detail of his mother. 'And I thought I would never see you as the grown-up elf I knew you would become' you say in admiration. 'Promise you will never leave us again' Legolas asks, afraid of the thought of you leaving them again. Thranduil places a hand on both of your shoulders and looks at you. 'Don't worry, we will never let her leave again.'