"Where is he now?" I ask on of my guards.

"We are still looking my king." He lowers his head.

"He is obviously going to where the spider's lead." Gandalf the White points out.

I look down.

"Why do wizards always insight the worst of us?" I ask.

"Thranduil, do not blame your son's disappearance on us! He is doing this for the entire haven of woodland elves!" Gandalf the White slams his staff down.

"I was afraid of this." I mutter.

He's always trying to be a hero. I should've kept a closer eye on him. He's always trying. 

"Thranduil, you must have faith in Legolas." Gandalf the White says.

"I know, but a father's faith is outweighed by his worry of who he is traveling with." I say.

"What is so wrong about his travel mates? He is traveling with Aragorn son of Arathorn and Gimli son of Glion." Gandalf the White asks.

"It is a dwarf that I do not trust. Forgive me, but his kind and ours has never really been friends." I say.

"That is something that you must change for all of our sakes." Gandalf the White huffs.

"Find him, please." I say.

"It is not up to me or you. It is up to Legolas alone." Gandalf the White huffs.