Title: An Arrow in the Looking Glass

Characters: Legolas, Aragorn, Thranduil, Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, and OC's

Rating: PG-13 just to be safe

Disclaimer: The recognizable characters don't belong to me.

Summary: The Prince of Mirkwood disappears after a major fight with his father, the King. Twelve years later, a blonde haired elf shows up in Rivendell with no memory of who he is. Can Elrond and his sons help the elf remember who he is?


"Ada, may I seek your consul?" asked a young elf who by looks couldn't be more than 20 in mortal years.

"Yes, Ion nin, what can I do for you?" asked Thranduil, King of Mirkwood, as his son approached the throne.

The young elf, Prince Legolas Greenleaf Thranduilion of Mirkwood, as he was known to his people as, paused a minute. He was never this nervous to approach his father before. But this was important, how he could tell his beloved Adar that he didn't want to be a Prince anymore. He just wanted to be Legolas, the best archer in Mirkwood, not PRINCE Legolas. He hated his royal life, it was almost like he was born into the wrong body. And he had reached his breaking point this morning, when one of the servants picked out his clothes for him, something that he had been doing for himself for what seemed like two thousand years. He decided to just to get it out.

"Idontwanttobeaprinceanymore,Adar,IjustwanttobeLegolas!" There he said it, but he said it very quickly, and Thranduil gave him a really odd look.

"What was that Ion nin?" Thranduil asked, puzzled but couldn't understand his son at all.

"I DON"T WANT TO BE A PRINCE ANYMORE ADA!" Legolas all but shouted.

Thranduil sighed, this wasn't the first time Legolas has said this to him. It was always the same excuse he gave too. He hated when elves pestered him for attention, and he loathed when anyone bowed down in respect for the prince.

"Legolas, we've been through this," Thranduil said raising his voice slightly in warning.

"I know Adar, but I've had it, this time I mean it, I cant take it anymore." He paused slightly. "My Lord, I wish to abdicate," Legolas said as he bowed his head.

Thranduil looked at his son angrily. This was the first time that his son was this serious about it. He had never used 'My Lord' before. Something must have happened. He decided to ask his son about this.

"Legolas, what happened?" asked Thranduil.

Legolas never even looked up. "Nothing," he muttered.

"What was that?" asked Thranduil getting real angry now.

"Nothing Adar, okay." Legolas said very snobbishly.

That was Thranduil's breaking point. He had had it with his son. He stood up, approached his son, and smacked him hard across the face.

Legolas didn't even yell out. He simply lifted up his head to stare at his adar. He was looking at him angrily. That was Legolas's breaking point. He did something that he had never done before. He lifted his hand and smacked his adar where he was just smacked a few seconds before.

Thranduil, with that was now furious at his son. Had he been a common subject, he would have been thrown in the dungeon and left to rot. He could feel in his bond with his child that Legolas was feeling anger, hatred, and above all betrayal at the moment, but he ignored it in his own anger.

"Legolas Greenleaf Thrandulion..." Thranduil shouted.

Legolas by then realized what he did with tears beginning to run down his eyes, "Ada, I'm, I'm"

" Prince Legolas Thranduilion," Thranduil shouted putting extra emphasis on the Prince part, "you wanted to abdicate, so you may. You wanted to be an unknown you will be. For now on, your just Legolas. Happy now?"

Legolas's eyes widened up. Not only did his Adar allow him to abdicate, he also took away his claim to his son, his surname, going beyond anything Legolas ever thought would happen. "Ada..." Legolas said.

"Get out of my site, elf!" Thranduil hissed.

Not wanting to anger his Adar any further, he turned and ran from the throne room, never once looking back.

Legolas, upon running from the throne room, ran into his room and locked the door, and threw himself on his bed, and just cried. It was something he hadn't done in at least one millennium. He felt like a little elfling again whose mother had just sailed West to Valinor. Legolas, after many long minutes, calmed down enough to look around his room. There were paintings on the wall. Some were paintings of Mirkwood when it was still known as Greenwood the Great; others were of him and his family. One painting made him sadder than anything. It was a painting of him as a real young elfling. No more than a few years old, Oropher was still King. It was a painting of him, his mother and father, and his Grandparents. His father was holding him ever so gently but lovingly, a smile upon his face. Oropher's hand was on Thranduil's shoulder, while having a very unkinglike look upon his face looking at his grandson. His father loved him then, what had happened just now that made him give up all rights to his son? At that point Legolas did the only thing he could, he packed a few possessions into a sack, and climbed out the window and down the tree that was next to the window. He quietly made his way to the stable and took out his horse, and rode away into the sunset, what he didn't know, was that from a window in the throne room, a lone figure stood and watched him ride away with tears running down his bright ice-blue eyes...