A/N: so this was, honestly, supposed to be a one shot. But getting this many follows, favs and reviews on one chapter, plus messages telling me to continue.. Well, I couldn't resist continuing! Thank you so much for every review or follow or favourite, I appreciate your support and everything :)

I've been stalling this until now, but hey that's just me. I always write the best whenever I'm stressed (aka I have 2 tests tomorrow and when I had exams)

Enjoy~

"Adar?" Legolas asked worriedly, moving himself to sit up. His arms collapsed under his weight as he let out a yelp and fell back to the bed, panting. A sharp pain shot through his abdomen when he tried to move, and he bit back a groan of pain. "Why am I hurt?"

Thranduil bit his lip, moving to help Legolas back into place. "You don't remember." He said, more of a statement than a question. "You don't remember anything."

Furrowing his eyebrows together, Legolas tried to level his breathing before he spoke again. He still remembered everything. Maybe he'd forgotten the last bit, where he got hurt, but he still remembered everything else. He remembered his name, his father, his mother, his life... He knew everything. Why was his father so sad? "I remember."

Thranduil shook his head, standing up. "No, Legolas, you do not. You do not remember."

"I know who I am! I know who you are, and who Naneth is-"

"Legolas, please. Get some rest for now. We will speak later."

Before his son could protest, Thranduil headed outside the room. He lingered by the doorway. "Get some sleep, ion nin. Do not fret over it. I have some matters to look after. I will come back to you in a couple of hours. Be sure to get your rest. I'll bring you a healer when you awaken."

His son nodded slowly, for in his mind, he was, still, Ada's little child. He rested his head against the pillow and offered his father a smile, and when Thranduil smiled back, albeit with a hint of worry and pain, Legolas allowed himself to close his eyes and drift into sleep.

Thranduil handed the letter to his messenger. "This is urgent. Elrond must see to it as soon as he can. Do not forget to emphasize its importance."

The messenger bowed. "Yes, my lord."

"Very well. You may be on your way." Thranduil said, dismissing him. He let out a harsh exhale. He had dealt with memory loss before, but never had it been this major; Legolas had forgotten around two thirds of his life! He paced back and forth, deep in thought. He had told Legolas that he'd lost some memory. In fact, he couldn't have hid it, even if he had wanted to. Legolas knew he forgot something when he woke up wounded and in bed.

However, what really worried Thranduil, was Legolas' reaction once he had found that his mother was dead. He would not speak to Legolas of it yet; he could not risk losing his again. When Legolas' mother died, Legolas had isolated himself and refused to speak to anyone but the trees for three years. For three years, he simply followed his father's commands, blindly, unresponsive and blank. He'd stopped coming to the parties; in fact, he'd stopped sleeping in the palace altogether.

Thranduil did not want to risk that happening again.

But on his behalf, he knew that he could have helped Legolas when his mother passed away. Had he not been so depressed and in agony, he might have had some time to comfort his son. He shook his head in guilt, Elrond's words still clear in his mind.

"Thranduil, please. I know that you are in grief, but so is your son. You are both mourning over your wife, and you were so close to him. He needs you by his side now, as you need him. You will lose him, Thranduil. I am warning you. The son that was once so close to you? That looked up to you? He will think of you as no more than a king. Take this as a chance to get closer to him, not to drive him further away from you." Elrond had said.

Snorting, Thranduil shook his head. "Elrond, he is a grown boy. He will get over it. But I... She is my wife, Elrond. She is my life-"

"You are more of a grown man than he is! At least, you are supposed to be. She was a wife to you but she is a mother to him. She was close to his heart. Losing her will greatly affect him, as it will you." Elrond gritted.

"You do not understand!" Thranduil hissed in his drunken state. "You do not."

Elrond stood up. "I have lost my wife too, Thranduil. I do understand. I simply hope you understand what death truly means, too. Do not come to me when you feel your son s being different with you. I worry for him. Isolating himself like this will not help him."

With that, he had left the room, leaving an uncaring Thranduil behind.

Thranduil shook his head at the memory. Everything Elrond had said was true. Legolas had needed him, greatly, and he had let him down. Even on the last patrol they went to... Legolas had attempted to speak to him normally, like a son would with his father, but Thranduil had let him down again. They never spoke to each other unless Thranduil had called to Legolas for information about the patrols or the soldiers.

Nonetheless, this was his chance to bond with his son once more. In his head, Legolas still believed that his father was the same man he was before his wife's death. Although Thranduil doubted he could be that man, he promised himself he would try. Until Leolas regained his memory.

And perhaps even after that.

He began to make his way back to Legolas' chambers, hoping that his son would be awake by now. He'd ordered the cooks to prepare a small meal for Legolas so it would not hurt his disturbed stomach any further.

What really bothered Thranduil was that he would never understand why Legolas had jumped to fight that spider. He had seen Legolas climbing the trees, preparing to shoot down some of them. So why had he jumped down to the spider?

He'd gotten hit by the spider to his head, the healer had said. A possible concussion. He had not mentioned any memory loss, though. He'd also said that the way the spider fell onto Legolas was the reason Legolas' abdomen had a deep cut; or of the spider's legs had fallen right into his abdomen, piercing right through. Legolas would, apparently, be having a very hard time keeping any food down.

Slowly opening the door once he had reached his son's chambers, he found that Legolas was indeed awake. He was staring off into the distance, into the forests he could see from the windows. His ears perked, and though Thranduil knew Legolas knew he was in the room, Legolas did not move.

"I hope you rested well." Thranduil said. He tried to sound gentle, he really did. Yet being gentle had become something far from him now. Whereas he used to be one of the most gentle elves on middle earth, he was no one of the most harsh people. In his head, he saw himself holding his son close and apologizing, speaking gently. But when it came to actions... Thranduil could not get his voice or body to cooperate.

Legolas looked at him. "Yes. As well as I could have rested, anyways."

"Is the pain still there?"

Legolas raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes. It has lessened but it is still there. The herbs must have worn off." He replied, sounding a bit saddened.

Thranduil paced around the room, hands joined behind his back. "I will call a healer. The food should be here anytime soon." He said after a while, forcing a smile. With the way Legolas grimaced, Thranduil realised his attempt for a smile had failed.

It must be awful for Legolas, Thranduil thought. Waking up one day and finding that your father has become a different elf altogether. He stood in the hallway, by the door to the chambers. "Bring the healer." He ordered one of the guards. The guard nodded and scurried off immediately.

"Adar..."

Thranduil turned back into the room. "Yes?"

"Where is Naneth? Surely she would have come to check on me by now. She would not have left my side." He looked up at his father, their gazes locking. Legolas' eyes were full of fear and hurt. "It's unlike her to do this."

"Your mother has visited Lothlorien." Thranduil lied swiftly. "She left two days ago, and she will be back in a week. I did send to her to come home as quickly as she could, though. Once she is finished her business she will return."

Legolas nodded, brightening once more. "How did I get injured?"

"We were on a patrol." Thranduil answered. "I'm not sure why you jumped in front of the spider, but you did. You killed it and got harmed in return."

When Legolas remained quiet for the next two minutes,Thranduil looked at him. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he seemed perplexed. Thranduil raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter?"

Legolas gulped slowly and looked up to his father. "Spiders? Why would I kill a spider?"

And Thranduil bit back a groan as he realised that Mirkwood in Legolas' head was still currently Greenwood the Great.

A/N: a bridge chapter, hopefully more action in the next one!