"Son." Thranduil says from his place at the throne of Mirkwood, as regal as ever. "Welcome home."

Legolas kneels in greeting to his father, head bowed like a good elvenprince with his bow and arrow slung over his shoulder, a gift from his sweet mother.

"Father." Legolas greeted regally. "It is good to be home, these are the members of my fellowship, Frodo Baggins the hobbit and-"

That's when you entered the room, his dear mother and the darling wife of Thranduil.

The Queen of the Wood Elves.