"I have a gift for you, Father. For the Year End celebration." Legolas felt a bit silly all of a sudden. Not two nights ago, his company had chased a large herd of wargs far south. Legolas killed nineteen wargs that night. In a sudden urge, he took from each a tooth and later linked them into a chain. He decided to present his father with it, as a symbol of his dedication to freeing their realm from the Darkness. But now he thought, what if the King merely saw them as teeth?

King Thranduil looked at the teeth hanging from a simple cord. He smiled slowly. "From the battle the other night, yes? Thank you, Legolas. I shall wear it tomorrow night at the celebration." Relieved, Legolas smiled his thanks then and left his father's office.

Thranduil looked at the necklace thoughtfully. "A child of Mirkwood indeed."