Thranduil looked around the table for a possible candidate. All his sons took after his manly good looks and would be easily recognizable by those in Rivendell. Even if they cut or dye their hairs, they could never pass for anything other than Mirkwood Royalty. But the King hesitated to let this matter out of the Royal Halls. If they could send a spy to Rivendell, Elrond could send agents here too.
"Father, perhaps you should consider.." Legolas was about to make a suggestion as who should be the spy.
Thranduil turned and stared at the blond elf, "What did you just call me?"
Legolas did not like the gleam in his father's eyes. Some plans were forming in the King's devious mind. "I called you Father, my King. I am Legolas, your son with .... "
He was interrupted by a rough pat on the back that almost sent him flying across the hall. "Legolas, you enlist tomorrow."