"Your home. Your past." But nothing.. 'recent'. Whether because none of those were taken, or because Thranduil won't tell him they were.

Legolas wraps his arms around his father's neck with a muffled sound. He doesn't know if a few memories changes much, if it is only the ones Thranduil has mentioned, but memories from those times, of those places, cannot be remade. And he knows his father loved (loves) Menegroth.