Hello! (Bonjour!) This is XxxLegolasloverxxX with another story. I know I just started another story, but I just had this come to my head and have to do it!

This is about Legolas' mother (flashbacks only) and Father I DON'T KNOW IF LEGOLAS HAS SIBLINGS OR NOT I'VE READ IN EVER ARTICAL ABOUT (ORLADNO BLOOM PLAYING) LEGOLAS AND NOTHING SHOWED ME THAT HE HAD SIBLINGS, SO I'LL MAKE SOME UP

Legolas has three older brothers:

Dûrion (Adrian) OLDEST
Ainion (Angelo) TWIN OF THALION}
Thalion (Bijan) TWIN OF AINION}

AND LEGOLAS IS THE YOUNNGEST CHILD

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Title: A parent's worse Dream Come true.

Summary: A boy needs his mother and Father. There's no doubt about it. What happens when Legolas is kidnapped?

Enjoy! :)

"Ada!" Came a cry. A father looked up from his desk That was not ordinary cry of laughter or anything of the sort. It was a cry of sadness or fear. And he was right, in came a blonde haired blue-eyed child with tears in his eyes.
Thranduil was caught off gaurd by this scene and was troubled to see his son crying.

"Legolas? What' is wrong?" Thranduil asked his crying son. Legolas ran up to his father and held on to his knees.

"Ada..." Legolas cried.

"Legolas?" He asked again.

"I-I...I didn't mean to." Legolas cried.

"Legolas, what did you do? What is wrong?" Legolas pulled out a white rose from his pocket, it was ruiened and some of it's petals were coming off.

"I-I fell and landed on them, it was an accident!" Thranduil smiled softly and held the rose. Well, he wouldn't call it a rose anymore, becuase it was pretty much gone. The king looked at his crying son.

"Oh, Legolas, you truly are a sensitive Elf." Just then there was a huge clap of thunder followed by a bash of lightning. Then thunder again. Legolas ran under his father's desk and curled up in a ball.

"My little, Greenleaf, it's only a storm...Come to Ada." Legolas did as he was told and Legolas' father put him in his lap.

"What's a summer without a summer storm, Legolas?" He asked.

"I don't know." Legolas answered. "Ada?"

"Yes?" The king looked at his son.

"Where are Dûrion, Ainon, and Thalion?" He asked. His father smiled, Legolas had some pretty overprotctive brothers. They were every where together. They taught Legolas some of their skills he adapted from quickly. Legolas truly had everything. He was the most spoiled Prince of them all and that's how Legolas liked it.

"I don't know, but I do know they are in here somewhere."

"Ada?" Legolas yawned.

"You are tired, Legolas."

"No I'm not." Legolas yawned again. Thranduil smiled at Legolas' act of childness. Legolas was still a small Elfling and needed rest just like any other elfling. Thranduil carried Legolas to his sleeping chambors and laid Legolas (who had passed out) on his bed.

"Rest, my Greenleaf." Thranduil smiled at Legolas. He took a long look at Legolas and said to himself. "If only his mother were here." Legolas' mother died a few minutes after Legolas was born. She died giving birth to her last son. And becuase of her death, Thranduil had to also play a little bit of the "mother" roll to Legolas. But he had admitted, he had softened up becuase of it.

He took another look at his son and smiled. Closing the door gently.

Cough! Cough! Was the sound Legolas made for the past two days. He was really sick and in need of more then just rest.

"What's wrong with, Legolas?" The king turned to see his oldest son, Dûrion. He had long blonde-silver hair. and Bright brown eyes. A split image of his father. So were Ainion and Thalion. Legolas was the only one who looked just like his mother.

"He's sick, Dûrion. He cannot play today"

"I know that, I'm eight hundred years old!"

"ho a' esta Ion nin!" Dûrion nodded and walked out of the room. The twins followed him the both looked back to Legolas who coughed harder now. Thranduil looked at his son, worrying he was going to be worse then ill. But Elves don't get ill. They shouldn't. But then again, There's a first for everything. Elves might not get sick like humans, their bodies get rid of the infection faster then humans do.

The Healers came into the room.

"is it serious?" The king asked.

One healerd nodded her head no. "Not too bad, I'm sure it's just a bug and will go away after a while. For now, let him rest." A loud couch entered the room once more and the worried king got really edgy.

"He will be fine?"

"Yes. We have given him medication, he should live."

"Thank you."

"Tell the prince we tell him to Quel esta" The kind nodded and turned his attnetion to his sick son. His hair was everywhere and his face was paler then normal. This brought him back horrible memories of his wife laying sickly in bed. She had been sick for three days then she-He shook his head, he musnt think like that with his son, his son will survive.

"Ada?" He looked up to see Legolas, big eyes terrified.

"Uuma dela, Ion nin, lanta kaima"

"I wanna' die." This caught Thranduil's attention. He looked at his son, so young and full of energy.

"Manke tanya tuula?" The startled elf king couldn't believe what his son had just said. why would Legolas want to die? He had so much to live for and hope and dreams to come true. Everything was waiting for him and he wanted to end it right now?

"I don't feel good." Legolas whined, then another horse cough came out of his mouth. Thranduil becuame more worried he bit the bottom of his lip and sighed.

"Legolas, tell me, how did you get so sick?" He asked.

"I...I sort of, played in the rain." Legolas said, shamfully to his Ada. Legolas tried not to cry, for fear he will look weak.

"Legolas, you know it's not wise to do somthing like that."

"I'm sorry." Legolas was on the verge of tears once more. His father sighed but smiled. He knew his son was to gullable to do somthing like this, he had to be prepared.

"Just don't do this again." Thranduil kissed his son's foehead and sighed. "I have work to so, Legolas. I will be back soon, though."

"Okay, Ada."

"How about I stop by later and check on you?"

Legolas gave his Ada a sweet smiled. "Okay. Cough!"

If only Tranduil hadn't left. His son would still be here. If only...If only...

ho a' esta Ion nin- Leave now My son
Quel esta- Rest well.
Uuma dela, Ion nin, lanta kaima-Don't worry my son, sleep.
Manke tanya tuula -Where did that come from?
Ada-Father (Dad, Daddy)

Should I continue?

Review please.

SALUT! mes amis! J'espère avoir beaucoup, et beaucoup de commentaires avant de continuer! Je vous remercie beaucoup d'avoir choisi cette histoire. Si vous avez des idées de ce que le prochain chapitre devrait être, n'hésitez pas à me PM !)

(my friends! I hope to have lots, and lots of reviews before continuing! Thank you so much for choosing this story. If you have any ideas of what the next chapter should be, feel free to PM me!)

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