Notes: I don't think I'm dead, I'm not a man…. hmmm, probably not J. R. R. Tolkien. So nothing belongs to me. Savvy?
A blurry grotesque face advanced on Legolas. He reared back before readying to attack. He desperately grasped for his bow and arrows, but he looked in horror as he realized they weren't there. He gulped as he realized who the face was. It was Bolg, the orc he had defeated at the Battle of the Five Armies. He had defeated Bolg, he reminded himself. The fact that he had defeated Bolg, yet he was here, made this a dream. Nothing to be scared of. And then Bolg took his first hit.
It was like acid, fire, and steel all in one. The pain rolled over him like a thunderstorm. He tried to move, tried to do anything to stop all of the pain that was washing over him. He opened his mouth to scream, scream for help, scream for the light. But no one answered. He screamed for his Ada, to please come get him, to save him, to stop all of this pain. But Thranduil did not come. No one came. Finally Bolg spoke in a grating voice, "Your father isn't coming to get you. No one's coming to get you." Legolas just sobbed as he waited for the final hit.
Legolas woke up thrashing and sobbing inside his bed. He tried to suck in some breaths. He rose from his sweat soaked bed, knowing that he would receive no more sleep. He tried to breathe deeply, in and out, in and out. He didn't know what to do, but he needed to calm down. Maybe I should go to Adar, he thought. No, I'm not a little boy anymore. I'll just go to the kitchens and make some hot milk. He deliberated. He quickly made his way to the Kitchens, slipping silently through the hallways. Until he came to Thranduil's room. Here he paused, wanting to go into his father's room so much. He wanted the warm embrace of his Ada, but he told himself to grow up and move along. But then he saw Thranduil in the doorway, moving closer and closer to his location. Legolas tried to hide himself, but it was too late. Thranduil had seen him. "Legolas is something wrong? Why are you up so late at night?" Legolas fumbled for an answer, but then Thranduil reached out his hand to touch Legolas' shoulder, and Legolas flinched. At this Thranduil looked shocked and a little hurt. "Legolas. Tell me what's wrong." Legolas tensed up before slumping into himself. "I- I had a bad dream." Legolas said in a shaking and timid voice. "What was it about?" Thranduil asked in a concerned tone. "B-B Bolg." Legolas whispered before closing in on himself even further. "Oh Legolas, I'm so sorry. Come into my chambers." Thranduil put an arm around his son's shoulders and led him into his room. Legolas relaxed a minuscule amount, but he was secretly glad his Ada had found him. Thranduil asked, "What happened?" Legolas took a deep breath before speaking. "WellIwasallaloneandBolgkepthittingme andIcriedoutforyoubutnoonecame." Legolas said as fast as possible. Thranduil looked confused, before piecing Legolas' muttered words together. This was the one time Legolas cursed elvish hearing. "Oh Legolas, you know I would come. I will always come. I- I love you." Legolas brightened at that. "I love you too Ada. Can I…. have a hug?" "Always my little leaf." And Legolas hugged his Ada and melted in his arms. Thranduil's grip tightened and Legolas sighed.Thranduil ran his fingers through his son's silken golden locks. In this moment they existed together. Father and son. Always.
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