To Trust.

Prologue

The soft sound of footsteps came closer and Thranduil looked up from his work.
He waited.
In his mind he tried to follow the steps, see their way across the hallway, untill they stopped in front of his door.
The elvenking hold his breath and watched the handle.
'Open the door' he tought. "come on, you can do it, open the door. I'm right here for you. All you have to do is open the door.'
But the handle didn't move and the door stayed closed.
The footsteps quietly moved away.

But they would be back tomorrow.
And the day after.
And the day after that.

And Tranduil would sit in his study and look up from his work. Holding his breath and watching the handle.

Waiting for the day Legolas would finally open that door.

Waiting untill he would tell his fatvher the horrors that kept him from sleeping at nigth, and exactly what had happend to the four of them in the twenty years they were gone.

Waiting for the day his son would trust him again.