Background:

Legolas is the equivalent age to a 17(ish) year old human. He lives in Mirkwood with his father, his mother, and three brothers. The oldest and the crown princes name is Namirn, the second and the mischievous one's name is Simcha, and the second youngest (the one that is older than Legolas – cause he is the youngest) is called Cenuzla.

They all live in Mirkwood with Thranduil (his mother's name is Rifcha). Mirkwood has relatively good relations with Rivendell and Lorien. The story takes place in the fall starting in Mirkwood…

Summary:

After having a fall out with his family Legolas ventures into the deep forests Mirkwood, only to discover there is grave danger in store for the lone elfing.

Warnings:

 Serious torture – especially (I guess you could consider him a child) child torture

 Rape

 Emotional manipulation and torture

 That's it for now – but you have been warned

Disclaimer:

I own nothing – I made up Legolas' brothers and some inhabitants of Mirkwood. So far that is all I claim ownership to.

 the 'R' rating is for future chapters

On with the story

A slight tickle in his left ear was all that it took to throw Legolas' concentration and force the arrow he had fired to miss its target. With a defiant scowl, his wiped his head around and glared at the chuckling elves behind him. His older brother Simcha smiled innocently at him, tilting his head slightly to the side, desperately trying to hide a smirk.

"Why, Legolas, I do believe you missed your target! This is terrible!"

With a sigh Legolas turned and stomped towards the target to retrieve his misplaced arrow. As he walked away from his brother and their friends, a small smile formed at the corners of his lips. He knew that somehow he would get his revenge on Simcha… ideas were already flowing through his mind.

As Legolas pulled the arrow from the outer ring of the target, he heard the dinner bells beings sounded.

"Come on Legolas," Nhan, one of the guardian elves who accompanied the princes to the archery fields, "I am starving!" As Legolas caught up to his friend, they both fell into a comfortable trot towards the dinning hall. The chilly October wind urged them on through the luscious green gardens and into the open palace. As the two entered the dinning hall, they saw that Simcha and their other friends who has been outside were eagerly telling the story of how the promising young royal archer missed his target. With a sigh Legolas turned and walked towards his vacant seat next to his other older brother.

All of Mirkwood's royal family shares the sharp and good looking features which made them all very desirable. Sitting at the head of the table was the elfin king, his long blonde hair held back by a series of braid signifying his status in the kingdom. His sharp blue eyes were locked on those of his eldest son. Namirn, like his father, had long dirty blonde hair that was also held back by many, less elaborate braids. His sharp jaw line was tense, reflecting on the seriousness of the conversation. As Legolas turned his gaze upon Thranduil's next son, Simcha, who had returned to his position near the head of the table. Although he was also blonde and blue eyed, Simcha held one feature, which neither of his brothers had – a constant smile. Simcha was always finding methods to stir up controversy, much to his parent's dismay.

On the other side of the table, Legolas' mother Rifcha, sat at Thranduil's side. Her stunning cascading blonde hair mostly resembled Legolas' own locks. Her deep blue eyes reveal the true nature of her soul and her heart. She seemed to be pure goodness. At her side sat Legolas' last brother, the middle youngest. Cenulza was almost exactly like his mother. His passion lay in the practice of medicine and even at this young age (about 25 in human years) his still allowed him to study among the greatest and learn from personal encounters with them, namely the great Lord Elrond of Rivendell. Legolas had sat himself next to Cenulza and began listening to the conversation of the table.

"I don't expect them to try anything any time soon. They are still far too weak from their previous battles. Though you are right," Thranduil added, as Namirn was about to interrupt, "we must not exclude their threats and the dangers they could impose on us."

"I strongly recommend, Adar, that we strike them while they are weak and defenseless. They will learn to fear us and thus leave us alone. The problem will never have a chance to prove dangerous." Namirn retorted back to his father. The two had been discussing a growing threat that a band of humans who resided uncomfortably close to Mirkwood's capital, posed. They were the barbarian type who settled their profession in slavery. The elves had grown more and more uncomfortable with the humans so close, especially after one of the elves overheard the humans talking about how nice it would be to have an elvin slave.

Thranduil closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose tightly.

"I do not wish to discuss this now. We need not for the whole of Mirkwood to hear of this. I will speak with you later Namirn. In the mean time," Thranduil looked closely at all of his children, making eye contact with each, "I will have non of you venture beyond the border guard stations. No questions!"

The brothers looked at each other and mentally decided that for once they would actually obey their father. Namirn stole and extra glance and his baby brother, as if to say 'that goes for you too, Legolas, I know how much trouble you can get yourself into, little one!' Legolas knew that his brother was not being nasty but mixing his humor with his genuine concern. Legolas gave him a brief smile and turned towards the smell of the fresh food, which was being brought to the table at that moment.

Legolas did not, however, miss the terrified look that his mother shared with his father. Something in her eyes sparked a twinge in Legolas' heart – she was afraid of her children falling prey to the human traps. In her heart she knew that, regardless of how strong, physically or mentally, her children were, the greedy humans would break them, painfully.