AN: I will update this when I get five reviews. If I do not get five reviews within a week, I will go a head and update.
Also this takes place before the Hobbit. Legolas is very young in this.
Thranduil knew something was wrong the minute he saw his most trusted healer heading his way.
"What's wrong? Is it Legolas? How badly is he hurt?" Thranduil asks, rushing forward to meet the healer.
"Legolas isn't hurt this time, my Lord. I came to warn you that there seems to be a really bad virus going through the land," the healer says, bowing.
"How many has come down with it?" Thranduil asks, thinking about Legolas, his only child, who was sickly when first born.
"We've had twenty confirmed cases, my Lord, We've sadly already lost two," the healer says, also thinking of the small elfling, Legolas.
"What? Is it really that bad?" Thranduil asks, grasping a hold of the pendant he always wore on a chain, a hand shaped and painted leaf he got from Legolas.
"It seems to progress at different rates with different elves. It was a young elfling and an elder that we lost. It seems to hit them the easiest and hardest," the healer says, which worried Thranduil.
"Have you found a way to fight it yet?" Thranduil asks.
"No, we haven't. my Lord. I have come here to request we call on Lord Elrond. He may be the one who can come up with a cure. I just fear that we may spread the virus if we send for him, my Lord," the healer says, looking at his feet.
"I'll send one of my personal guards. Since they have been here in the palace, they will not have come into contact with this virus. We need to get everyone who is ill away from the healthy to decrease the chance of it spreading," Thranduil says, leading the healer to the rooms of his personal guard.
"My Lord," the guard says, opening the door and bowing.
"I need you to ride for Rivendell as soon as you can," Thranduil says.
"What for, my Lord?" the guard asks, grabbing a pack he always has ready for such occasions.
"I need you to get Elrond and bring him as fast as you can," Thranduil says, leading the way to the kitchen to get supplies.
"Is it about the virus, my Lord?" the guard asks, frowning.
"Yes, it is. How do you know about it?" Thranduil says as they near the kitchen.
"I heard some of the other guards talking about it," the guard says. They are almost to the kitchen when they hear a scream, which makes them all brake out into a run. They rush into the kitchen to see all the kitchen staff huddled around the chef and someone they can't fully see.
"What happened?" the guard asks, pushing his way into the circle only to freeze once he sees the figure the chef is holding.
"I don't know what happened. One minute he was asking for some sweets and the next he collapsed," the chef says as the healer and Thranduil move to the other side of the chef to see who has collapsed.
"Let me see him," the healer says, kneeling next to the young elfling as the chef lays him down.
"I'm sorry, my Lord," the chef says, backing away to give room for the healer to work. Thranduil quickly moves to where the chef just moved from and brushes very familiar blonde hair off the face of the elfling.
"No," Thranduil says, freezing when he sees the face clearly. After a few seconds, Thranduil scoops up the elfling into his arms and holds him close, fearing the worse.
"My Lord, we need to get him to his room, so we can figure out what we're dealing with," the healer says. Thranduil nods and picks up with elfling, his son, Legolas.
"I'll stop by before I head out, my Lord," the guard says. Thranduil and the healer head to Legolas' room. When they get here, Thranduil carefully lays Legolas down onto his bed and brushes his hair off his face.
"Is it the virus that caused this?" Thranduil asks, sitting on the bed next to his precious only child.
"I don't know for sure, but I would say yes, my Lord," the healer says, feeling Legolas' forehead.
"How long does he have before… before…," Thranduil says, failing to complete the sentence.
"It took ten days to kill the elfling that died, but where his body is weaker, it's hard to say how long he has, my Lord," the healer says as the guard walks in.
"I will ride straight there and back, my Lord. I shall arrive with Lord Elrond in five days. I'll even send a bird a head, so Elrond is ready," the guard says, gazing sadly down at Legolas.
"Please, be quick but be careful," Thranduil says, watching his guard gaze down at his son.
"He's going to need Lord Elrond fast," the healer says, placing his hand on the guard's arm, which causes the guard to jump. The guard looks at the healer before turning and running out of the room.
"Be quick, my friend," Thranduil says, looking out the window and watching the guard ride hard out of the village.
"He'll get him in time. We just need to help Legolas hold out until they get back," the healer says, checking Legolas' temperature, pulse, and breathing.