*Flashback To 3 Months Earlier*


There was a noise, like a cry. But it was faint, even for Haldir's enhanced Elven hearing. But he started toward it, hearing the sound get louder as he followed it. He found Legolas on the ground, crystalline teardrops running down his face. Haldir aimed an arrow at anything that moved besides Legolas. He was content when nothing did, he took the chance of putting down his bow and went to help up the other elf. But Legolas moved away from him, more tears running down his beautiful face.

"Legolas, it's okay. It's only Haldir, Love." Haldir whispered. Legolas gave a whimper, still shaking uncontrollably but Haldir gently took the smaller elf into his arms, rocking him. He knew what happened already, but he couldn't change what had happened. All he could do was stop Legolas from dying in pain. All Elven people, except half-elfs, died within ten minutes if ever they were raped. But Legolas, he seemed to have something else happening. He wasn't dying, he was still alive. But he had a large set of what looked like wings to be sprouting from his upper back. The wings flapped a few times before folding to rest against the Sindar Elf and the ground. They were beautiful, made the young elf look like a beautiful little angel. And their pattern, incredible. Haldir hadn't seen anything like it before in his immortal Elven life. The arcs were white, pure white, but the feathers were a beautiful silver that glowed with the sunlight that hit them. They were so beautiful and pure. The Galadhrim Elf had never seen such pure wings, he couldn't find even a speck of gold, which meant sinful, or black, which meant darkness. Just white, which meant purity, and silver, which meant beauty. But he saw it right before his eyes and it was remarkable.

"Haldir? What's happening to me?" Legolas asked, pulling his head back to look up at Haldir, tears running down his face in pain at the new wings hurting when they sprouted and formed.

"You're not virginal anymore, Legolas. And I assume it was because of Saruman, since that is who you are battling." Haldir said, wiping away the Sindar Elf's tears. Legolas gave a sob, collapsing into Haldir's arms in tears. "Don't cry, young Sindarian. Such beauty should have no need of such tears as those brought by sadness." Haldir whispered into his ear. But Legolas looked up with pain written in his eyes and Haldir raised a hand to the new wings that rested against Legolas' back and the ground. He gently spread them, helping them extend fully, much to the young Sindarian's pain. But pain soon turned to comfort as the feel of his wings became more normal, natural. Haldir guided the wings to Legolas' shoulders and Legolas gave a soft gasp as his wings became tattoos on his back. Haldir gave the younger elf a soft smile as Legolas rested against him the guard. Haldir stayed there for a half hour, just comforting him and helping him get used to his wings. Legolas forgot about what had so recently happened to him and Haldir found this to be a good thing simply because the less he remembered about it, the better off he was.