Disclaimer in Chapter 1 – I worry for him.


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Chapter 2 – He is alone?

King Thranduil stood alone, waiting at the top of the palace stairs for the guests that were to be arriving any moment now. News from the border guards had told the great King that Elrond Peredhil and his family were to be arriving very shorty and the news struck relief inside his saddened heart. He stood alone for a reason for his dearly beloved Queen had confined herself in the gardens, not wanting to speak to anyone as she had witness a heart breaking scene three nights ago. The King sighed as he thought back to the night; the crying from Estelwen as her heart feared for the wailing of their new-born child, Legolas.

That night, both parents never went to the screaming child. They didn't comfort the babe as they thought of the very dark being that was tormenting his mind that night. None of them could have imagined what was ailing the young Prince but both jumped to conclusions, thinking that Sauron was breaking the Elflings mind, preparing the Elfling to learn about a false past and betray them both when he was old enough to own a bow and knifes.

The morning that followed, the screaming child's cries suddenly died down and a soft giggle could be heard from inside Legolas' cot. Still, neither parents moved to see their child. Thranduil was regretting what had transpired that night. The Queen had refused to go near the child for the darkness that surrounded him was frightening her. The babe hadn't been fed for the past three days and the King of Mirkwood feared for the new life of his son. Already the Prince had showed signs of weight loss and weakening but still the King of Mirkwood did not pick his child up, nor let anyone near him, to feed him and comfort him.

"My King." A voice from in front of Thranduil brought the King back from his mind and he stared at his Captain's guard. "Lord Elrond of Imladris has arrived." Tauriel spoke and just before she moved aside, she bowed low, showing respect for her great King.

"Thank you, Tauriel." The King dismissed her and watched as the gates opened and the Imladris Lord and his family walked through, escorted by the legendary Balrog slayer as their head guard. Thranduil walked down the steps, the usual gracefulness all but gone, throwing his arms to the side and smiling slightly as he said "Welcome, my dear friend." As the King got closer, he grasped arms with the Lord "It has been long, old friend."

Elrond returned the smile and gesture as his friend spoke. He noticed the slight sadness in the King's eyes and once the King had finished he replied back "Aye, it had been long. When you sent that letter I had to leave at once." Elrond then furrowed his brows, worry sparkling across his grey eyes "Tell me, what ails the young Prince? Your new-born babe?"

"All will be revealed in time, dear friend." Thranduil said sadly "Do you have news of what time the Lady and Lord of Lothlórien is due to arrive at?" He asked, knowing that Celeborn and Galadriel should be arriving soon and he hoped that today would be the day. He didn't wish to wait any longer.

"They should be here within the next hour or so." Elrond informed the King. "Dear friend, are you alright?" Once again, the Lords brow furrowed, the sadness crept ever so slowly and the more time that past, the more pain that began to show. "Where is your beloved wife and Queen? I have not seen Estel…"

"She is in the gardens." Thranduil interrupted, noticing the looked he received from the Lords family and from the Balrog-slayer. "Estelwen is tending to the flowers." He thought about his wife, sitting alone, no life within her eyes as she thought about her child.

"Is Legolas with her?" Celebrían asked, a small smile apon her fair face as she tried to brighten the mood but it seemed that she only worsened it.

"No." The King answered simply "Legolas is in his cot upstairs in our rooms."

"He is alone?" Both twins exclaimed, tightening their hold on their baby sister, who stood between them. Why would the King and Queen leave their baby son, their new-born son, alone by himself?

"Yes, he is." Thranduil answered no emotion within his voice. He watched as Celebrían gasped along with the twins and Elrond's and Glorfindel's eyes grew wide. "Come…" The King said as he turned away from the small group, waving his hand and motioning them to follow him "…Lostariel, the head maid, will show your sweet children, Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen to their rooms. Elrond, Celebrían and Glorfindel, I will show you to mine and Estelwen's. We need to talk."

The Peredhil family, along with the Lords Seneschal, walked behind the King, noticing the heaving footing the King had. The gracefulness had gone and all worried for the King's health. He seemed slimmer and all could tell that the King wasn't getting the sleep he needed.

"Tauriel!" The King shouted unexpectedly which made the family from Imladris jump slightly at the harsh tone. "Go to the gardens and fetch Estelwen. Tell her that Elrond and his family have arrived. If she refuses, leave her. Do not interrupt me if she says she will not come."

Elrond blinked. "Leave her?" He thought. The Lord found it strange that his dear friend has said such a thing for it was truly unlike him. It seemed as if Thranduil had changed dramatically since the last time he had seen him. Was Legolas really that bad?

The Lord, Lady and Seneschal said there farewells to the twins and Arwen as they were led away by the head maid of the palace. The three followed the King down a lowlighted corridor and soon, they all came to the King and Queen's chambers.

Thranduil silently opened the doors to his room and walked inside, motioning the three to follow him in. The King walked over to the same sofa that he and Estelwen had sat on those many nights ago, the last time they had held their baby Elfling. He slowly lifted his hands towards his face and covered it, not wanting anyone to see his pained expression "He's in the cot." The Woodland King pointed to the leafed cot beside the bed he shared with his wife.

Elrond nodded and walked over to the cot where the sleeping Prince was. He saw Glorfindel and Celebrían walk over and sit with the King, waiting for him to bring back any news that might be ailing the Prince. The Lord looked down at the cot that was now in front of him and smiled at the small babe that was wide awake and now staring at him. The Half-Elf reached into the cot and picked the young Elfling up; resting the babe in his arms and then letting the small Prince play with his fingers. The Lord remembered that Arwen loved to play with fingers when she was also Legolas' age. The small digits fascinated her to no end.

Elrond watched as Legolas giggled when Elrond gently ran his finger down the Elflings chubby arm he held out towards him. The child looked skinny for his age. He could tell that the Elfling hadn't been fed for quite some time and that worried him. "Why wasn't Thranduil or Estelwen looking after their new-born?" He Lord of Imladris looked back at the small babe within his arms and smiled down at the giggling Elfling. The deep sea blue eyes made the Half-Elf remember the gentle one's of the Queen and the golden locks apon his head defiantly told Elrond that he was Thranduil's son. "When was the last time you fed him?" Elrond asked, watching his Lady and the Balrog-slayer's face as they both furrowed their brows in confusion.

"Since he was born." Thranduil answered in but a small whisper, ashamed of how he had been treating his child since he found out about what his son actually was.

Celebrían gasped "That was three days ago!" She exclaimed. She could now feel the King's silent sorrow seeping into her fair skin. She got up from where she was sat and then knelt in front of the King, lifting his hands away from his covered face. The Lady of Imladris almost broke down in tears when she saw the proud King's own tears rolling down his fair, strong cheeks. "What is wrong, Thranduil?" She whispered gently "You can tell us anything, you know this."

"Look at his wrist." The King wiped his tears from his face "Look at his right wrist, Elrond." He said, not once wanting to look back at his very good friend.

Elrond looked down at the babe in his arms once more and gently took hold of the tiny chubby wrist. "No…" He thought as his eyes widened, looking at a perfect star shaped birth mark on the Prince's skin. "He cannot be…" Elrond looked at the back of his dear friend and the faces of his family "He's…Legolas is…" He stuttered his words and watched as Glorfindel got up from where he sat and walked over to his Lord.

"By the Valar…" He whispered as he saw the small star mark on the Prince's fair skin. "He's finally been found." The Seneschal smiled slightly but dropped it instantly, his eyes widening when he saw the small darkness that hovered in the small orbs before him "My Lord, look."

Elrond looked down and saw the faint swirl and he thought he could hear a small laughter; it shrouded by different sounds, at the back of his mind. A knock at the door and Thranduil saying "Come in." to worn out to yell at the maid that had disturbed him and his guest, brought the Half-Elf back into the real world and out of his thoughts.

"My Lord, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn have arrived." An Elven maiden spoke with such gentleness in her voice that it soothed those in the room. "They are making their way now with the Lords little Elven children, Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir." The maid bowed and then left the inhabitants of the room to think and talk amongst themselves.

Soon, the Lord and Lady, along with the twin sons and daughter of Elrond and Celebrían, reached the King's chambers and silently opened the doors.

As soon as the door opened, Legolas began to cry, the change of his mood affected all those around. The King immediately jumped up from where he sat, almost knocking over Elrond's wife and Lady and then ran to his crying babe. Thranduil rocked Legolas from side to side, trying his best to hush the small Elfling and to try and get him to calm down.

By now, Arwen soon began to cry and Galadriel picked her up and silently hushed her as well. Elladan and Elrohir swarmed their grandmother, looking ever watchful at their baby sister who they were always over-protecting and spoiling. Celeborn also went to his wife's side and watched as his beautiful granddaughter slowly ceased her cries but a sniffle or two was never an ear shot away.

"Arwen, I want you to close your eyes for a second." Galadriel smiled at her daughters and son-in-laws child. She watched as Arwen nodded and her eyes closed, her small head bobbing to tell her grandmother that she had them closed.

"Elladan, Elrohir…" Celeborn placed his gentle hands on his identical grandson's backs and moved them forward; away from their baby sister "…Let us sit with your mother for a while." He saw the twins nod slightly as they were ushered forwards towards Celebrían.

"What are you going to do?" Glorfindel asked from his Lords side, almost shouting because of the cries from the young Prince in Thranduil's arms.

"I need you all to trust me." The Lady of Light looked at the King "King Thranduil, do you?"

Thranduil nodded, knowing exactly what the white Lady was about to do for he had seen it before at his after wedding party. "Do anything you like. Just please…" He pleaded, almost cursing himself for feeling so weak. "…Please, just help him."

Galadriel nodded and then walked over and sat down on a spare chair, shifting Arwen, who giggled at the movement, slightly in her arms as she tried to get into a comfortable position. Once she was, her eyes began to glaze over and the cries from Legolas died down.

All eyes where fixated on the two stars that sat together in Thranduil's and Estelwen's chambers.

The King, however, had his apon those of his sons deep sea one's. The soft glaze within the young Elflings eyes looked as if the Prince was asleep and Woodland Elf sighed with relief as the cries stopped altogether.

"I knew we would see each other again, my old friend." A voice so evil, so full of shadow, echoed throughout the blackened space that surrounded Arwen and Galadriel. The darkness was sickening. No light penetrated the abyss that the two Elliths stood within.

Arwen cowered behind her grandmother, clutching the Lady's gown as she saw the black shadow swirl and talk, holding within its clouded arms, the tiny babe of the King and Queen of Mirkwood.

"It has been long indeed…" Galadriel glared at the shadowed being, watching in anger as the shadow formed a being with such darkness that he was named the Lord of it.

"…Sauron."


That evil being! :o I must say, this chapter may have seemed pretty boring :/ I think it might be because of my other story that I am writing as well which is making it seem boring? I don't know...You can be the Judge of that XD

There is nothing, unfortunately :)


Reviews;

Jasperslittlesister; Thank you and yes there is :o I hope this wasn't long :)

LightsCDark; Thank you ^^ I know, I do to…That poor little King :( Sorry and I will try to be ;) It's just when I see his face, I want to abuse it ;D Thanks again :')

Calemireth; I didn't know what else to call him! :o xD Ahaha yeah, I am sorry if that bit confused you a little :P I feel sorry for baby Leggy but Sauron is here now and that makes you happy yes? ;) No, you're not slow, just turtle pace ;) I JOKE! ;D I hope this was soon? :D

Alchino; Thank you ^^

Nightrunner144; Awww thank you :D Ah, you will find that out next chapter ;D I am so evil :')


Frodo: wow. A new story while you write another…You must be tired :o

I am! :( Thank you for worry about me Frodo :3

Frodo: That's alright, Sophie *hugs*

*Hugs back* :')


Namarië!