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"Naneth." The scream tore through the palace. Thranduil shot up in his bed, Legolas had a nightmare again. The rain and thunder kept him awake. The King signed and dropped back down on his back. He felt the familiar tears fall down his face again, he had gotten used to them in the past few weeks. "Elanie, why did you leave? If only I could go with you, ai Valar, please take me." He muttered, even his son did not bring him the joy he once thought.
Thranduil did not hear the door opening. He signed again, he had hurt Legolas yesterday when he told one of the servants that he wanted peace, he did not mean from Legolas. He should have known better and decided against better wishes to get up. His Elfling needed him and Thranduil decided to aid him.
Pulling a robe over his night tunic, he walked to his son's room, which was one hallway away from his room. He opened the door and found the bed empty. Frowning he made his way over the bathroom, again it was empty. Thranduil checked the closet, which once again proved empty. Thranduil got worried, his Elfling might just be in the palace but the Valar knew where he was. Thranduil walked over the small desk when he spotted a piece of paper in the moonlight. It appeared to be Legolas's handwriting.
Adar, I am sorry I caused you so much grief. I am sorry I get nightmares and I will not bother you again. I think it is better that I leave since you said yesterday that you want peace. I am sorry, I am going to look for Naneth. Bye and I love you, Legolas.
Thranduil's eyes went wide before he shouted. "Guards! Prince Legolas is missing." He did not know what he was feeling but the guilt was overwhelming.
Legolas played with the idea of just going back to the palace but when he saw his father's grief filled eyes in his mind, he trusted forward. He held his small backpack close. It had some clothes and his favourite toys in it. He also had taken his toy bow and arrows just in case. He had not idea when he was going to go but as long as it was far away from his Adar so that he could not cause him any more grief.
Legolas tossed his wet hair out of his face and visibly flinched when thunder struck nearby. He was frightened but did not want to show it. He was not feeling so good, he felt tired and sick. But what was he going to do?
Legolas stumbled over an out sticking tree root. He nearly screamed in pain when he landed on his left arm and the bone snapped underneath of him. Crawling to his feet, he felt the tears come down his face once more. Yet he could not stop now. Holding his broken arm with his right hand, he stumbled forward.
After a few hours, he decided to stop; he felt lightheaded and could not fight the pain anymore. He climbed in a tree, nearly falling out and screaming in agony when his left arm hit the tree. Sitting securely on the branches, he put his head against the trunks and fell in a feverish sleep.
Thranduil was beyond himself. "Have you found him yet?" He asked all the passing guard. The sick feeling that something was bothering his Elfling was something Thranduil could not shake. Legolas had been missing for over 5 hours now and while the night was drawing to a close, the weather was not getting anything better. "I will go look for him." The King announced before strapping his bow to his back and mounting his horse.
One hour later, they were far into the woods. Thranduil was worried sick. The King strained his ears, trying to get any sounds from a missing Elves child. Looking up at the tree, Thranduil remembered Legolas might be hiding in a tree. Listening to the sounds of the tree, he made out something that the tree told him.
Following the guidance of the tree, Thranduil finally came to the tree Legolas was hiding in. "Go back to the palace. I will deal with this." Thranduil told the guards. They looked at him and Thranduil urched them on.
Dismounting his horse, he started walking. When under the tree, he saw the young prince fast sleep against the trunks of the tree. Legolas was holding his left arm, which was bent, into a strange angle while sweat was standing on his forehead.
Legolas opened one eye when he felt a comforting presence close by.Thranduil was standing underneath the tree. "Ada?" He asked frightened.
Thranduil smiled and held out his arms to the Elfling. Legolas shrank away from him. "No, Ada, I don't want to hurt you. Please go away." Legolas told him, while the pain came back in full force.
Thranduil's eyes flashed with hurt before he spoke in a stern voice to his son. "Now that is nonsence Legolas, I love you. Come here and let me take care of you. Come here, son, I did not mean what I said. Your Naneth is gone, I need you, Legolas, please do not leave me."
Legolas smiled before he began to crawl forward. The branch cracked and broke, causing Legolas to lose his balance. Thranduil got scared and Legolas remained seated. The prince was flushing with fever and Legolas found it harder to remain conscious. Legolas could no longer fight the darkness and began to fall. Thranduil nearly shouted when he saw Legolas fall out of the tree. Only fast Elven reflexes saved the prince from a certain death. Thranduil caught his small son in his arms; he crawled him to the chest and began to exam his arm. Thranduil concluded that his son's arm was broken and that a high fever was rising fast.
Thranduil remained seated with his son long after the healer had stopped working on the young prince. He had come so close to losing his young one. "Legolas, what is doing this to you?" Before the tears fell again, Thranduil became really sick of the tears.
Soon he felt a small hand brushing them away. Opening his eyes, the King looked straight into the brilliant blue eyes of Legolas. "You are awake." He finally manage to say.
Legolas did not answer but crawled into his father's lap where he felt asleep. Thranduil stroked his son's golden hair while he gently relaxed against the chair.
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