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Warning: This might be slightly discomforting for people

Everything was quiet and peaceful, Legolas could hear birds twittering to one another outside his window, he could feel the sunlight spanning across his legs warming his entire being.

His mind felt muddled, unclear and somewhat hazy. Thoughts ricocheted off the inner walls of his skull, echoing and vibrating their questions, ideas and notions. Legolas grew distressed, whimpering softly he turned his face into the pillow bringing his hands to surround his head and steady his thoughts. Unswayed they laughed at his efforts each proclaiming to have a wonderful idea and all shouting at once, which led to disagreements and fighting with one another. But they all agreed on one thing.

Legolas had seen Aragorn. He had touched him, whether it to be a dream, a ghost or real. He had seen him standing right there and then...then there was Haldamir.

Haldamir with his deep grey eyes, with irises speculated with warm pieces of gold that captivated and enchanted Legolas. They were a mirror of Aragorn's.

But then the hair, his face...it had been like looking into a mirror, the image was one in the same only slightly smaller.

Legolas couldn't grasp, couldn't even begin to fathom.

He's your son!

He's an illusion!

Aragorn turned you away because he loved another...he isn't your son!

He looks like you!

Glorfindel looks similar!

You look like King Thandruil! The child looked like him too!

Lies!

Hush now, calm yourself.

Glorfindel!

Aragorn left because of you!

He didn't trust you!

He didn't love you!

Glorfindel, that who he loved!

'Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!' Legolas sobbed gnawing at the pillow. Images of Aragorn and Glorfindel twisted into his mind in crude positions gasping and moaning each other's name. Whimpering Legolas turned his head into the pillow, as though it would soak up his thoughts as eagerly as it did his tears.

Curling into a tight, tense ball Legolas squeezed every part of his anatomy smaller; hoping the familiar ache of his muscles would break his rampaging thoughts. Snickering, the thoughts increased their speed as discomfort began to gnaw at his gut.

Biting his fist Legolas cried in agony his face flushed pink, contrasting with his pale body. He felt rather then heard Elrond enter his room his aura emitting a vast amount of worry. Cool, calming hands ascended onto his lower back as a strong, soothing voice began to hum.

The calming sensation was enough for the thoughts to slow their speed, but they still stayed at the forefront of his mind, screeching for attention.

Elrond's hands travelled in small circles, trying to ease the tension within the young king.

As his sobbing subsided Legolas relaxed, but didn't move from his position until Elrond reached forward gently to disentangle Legolas from himself in order to administer some herbs to him.

Offering Elrond a slight thankful smile Legolas quickly ate the herbs that washed down nicely with a cup of water and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep aware that Elrond was watching over him.

Aragorn paced his brother's room uneasily staring intently at the smooth stone. Elladan sat opposite him on his bed, his eyes cast downward. Sunlight petered into the room slowly, warming Aragorn's feet whenever he stepped into its caress. Tension coursed through the air as they both waited for news on Legolas's condition.

Aragorn had been horrified when he had followed the sound of terrified screams to Legolas's room. Elrond had been two steps ahead of him. Upon hearing the incessant screeching Elrohir had scooped up Aragorn's son and taken him elsewhere while Elladan followed Aragorn.

The sight that affronted the elves was a heavily distressing one. The sheets once drape lightly over the beautiful elf's body twisted around his entire body, ensnaring him in its trap. Legolas was currently biting and gnawing into his pillow, allowing the feathers to flutter out around him.

Letting out a terrified whimper Legolas curled into himself tighter and bit at his fist drawing a line of crimson blood that trickled down his arm.

Aragorn stood in the open door in shock as Elrond raced forward, his healer instinct taking over. Elladan pulled his younger brother back and allowed him to lean into him as they watched the scene unfold.

As Legolas sat up to take Elrond's medicine Aragorn noticed the same crazed look he had encountered in his lovers eyes before he fainted, shuddering he allowed Elladan to close the door.

'Ada will look after him.'

That had been 5 hours ago and Elrond hadn't left Legolas's side yet, so Aragorn continued to pace.

Elrohir had taken Haldamir for the entire time, amusing the young boy with games, stories and duels.

Although Haldamir was small for his age, he was agile and swift like that of a skilled cat. Elrohir laughed as the young elfling evaded him yet again and proceeded to climb a nearby tree for safety.

Haldamir giggled merrily watching his uncle stalk steadily towards him. His concentration faulted for a minute as his thoughts returned to his 'sire'. It seemed strange to Haldamir to have a sire, after having on Aragorn. But this elf he met was by far the most beautiful he had seen and Haldamir could understand why his father loved him. Perhaps in time Haldamir could as well, but seeing the crazed expression on his face coupled with the fit the elf had experienced earlier led Haldamir to question one thing: Did he want to have this elf as his sire?

Upon feeling the mood of his thoughts the tree Haldamir occupied sent feelings of warmth, reassurance and love to the young half wood elf, enabling his pensive thoughts to be soothed. Seeing the boy's troubled expression Elrohir slowed his advance and watched him as his frown deepened slightly causing him to screw up his nose.

Stopping in shock Elrohir was amazed at the expression, having only seen it on one blonde haired elf.

'Glorfindel' he gasped.

Sorry for the lateness lovelies! In the process of moving and what not.

Anyways, I have a sneaking suspicion this fic shall become a lot more twisted and dark.

Hope you are all doing well!

BTW: I have written another fan fiction about our beloved Legolas called 'Reborn' for anyone interested in an alternate view on elves