Several hours later Legolas began to toss and turn in his bed. He was having a nightmare of his recent experiences. He was in a dark and cold room when suddenly it began to fill with water. He didn't know how to swim so he just sunk when the water exceeded his height. As he drowned in the ever growing water a growing darkness surrounded him, and the only light came from a woman with a glowing green aura. As she came closer to him Legolas recognized her as the witch that kidnaped him. She had a wicked smile, and started to claw at Legolas leaving big ugly scratches all over his body. Legolas finally woke up in a cold sweat and screamed.

"Ada!"

Legolas then covered his mouth as he heard loud large footsteps coming where he was sleeping.

"Legolas what's wrong!" Thranduil cried out frantically.

"Please don't hurt me I promise I'll be quiet I promise."

"Legolas what are you talking about?" Thranduil asked in horror as he looked upon the cowering three year old.

"They they hurt me"

Legolas was sobbing uncontrollably unable to tell what was real and what wasn't.

Thranduil rushed over, and picked up the elfling in his arms. He slowly rocked his son till he calmed down a bit.

"Legolas why did you think I would hurt you?"

"Because because every time that I called for you they would beat me."

Legolas could do nothing but sniffle and hiccup unable to handle all he was feeling.

Meanwhile Thranduil could feel all his anger boil inside of him shocked by what these people had done to such a small child. Then guilt hit him harder than a bucking horse. How could he let them do such things to his child, how could he let his child be so carelessly given away, and why has he not tried harder to find him. All these thoughts swam and grew in his head practically making him shut down, but then he knew he had to be there for Legolas and that shutting down was not an option.

"Legolas you must understand something"

"What Ada?"

"That I could never hurt you like that and that I love you so much. That when you weren't here Ada couldn't even live normally, or really leave my room. You need never fear me in such a way or coware from me ok my little leaf."

"Yeyes Ada"

Legolas cuddled closer into Thranduil happy to be in safe and loving arms. Thranduil in turn grasped his son tighter, and then thought of an absolutely splendid idea.

"The healers may not approve of this, but how about you sleep with me tonight?"

Legolas nodded his head that was tightly tucked into his Adas chest.

Thranduil walked off to his room, Legolas clutched to his chest, and got under his sheets. He softly sung an old elvish lullaby until he could hear his son's soft breathing. Thranduil then laid his head on his pillow, and drew his bandaged son to him. He then closed his eyes knowing his son was close to him, and at last got a good night's sleep.

Many months passed until Legolas was physically and mentally healed, but he eventually went back to his happy fun loving self. However Thranduil became much less trusting to others suspicious that each one was after his son. This however in no way hindered Legolas's adventurous and free spirit. Which would be the cause for much of Thranduil's grief and pain, but for now father and son were reunited which brought both all the happiness in the world.