15

It was a cold and dreary morning that greated the prince, but he found he didn't care. The pitter patter of rain apon the roof served to relax him, almost to the point where he felt he could fall back asleep.

The room was still dark with only a little light filtering in though the curtain, which was still drawn closed. The prince wished he could simply open the curtain and watch the rain, but unfortunately his body was still to weak to attempt such a feat.

Sighing he resigned himself to just listening the rain, and contemplating everything that had happened. 'I wonder what Keldir's doing right now? He's probably running as far away from Mirkwood as possible and I wouldn't blame him. I'm sure my Ada's furious.

Legolas knew in his heart that Keldir was probably worried sick looking for him at this very minute, but he didn't want to think about how much he had hurt his friend and Ada. He felt so incredibly guilty for bringing them pain. 'If only I had listen to Kel and not split up then none of this would have happened.'

"Ada." He sighed. After his Naneth had passed it had been incredibly hard on his Ada, he couldn't imagine how his Ada was coping with his dissapearance.

He was so deep in thoughts about his Ada, that he failed to notice the door creak open. Oblivious to the prince there was currently two small children crawling towards his bed. It wasn't until they began to whisper that the elf realised they were there.

"He's a fairy."

"No he's not fairies aren't real. Daddy says he's an elf."

"How do you know elves are real and not fairies?"

"I just know Freya. Daddy's super smart and he says he's an elf so he must be."

"We could ask him?"

"I don't know, He could be really mean."

"But mummy has been looking after him and she wouldn't fix a mean fairy."

"Hes not a fairy."

Legolas was becoming very amused, all of his dark thoughts from early were forgotten. 'This must be Freya and what was the little boys name again?'

"He is too George." A slightly louder whisper could be heard.

'George? Yes I believe that's what Valen said her youngest son was called.'

The hushed conversation that was taking place at the foot of his bed started to grow louder as they debated whether or not he was a fairy, and Legolas decided he should probably intervene.

"Hello?" He asked. His voice was still much to raspy for his liking but he realized there was nothing he could do about that at the moment.

The conversation between the two children came to an abrupt halt, before two heads slowly appeared over the end if his bed.

"H...hello" The little girl stammered. She was obviously nervous, and he wanted to put her at ease.

"Hello Freya, it's nice to see you again."

"You r...remember me?" She stammered with a surprised look gracing her face.

"Of course I remember you. How could I forget such a pretty face." Legolas replied while giving her a genuine smile.

"And you must be George? He asked the little boy.

"Ye..yes sir." George replied while looking anywhere but at Legolas.

"You can just call me Las. After all I'm greatly in dept to you and your brother. I heard you pulled me out if the river, and for that you both have my undying gratitude, thank you.

George just stood there unsure of what to say. Never before had he received a thank you quite as strong as this one, and from an elf no less.

"Y.. you're welcome." He whispered with a blush appearing on his cheeks.

A silence fell over the group as they studied each other, and all there features. Legolas could easily tell by looking at these children that they were related for they both had sandy brown hair and tan skin. He couldn't help but feel pale In comparison.

The kids on the other hand were amazed by the being in front of them, he was surrounded by a faint glow which they believed made him look like a Valar.

The silence was broken by the little girl who Legolas now knew to be Freya. "Are you a fairy?"

It was such an innocent question, and Legolas could tell she was being serious, but the question still made him blush. 'Keldir would sure laugh at me if he was here right now. He always joked about my gold hair and pale skin.'

Looking back at the girl Legolas sighed before choosing his words very carefully.

"I..I am not a fairy, although it would be cool if I was one. I must admit though that I am merely an elf. I hope that doesn't disappoint you to much."

Legolas smiled as he witnessed the girl studying his face. It seemed she was trying to decide wether or not he was lying.

"Ok, you're an elf then. May I sit on your bed?" She asked while offering a big smile.

Legolas hesitated. He still didn't like the idea of anyone touching him, but this was a child what was there to be afraid of?

"Yes of course you may." He said while trying to sit up further.

He didn't like being on his back it felt wrong to have a conversation without getting up, after all he was a prince and certain habits he couldn't quash.

George could see what the elf was trying to do, but he also saw the tension lines in the elfs forehead which gave away how much pain this movement caused. His mother was a healer after all.

"Do..do you need help." He offered

Legolas looked at the boy and contemplated his options. On one hand he knew he probably couldn't sit up by himself and he would just end up making a fool of himself, and on the other hand he could except this boys help but he would have to be touched.

"Y...yes please." He finally stammered. He couldn't hide the fear from his voice, but luckily these kids were to young to really notice it.

George made his way over to the elf and very carefully rapped his arm around the elfs and slid a pillow under his shoulder. He could feel the elf shaking underneath his grip, but he put it down to exhaustion. Moving around to the other side he repeated this process and slid another pillow behind the elf.

"Thank you." Legolas whispered to the boy once he had gotten his shaking under control.

"It's ok. May I sit on the bed too?" He questioned.

The boy was obviously shy but he had a brave streak that would help him over come his fear. It was a good balance Legolas decided.

"Yes of course. I'd appreciate the company." Legolas wasn't exactly being truthful, but it wasn't a flat out lie, so he deemed it ok. Samir had been partially correct when he mentioned elves inability to lie. It wasn't that they couldn't lie, it was just something they didn't do often.

George and Freya looked at each other before giggling and climbing onto the bed.

"I told you he wasn't mean." Freya whispered to George.

"Ok you were right Freya." He whispered back.

Legolas chuckled. He didn't miss the whispers that passed between them and he was glad he had earned their trust.

So it was like this that Valen and Samir found them an hour later. They had discussed everything from favourite foods to favourite stories, and could truely say they were friends.


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