Disclaimer: Do I need to post this again?
A/N: Yeah, things are about to get worse for the poor little guy. I'm really worried at the moment because tornados have been passing through my area this afternoon. I'm a little bit scared, so this may not be my best.
Halafen, whom had been slipping off into abyss woke momentarily. "Legolas! What ever is wrong?"
"I had... I had..." Legolas was somewhat afraid that if he told her his nightmare she would laugh. "A nightmare."
Halafen brought Legolas' shaking body closer to hers. Kissing his soft hair she held him close, refusing to let go.
"Sweet one..." she said, "just a sweet one." Hugging him she let him curl close to herself, for he seeked nothing but a mother's touch. She loved her dear brother more than anything else in the world.
"I was so scared, Mother died again. It's all my fault." Legolas choked out.
"No, no, it's not your fault at all. It's fate's." Halafen tried despratly to comfort him, but he would not be comforted.
"Leave me alone, I don't deserve your love." Legolas began to cry.
"Sweet child, oh I do love you."
"I know you do."
Halafen pulled her little brother closer to her. Kissing his tear streaked cheek she pulled him close like a loving mother. She herself began to remember.
Mother always loved little Legolas. She was more precious to her than all of Father's riches. All of us were, but Legolas most. i think she knew she was going to die during his early life, that he was very special.
Halafen let a few of her own tears to drop from her eyes. Mother want's me to love him like that, too.
Legolas shivered in his sister's arms. Oh, he's so little. I will never tell him that, but he is. He is also cute.
Legolas stirred again. His vacant eyes seemed so far away. The cyrstals that were normally there weren't. She held him.
He is so sweet. I don't know why he is always trying to size himself to Father's pleasure, though. He doesn't need to. He's just perfect the way he is. I love him, my sweet baby brother.
Kissing him again, she made herself comfortable for a long night, her brother's head on her lap.
Breakfast the next morning was a nightmare. Legolas' father kept throwing him dirty looks. He's waiting for something. Halafen knew that her father was waiting for Legolas to screw up so he could beat him, with a clarified reason.
Rain was pounding outside of the window, no birds or beasts dare wonder. Legolas was just as bad. With Father looking over his shoulder every move he made Legolas must be exact, or he would be in worse trouble than he already was.
"Legolas, are you alright?" Finnov asked, wondering at her brother's tense shape.
"I'm fine." he lied. Finnov chocked her head, but said nothing.
Legolas went back to starring at his food, motionlessly.
"Eat Legolas, now." King Thranduil ordered, thinking his son wouldn't obey.
Legolas took up his fork and plunged it into the grits. He took a mouthfull, he hated grits more than any other food. His father seemed disappointed.
As soon as we had finished I pulled Legolas away, trying to protect him father. At first he struggled, but finally he settled into my arms, and I steered him out of the building.
I watched him all day, he was misrable. He sat at the stump of and tree starring at the stream. The fish were teemed and he was soon trying to catch one.
I closed my eyes for just a few seconds, and when I opened them i wasn't even awake. Legolas wasn't there anymore.
Thranduil was drunk, very drunk. He had been drinking wine for hours at a time. His anger at Legolas was now full blast. Legolas was going to pay.
He searched out his son, whom was laying across the stream from his sleeping sister. no sister in the way. This could be good.
Jumping out at his son suddenly, he yanked the child from his place under the tree. The child made a desprate attempt to scream, but Thranduil covered his mouth, gagging him practily.
Pulling him away was easy. Legolas couldn't protect himself from his very drunken father. He pulled his son into a wooded area, as the night began to touch the world, he sprang. Attacking Legolas, the defenceless child was soon stripped of his shirt, and a whip struck his tiny back. This countinued for quite some time.
Thranduil soon was able to recover his sainity, only to find his youngest at his feet, bleeding to death. Thranduil was scared and he ran, leaving his son on the ground.
Halafen woke up, she looked around. It was night, and Legolas was no where to be seen. She began to cry, she hadn't protected him. Searching about she noticed something queer, a dark fluid was flowing into the river. It was blood. She followed it and found something she didn't expect.