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Dreams of a young one. Chapter Two.

            Lúthien sat bolt up right, looking around. Screaming reached her ears, her little brother's screaming. Throwing the covers off, she darted out the bed and into Legolas's room. Her brother was thrashing around in his sleep, yelling at the top of his lungs. She grabbed his shoulders and started to shake him, it didn't work.

"Legolas! Wake up! Please wake up, Little brother."

Nothing. She stifled a sob as she saw his face contort in pain.

"I'm sorry." She whispered and she ran out the room. She had wanted to help him, but she couldn't. Her footsteps sounded loud in the quiet halls as she ran through them to her father's room. Well it was about to get louder.

"Something is wrong with Legolas!" She cried out just as she burst through his door. She jumped onto the bed, her father was already sitting up as she did so.

"What is my child?"

"Legolas is in pain."

Thranduil climbed out of bed, wrapping a robe around him and running out the door. He nearly bumped into Elerossë, who had heard Lúthien's yell. More heads pocked out their doors, they all froze however when a pained scream reached their ears. Thranduil's face paled and he ran down the corridor to room of his youngest. Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond, Gandalf and Elerossë had followed him. Thranduil dropped to his knees, resting a hand on Legolas's forehead. He whispered words to him, but the child could not hear them he was too deep in his dreams.

"Has this happened before?" Elrond questioned as he rolled his sleeves up, and went to the other side of the bed.

"Yes." They turned and stared at Lúthien, the she-elf was staring at her brother with such a great amount of pain and guilt that it almost overwhelmed Elrond when her eyes fixed on his. At the questioning look he sent her, she explained.

"I was sent to wake him up because he had overslept. He was crying out in his sleep, trapped in his nightmare. It took me a while to wake him."

Gandalf sighed and shook his head, the child hid too much, too well.

"Lady Galadriel, if you would?"

She nodded at the wizard and she placed her hands on Legolas's chest.

~*~

Help us! Please help us!

Help us Prince Legolas!

We need you!

Fight it!

"Fight what?" Legolas whispered to the voices, amidst his screams of pain.

It.

"Wh . .what will it do?"

We are showing you, we are showing you what it did to us!

"Who are you?"

We are from the past, we are the victims of them.

"Of what?"

"Legolas."

The blonde turned his head, arms wrapped round his shaking midsection.

"Lady Galadriel?"

He could see the elf fighting her way through the darkness too him, she stopped suddenly and clutched her side. Pain began to flare inside of her body.

"You should not be here, it will hurt you as well."

"You need to come back to us Legolas."

She stood up and tried once again to walk towards him, her hand outstretched. He watched as the light that had surrounded her since the moment she came began to fade.

"Lady Galadriel, go back! I can make my own way."

She shook her head and carried on ploughing through the swirling mists.

" Go back!"

He cried out as he threw both hands forwards, palms facing her. Galadriel felt a tug at her body, she was being pushed to the world of the living. She stared at the small child that was practically collapsing under the strain of forcing her back. Legolas grew smaller and smaller as light began to envelop her.

~*~

            Celeborn rested his hand on his wife back, her body collapsed on top of Legolas as she went to pull him from his dreams. She started to shake and sweat began to appear on her face and with a huge breath her eyes snapped open. Legolas's did not. She turned her huge blue eyes fixing on Celeborn's.

"He sent me back." She whispered, she looked down confusion starting to display on her face slightly.

"He is strong, if he has the powers to send you from his dreams." Gandalf murmured, he looked down when he felt a tug on his robes.

"Please tell me what has happened to my brother."

"He is suffering some sought of pain, I heard voices in the background. They were telling him something which I could not make out." Galadriel answered as she dipped a cloth in water and placed it on his forehead.

"How was he able to send you from his dreams?" Thranduil asked, but did not look up. He was holding Legolas's hand in his own and was stroking it.

"I can enter anyone's dreams, but you must have great power and determination to send me from them."

"What was his reason?" Elrond asked as he stirred some kind of medicine.

"I was feeling the pain of his dreams." She whispered her eyes downcast, "I wasn't meant too, he did not want me to feel what was only meant for him. So he sent me away."

"Typical of the child to be so selfless." Elerossë muttered. To anyone else it would sound like an insult, but one could tell from the look on his face that he was hurting for the elfling. A small whimper reached their ears, and they watched as Legolas's eyelids fluttered open. He looked at all the people in the room and moaned, pulled his hand from his father's and the covers over his head.

            Thranduil sighed as he ran his hands through his hair, Legolas had woken up from his nightmare five days ago. And he had not spoken to anyone since. They had tried making him tell them what was going on in his dreams. He refused. They had then talked to him about the weather and other unimportant things to try and make him speak to them. He hadn't said a word. He drank and ate the food that was given to him, but did naught else but ignore them. Adults and children alike. He would not speak to his siblings or friends. Groaning he took the plate of food from Marya, smiled and made his way to Legolas's chambers. He stopped when he heard sobbing, pushing the door open a crack he peered in. Lúthien, though forbidden to go in with no adult was sitting on Legolas's bed, crying. Tears poured down her cheeks as she looked at her little brother, anguish clear in her eyes.

"I'm . . I'm so sorry that I told them when I promised not to. But you were screaming and . . and in pain, I . . . I couldn't sit there and watch you scream. I am Sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry I am sorry. I am -

Legolas had placed a hand over her mouth, he gave her a small smile. Since he had woken up no expressions had crossed his face. He watched as a silently crying Lúthien lay down, her head in her brother's lap. As the small blonde lay his head on her back, gently playing with her hair. Thranduil had noted that whenever she was upset, she would go to her brothers. Legolas would allow her to lie in his lap and he would comfort her. When this was finished and Lúthien quiet, Beren would rant and rave about all the awful things he would do to the person that hurt her. He remembered watching her as she had laughed hysterically after Beren had done an impression of them drowning Golradir (A much hated teacher of theirs) in mud. A small smile played across his lips as he watched his son and daughter, Legolas would tell them in time, Lúthien would make sure of that. He turned and walked down the corridor.

            Thranduil stared at his child, who stared strait back. Eyes blank. Galadriel had been worried that the pain had gotten to Legolas. They were now desperately trying to make him show some emotion. They weren't getting very far. Elerossë sighed and shook his head, "Little one why won't you speak to us?"

Legolas stared blankly at the Captain, he wouldn't talk to them. If he didn't then they wouldn't ask what happened. He refused to share the pain that had been forced upon him, he would endure it by himself. No one would be hurt because of him.

"Ada!"

"Yes, Lúthien?"

"There is a wolf cub out here."

Confusion shot across Thranduil's face, he turned to his Captain.

"Care to deal with it Elerossë?"

He nodded and stood up, making his way out the door. He passed by a second later a small grey coloured cub in his hands.

"Fluffy!"

Everyone's heads snapped to the blonde, who in turn extended his hands to Elerossë. Waiting for him to hand the wolf over.

"He's dangerous Legolas. He could bite."

"Not Fluffy. He would never hurt me."

He stared at the child, wondering how far he could push him before he closed up. Sighing he realised it was probably best to let him have his way. He dropped Fluffy onto the bed and Legolas pulled him into his arms.

Where have you been Legolas?

I am sorry. Someone contacted me in my sleep and the grown-ups are refusing to leave me alone now.

Why?

They are probably afraid something will happen to me.

Tell them to leave you alone!

I cannot. If I do they will ask me why and I shall have to explain to them and then they will get hurt and die because of me.

Nothing has happened to me.

You are an animal, most people underestimate you because of it.

So it's not safe to tell them but is safe to tell  me?

Uh huh.

Don't give in then.

Legolas nodded, his watery eyes staring into the wolf cub's own. He lowered Fluffy onto his lap and began to stroke him.

            Thranduil watched Legolas as the child smiled and stroked the wolf cub before going back to his drawing. After another two days of silence from Legolas they had allowed him to get up, and now three days later nothing had changed. They had hoped that Legolas would be happy running around and open up to them. They had no such luck. He turned back to Elrond as his son stood up and ran out the door.

"What do we do?"

"I know not, what fascinates me though is his connection with the wolf cub."

"Fluffy isn't it?" Gandalf asked smiling at the pair as he joined them in front of the fireplace.

"Yes. What do you make of it Mithrandir?"

"I'm not quite sure." Gandalf whispered as he stroked his chin.

"I believe the Lady Galadriel had a plausible idea. But I'm not quite sure because some of his abilities say that it's right and some disagree."

"You are making no sense."

"Thranduil, Máraran could talk to animals couldn't she?"

Thranduil nodded, which cause Gandalf to smile slightly.

"That would suggest that he inherited a few of his mother's abilities. But the fact that he was able to send Galadriel from his dreams, and mark my words it's takes a lot of power to do that, it would suggest that he something more than a templa er*."

"So he could be two different things."

"No, he is both of those things."

The three stared at Galadriel as she sat down, a grim expression on her face.

"I think he inherited some of Máraran's abilities and he has been gifted with some more, for what purpose I know not."

"You are saying that the Valar have given him more power?"

"Yes, I believe he is meant for something great. I'm sure all will be explained to us in time."

Thranduil nodded, a pit of fear growing inside of him. His little child was going to face many a problem in the not so distant future.

            Legolas smiled as he ran through the grass, Fluffy chasing him. He stopped when he realised that Fluffy had frozen, his nose quivering.

What is it?

Someone's there.

'Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid.' He whispered in his mind over and over again. He was brought out of his thoughts when a body slammed into his, pinning him to the ground. He looked up into a pair of dark brown eyes, "Got you."

Legolas glared at Ranawen, who had his hands pinned above his head and had her body pressed against his, holding him in place.

"Glaring at me won't change a thing."

He tried to get her off, she just smiled at him.

"You taught me this, and I think it's Beren who taught it to you. And he's a brilliant warrior, so there's no chance that you are getting free. Unless . . . . ."

He rose and eyebrow as if to 'Unless what?'

"Unless you start to talk."

Legolas pulled a scornful face and looked away at the grass. He could see Fluffy poking Ranawen in the side, it didn't achieve anything.

"Maybe not to your parents, but me or your sister."

He continued to refuse to look at her.

"Legolas Thranduilion, stop being so stubborn! We are trying to get you to talk because we care! Do you wish us all to be worried and upset? Why won't you talk to us? Did we do something wrong?"

Ranawen had snapped, her fear for her friend had gotten to her. She finished her yell with tears brimming in her eyes. She pulled herself off him and into a ball, he could hear her crying quietly. Pain flared through him and he shuffled over and wrapped his arms around her.

"Didn't mean to make you cry." Legolas whispered, his voice was slightly hoarse. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, it was a gesture he learned comforted her. She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Why?"

"If I tell everyone what I saw, they will get hurt. I don't want that and I knew if my father comforted me in the end he would get it out of me. He always does. So I decided I wouldn't talk. That way no one would get hurt."

"Yes they would. Don't you understand that you not talking to us hurts more than any wound a orc could inflict."

"I suppose, it was a bit silly. But I don't want people to get hurt because of me."

"Then I'll make you a deal." Ranawen said, pulling away and facing Legolas. "We will tell them you will only talk if they promise not to ask about what happened and if they do you can go into your silent mode again."

"Alright." Legolas said, he took Ranawen's outstretched hand and shook it. She smiled at him and stood up dusting dirt from her dress. She flashed him her most charming smile.

"Catch me if you can." And with that she turned and ran off. Legolas looked down ta the wolf cub beside him.


"Come on Fluffy, we can catch her!"

And the two chased off after their friend.

            An hour later after running nearly everywhere in the palace the pair made their way to the throne room, Ranawen clutching a roll of parchment. Thranduil, Elrond and the others were having a discussion seated at a table which had been moved in there. Maps, letters and books littered it's surface.

"King Thranduil?"

Thranduil smiled and turned to face Ranawen and his son.

"Yes?"

"I have a propo . . .probation to make for you."

"That's very nice but we are in the middle of a debate here. May I read it later?"

Ranawen and Legolas smiled, this had been the plan. They knew that Thranduil would want to look at it later. So they were going to tease them a bit before telling them that Legolas was talking again.

"But your Majesty we are playing a game and we need you to sign it. Otherwise the game won't work properly. Sighing Thranduil took the parchment from Ranawen's hands and spread it out. It started out with the word's The Four's world.

It then went on to say, I, King Thranduil allow Legolas, Ranawen, Lólindir and Tanya to play in the palace when it's sunny and when it's cold. Because being forbidden from entering the palace when it's sunny is not fair.

"If you didn't dump tar on people in the summer then I wouldn't have forbidden you." Thranduil muttered, deciding at that point to scan the letter because it appeared to be very long.

They are allowed to go to the kitchens and take food, if Marya and only Marya says so. No one else can stop them unless Marya is ill. Then they will answer to her second in command

It carried on like that for ages, mostly repeating the same things over again and again. So he didn't really read the last demand.

I promise that me nor anyone else will question Legolas over what happened in his dreams or about his powers. We will not try to force it out of him.

Signed by Thranduil  _________________

Sighing Thranduil picked up his pen and signed. "Only for the next year, if you wish for it again next year you will have to be good and we shall see." He declared while he rolled it.

"Thank you Ada."

Thranduil blinked and looked at his son, the child was smiling as he took the parchment from his father's hands.

"Wh . . . what?"

"Nuh uh, you can't."

He rose a questioning eyebrow and she unrolled the parchment and pointed at the two sentences.

"Now that is sneaky." Thranduil declared, but he could not help keep the smile off his face. AS long as Legolas was talking they could get somewhere.

"What is it Thranduil?"

He handed the scroll over to Elrond and the elf Lord scanned it and looked up confusion clear on his face. Thranduil smiled and pointed at the bottom. Elrond reread it and chuckled.

"Typical Little elflings."

"Why don't you go play?" Thranduil asked, still smiling. They nodded and ran outside.

            Ranawen giggled as Legolas chased after her. She looked over her shoulder and found herself running strait into someone.

"Ow!" She wailed, rubbing her behind. "What did you do that for?"

She looked up and found the colour draining from her face. A man stood before her, she had never seen a human up close. The King didn't like them for some reason, so there were never any near Mirkwood. Let alone, inside the forest and on the outskirts of the palace. He had dark hair and features, his eyes held no trace of emotion.

'Care to come with me?'

Ranawen was being taught common tongue and understood what he had said. She started to scramble backwards away from him. He reached out and picked her up by her wrist, leaving her legs kicking madly in the air.

'Leave her alone!'

A fist slammed into the man's stomach, he winced dropping Ranawen. The man whistled before turning to advance on Legolas. Ranawen jumped onto his back, wrapping her arms round his neck. He reached up and grabbed her by her hair and pulled her over his shoulder, she landed in his arms. He turned and tossed her to one of the ten men that had appeared from the trees upon hearing their companion whistle. The man holding Ranawen turned and walked away.

"Rana!"

Legolas threw himself at the man, knocking him over. He scrambled to his feet and slammed his foot into another man's stomach. He raised his fist ready to strike again, when someone grabbed his arm stopping him. He wriggled desperately but found another man grabbing his other wrist.

"Ada! Elerossë! Help! They are taking Ranawen!"

            Thranduil who had been having a enjoyable conversation with the others froze when he heard Legolas's voice ringing through the forest. His cup of tea slipped from his hands smashing on the floor, but he had already left the room before it had gotten half way. The others on his tail. Running towards the area where the noise was coming from. And Thranduil silently prayed that this wasn't the time that Legolas would have to start to use his powers.

To be continued . . . .

Translations.

Templa er: magic one

Characters guide.

King Thranduil: Legolas's father.

Queen Máraran: Legolas's mother, deceased.

Crown prince Beren: Legolas's brother. First born.

Princess Lúthien: Legolas's sister. Third born.

Prince Orophin: Legolas's brother. Second born, deceased.

Ranawen: Friend of Legolas. (Female.)

Lólindir: Friend of Legolas. (Male.)

Tanya: Friend of Legolas. (Male.)

Elerossë: Captain of Mirkwood. Good friend of Thranduil.

Marya: Head cook. Second mother to Legolas.

Fluffy: Cub of Lanta, friend of Legolas.

Lanta: She-wolf, saved

Fara: Evil creature that killed Legolas's mother