Weeks have gone by and back in Isenguard Legolas was stuck in the worse nightmare imaginable. He cried out brokenly during one of the many sessions of torture he had to endure.

Saruman laughed cruelly and his cold laughter echoed through the darkened depths of the windowless room. He walked towards Legolas and cupped his chin in his hand.

Legolas trembled involuntarily at the touch and tried to jerk away. He moaned at the pain but his pride is what kept him alive thought it looked as if he was close to giving in.

Saruman held his chin tightly and smirked at the prince. His other hand pulled his snarled dirty blonde hair. He smelled the fear coming from the pathetic elf in front of him. " You know why you are here. You deserve this and if not more. You worthless piece of scum killed your own mother." Saruman spoke in his mystical enchanted voice.

Legolas let out a dry mangled sob that shuddered his broken body. His pride shattered at those words and his eyes were forced open from the intense fire radiating from his eyes. He tried to raise his hands to claw at his eyes, but Saruman forced his empty blue eyes to remain open and pinned pale arms and hands to the side of his body.

Saruman continued to mutter the spell that was burning the wretched beings keen eyes. Saruman left upon hearing a disturbance outside of his tower.

Legolas was slowly fading away and his body was dangerously thin. His tattered clothing was barely hanging onto his broken body and was stained in crimson. His skin was pale and his elven glow was gone. If his eyes were open they had an empty glazed look to blue eyes that were once so full of life. His body hung limply on his broken arms with dislocated shoulders. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to stop the burning in his eyes. Dirty snarled blonde hair matted his bloody and sweaty face. The darkness called to him and his mind answered by falling into the depths of unconsciousness.

Out front of the tower there was a small army of 500 elves with one human in the midst. Thranduil stepped forward and if looks could kill Saruman would have been dead on the spot. " Release my son!"

Saruman stood calmly his white robes whipping in the wind behind him and his gray hair blew in his face. He irritably brushed back his hair with slender pale fingers. He regarded them coolly as his brown eyes rested upon Thranduil. " And give up my favorite toy?" He mused. " Though he is growing dull..." He pondered it for a moment. He made a gestured to some orcs inside unseen by the group outside.

Thranduil shook in rage from that statement and the way he referred to his son. " Release my son." He repeated coolly ignoring Elrond or Elrond's sons that stood behind him.

The orcs went down to the dungeons and kicked him until he woke. They dragged him up to the balcony where Saruman stood. They let go and he collapsed onto the ground.

The wind felt harsh on his body and the sunlight stung Legolas's already burning eyes making him close them tighter. He moaned as his body hit the ground. He was unaware of those looking up at him.

" Elf you have visitors show some respect and great them." Saruman sneered as he started to lift Legolas up with the staff he held in hand.

Legolas soared over the balcony and was suspended limply in mid air directly above his father. His breathing was just barely there but enough to keep his body alive. The burning came once more in his eyes, and his eyes snapped open revealing scarred lifeless blue eyes. Legolas moaned as he felt the darkness calling to him.

" You want him you have to catch him." Saruman said finally disgusted by the situation. He let the piece of scum go and watched with a twisted amused smirk. Still he forced Legolas's eyes open.

Legolas watched with scarred blue eyes. Fear sparked in his eyes as he helpless watched the ground rush to meet him. Darkness claimed him before he hit the ground.

Something strange happened during his decent to the ground. He seemed to slow right before he hit the ground. The reason was revealed as Gandalf the gray stepped out from the elven army in which he was hidden in.

" Mithrandir!" Estel shouted.

Thranduil wasted no time in an instant he was at his son's side. He gently took one of Legolas's hands as he knelt down beside him. " Legolas..."

He said hopefully.

Legolas gave no response that he even heard his father's soft voice if he did. His body was still and a deathly pale, paler then snow. His breathing had almost stopped completely as faint shallow ragged breaths that sounded harsh and labored to the ears surrounding them. It sounded especially harsh to his father's ears.

Thranduil sat with Legolas's head in his lap too afraid that embracing him would hurt him further. Tears fell freely from his eyes and he didn't bother to hide them.

Everyone stood transfixed until a gasp came from Legolas and he stopped breathing.

Elrond and Gandalf rushed to the fallen prince's side at an instant.

" It would be wise if we left him here..." Gandalf said.

Completely misunderstanding what Gandalf said Estel stood and cut him off. " What?!"

Thranduil held the 2,705-year-old elf in his arms as he slowly stood with him in his arms.

" I agree Gandalf it would be risky to move him, but we have little choice in the matter." Elrond said as he looked over at Thranduil. He couldn't imagine what was running through his mind to be so close to loosing his son that was almost lost at birth.

" I will not let my son..." Thranduil paused and choked on the words. " ... Die here... If such a thing is to come it will... happen... where he will be comfortable... and where he can be with his friends and family." He stated in a sorrow filled voice.

Elrond nodded in understanding at Thranduil's statement, and helped Legolas's still body onto the horse in front of Thranduil before jumping onto his own horse and took off after him.

Gandalf followed in suit and flanked Thranduil's other side.

The ride back to Rivendell was silent and the atmosphere was filled with anxiety, concern, and worry for the young prince, but none was more anxious then Thranduil to get back to Rivendell.

TBC....

A/N: Does anyone have suggestions for what the title of this series should be? I've been coming up with blanks trying to figure one out.

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