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Author's Notes:

This is a SHORT chapter. I promise the next one will be longer but I have a lot of assignments. One big thing is due tomorrow! I have to get it done or a note gets sent home (then I probably wouldn't be able to update at all cos I'll be banned from going online)! The sooner the holiday comes the longer my chapters can get…Please Review! *sigh* I've started getting flames again…

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Elrond's night…Legolas' thoughts are in italics.

Elrond was filled with curiosity, pity and anger. He could not believe that Legolas was so deprived of love. He did not even know what a friend was? He could tell that Legolas had been hurt badly.

**Memory**

"It is fine. I take no offence," Elrond said casually. "It has already been arranged. A bed should arrive shortly. You shouldn't move, it could risk reopening the wound. I am merely concerned, that's all. May I see young Legolas for a moment?"

Herendil was alarmed and protective. He bowed. From his point he could see that Legolas was terrified. "My Lord, please, it was not his fault. Please don't punish him. He didn't deliberately anger you, it was a mistake. I just wanted him to sleep more comfortably because of his dislocated shoulder. It was my entire fault. Please don't punish him," Herendil beseeched.

Elrond was aghast that Herendil thought that he was going to hurt Legolas. They are so fearful of authority, he thought. "Relax. I am not angry with you or your companion. I just wanted to change his bandages to prevent the infection from getting worse. I won't punish him." Elrond could scarcely believe it. Herendil thought he was going to hurt the young one. "I would never hurt a child." 

**End Memory**

He would never hurt a child! He was a father himself! Not to mention that it would be unthinkable for a HEALER to abuse an elfling!

Then he was angry. Why had he let Herendil stay with Legolas? Didn't Herendil say that Legolas was his personal servant? But the sub-supervisor protected the young one and Legolas trusted him…but then why is Legolas so afraid to people in power…why did he say he was a pathetic slave…

Questions ran around Elrond's mind. He didn't even try to sleep, it would be pointless. He felt worried for Legolas' well-being. Legolas acts too old for an elfling like him. He doesn't look like he is anywhere near the age of majority! He is so small and thin for his size. Elrond could feel his paternal instinct stir within him.

There is something about his hair and his face. He looks like someone I know.

"Legolas Greenleaf," Elrond tested. The name rolled off his tongue. It sounded so familiar, yet he couldn't place whom this enigmatic elf was.

Elrond rose from place, where he had been resting on his bed. He went to the window. He felt very confused. Nothing added up. Then, he walked over to the bookshelf and started to read the history of Middle-Earth. He let the words wash over him, lulling him unwittingly into slumber.