The love of a father
Thranduil killed any Men surrounding him and fought to get to his son. The King had killed whoever had pinned his son to the ground by throwing a small dagger. The Elven King dropped to his knees by his bleeding son. He gently turned his son over, receiving a soft moan from the Prince, and cradled him in his arms. "Everything's going to be okay." Thranduil said softly. He stroked his son's hair. "I---I am not sure about that, Ada." Legolas said, shaking a little. The King held his son tighter to keep him warm. "I'll get you to warmth soon. Right now, I need you to hold on until I can do that." Thranduil said. He received no response. "Legolas? Can you do that for me? Can you hold on just a bit longer?" He asked his son again.
Legolas buried his face into his Father's robes. He shook his head. Tears came to Thranduil's eyes. "Yes, you can. I know you can. What happened to my Legolas? Sarcastic...sometimes a little too sarcastic for his own good...and funny...you're so funny! What happened to him? What happened to my son?" Thranduil's tears fell. "He died." Legolas said, pain in his voice. Soon, Elven Guards surrounded The King and Prince. "Don't say that!" Thranduil couldn't stand to see his son like this. Soon, the small shakes turned violent. Legolas gripped his Father's robes tighter and tighter as the shaking became more violent. Thranduil held his son. He looked up to the Guards. "See what you can do to get Legolas safely inside." He ordered, still trying to soothe his son.
Two guards nodded and went off. "It's so cold, Ada." Legolas' voice brought Thranduil to reality. "I just sent some guards to clear the Palace. You told me you had good news! What was it?" Thranduil remembered. Legolas looked up, still shaking as convulsions took over, and smiled a bit. The smile broke Thranduil's heart. "A-about---three days---ago-I received word...from...Ar...Aragorn...he's...coming...here!" Legolas announced. Thranduil forced a smile. He didn't exactly like Humans, especially NOW, but this was Legolas' friend and he needed to trust his son's judgment. "Good. Good. Very good. This means we shall receive help." The King said. Legolas cried out in pain as Thranduil touched the sword wound in his shoulder. "I'm sorry, son. Shh...please do not cry." The King said, sorrow in his voice. "I need to get that out. You have part of the sword still lodged in your shoulder." The Father explained to his son. Legolas turned his head upwards so that he saw the sky. "Okay...Ada....so much...death to...to the...immortals. So...much...death." Legolas breathed as he looked at the gray sky. Thranduil tried to keep his son's attention away from the shoulder wound. "Yes." He said. He couldn't pull the broken sword from his son's shoulder out of love and concern. His son's convulsion was bad and violent and he couldn't move anything until it stopped.
He did this only out of love.
Thranduil killed any Men surrounding him and fought to get to his son. The King had killed whoever had pinned his son to the ground by throwing a small dagger. The Elven King dropped to his knees by his bleeding son. He gently turned his son over, receiving a soft moan from the Prince, and cradled him in his arms. "Everything's going to be okay." Thranduil said softly. He stroked his son's hair. "I---I am not sure about that, Ada." Legolas said, shaking a little. The King held his son tighter to keep him warm. "I'll get you to warmth soon. Right now, I need you to hold on until I can do that." Thranduil said. He received no response. "Legolas? Can you do that for me? Can you hold on just a bit longer?" He asked his son again.
Legolas buried his face into his Father's robes. He shook his head. Tears came to Thranduil's eyes. "Yes, you can. I know you can. What happened to my Legolas? Sarcastic...sometimes a little too sarcastic for his own good...and funny...you're so funny! What happened to him? What happened to my son?" Thranduil's tears fell. "He died." Legolas said, pain in his voice. Soon, Elven Guards surrounded The King and Prince. "Don't say that!" Thranduil couldn't stand to see his son like this. Soon, the small shakes turned violent. Legolas gripped his Father's robes tighter and tighter as the shaking became more violent. Thranduil held his son. He looked up to the Guards. "See what you can do to get Legolas safely inside." He ordered, still trying to soothe his son.
Two guards nodded and went off. "It's so cold, Ada." Legolas' voice brought Thranduil to reality. "I just sent some guards to clear the Palace. You told me you had good news! What was it?" Thranduil remembered. Legolas looked up, still shaking as convulsions took over, and smiled a bit. The smile broke Thranduil's heart. "A-about---three days---ago-I received word...from...Ar...Aragorn...he's...coming...here!" Legolas announced. Thranduil forced a smile. He didn't exactly like Humans, especially NOW, but this was Legolas' friend and he needed to trust his son's judgment. "Good. Good. Very good. This means we shall receive help." The King said. Legolas cried out in pain as Thranduil touched the sword wound in his shoulder. "I'm sorry, son. Shh...please do not cry." The King said, sorrow in his voice. "I need to get that out. You have part of the sword still lodged in your shoulder." The Father explained to his son. Legolas turned his head upwards so that he saw the sky. "Okay...Ada....so much...death to...to the...immortals. So...much...death." Legolas breathed as he looked at the gray sky. Thranduil tried to keep his son's attention away from the shoulder wound. "Yes." He said. He couldn't pull the broken sword from his son's shoulder out of love and concern. His son's convulsion was bad and violent and he couldn't move anything until it stopped.
He did this only out of love.