Chapter 107: Injuries

"Legolas, what you and Haldir did was very-

"Bad? I'm sorry."

"Legolas, you know not to interrupt. No, it's not bad, it-

"Awful? I guess I am an awful elfling..."

"No, no, no, and again, no interrupting. It was very kind, and I am proud of you for caring enough for Cield to do this for him." Thranduil smiled, kissing his son's small forehead.

"Yay. That's a good thing?"

"Yes it is, of course it is." Thranduil smiled, pulling Legolas onto his lap.

"So, you had a fun time with Haldir?"

"Ya. But once he got really, really, really mad and hurt me."

"He... he did?" Thranduil was shocked. Our innocent Haldir had 'forgotten' to tell Thranduil of when he slapped the elfling.

"What did he do to you ion-nin?"

"Slapped my bum. And Haldiw is really strong like you, but you don't hit as hard as Haldir did."

"I would not have thought Haldir to do something like this."

"Why?"

"Because, as I can remember him telling me, Haldir has two little brothers, and he's used to dealing with them gently."

"Oh... Ada, Nin melil [Daddy, do you love me]?"

"Len melil, len melil Legolas [I love you, I love you Legolas]."

"Yay." Legolas tightly embraced his father's waist.

"Now, I believe Haldir needs to be dealt with for when he had stricken you. Stay here."

"All alone?"

"You are sick, ion-nin, and cannot come into the kitchen with me."

Legolas pouted, cried (though the crying was fake), and pounded his small, adorable fists in his bed, but Thranduil recognized it all. These things only worked with Haldir and Cield.

Thranduil entered the kitchen, where Haldir had broken a bowl and refused to clean up the broken shards of glass.

"Haldir, clean! Tis not that hard... it is my JOB to clean up Legolas' little messes.

"But I am a March Warden! It is as close to royalty as I can get, without wedding a princess or queen! You are the butler and not I!"

"Haldir, Galion, ignore the mess else supper will never be prepared." Thranduil suddenly said. Haldir smiled innocently and Galion looked shamefully away.

"Sorry sir."

"Yes, sorry..."

Cield came running into the kitchen and flung his arms around Haldir's neck.

"Thank you so much!" He smiled.

"For... what? I am only making soup, and tis not the greatest of soup..."

"No Haldir, for building the crib! Firelien loves it, and it seems as if she may accept my proposal after all, though she still is considering it. I am forever grateful!"

Haldir smiled.

"Twas easy, and you looked so depressed."

Cield smiled and walked over to his father, and embraced him.

"Thank you Ada."

"Now it is my turn to say, for what? I did not build the crib."

"Yes, but you have always, always been there for me. Always. I thank you for that." Cield embraced his father again, and then Firelien entered the kitchen, and Cield moved from his father to Firelien instantly.

Legolas snuck out of his room in the meanwhile, and had entered the kitchen quietly and without being noticed, climbed to the top of the countertop.

"HALDIR! Look at me!" Legolas smiled.

"Legolas! Daro [stop]! Daro tan si [stop that now]!" Thranduil yelled.

"But-

"DARO!" Thranduil boomed. The king was scared for his elfling, the broken glass just below the counter top. Legolas then lost balance, and was heading face first into the broken glass on the marble floor.

"LEGOLAS!" Thranduil gasped. Cield could not watch his brother kill himself, and Cield ran to the countertop, and slid onto the floor. The glass cut through Cield's tunic and bandages, cutting the prince's skin on his back, and Legolas landed on Cield's chest, barely injured but causing Cield immense pain.

"Cield! Legolas!" Thranduil ran to his two children, and took Legolas off Cield. Quickly checking for injuries, Thranduil let Haldir hold Legolas. Cield's eyes where shut tightly. The wound he had made on his chest had been healing well until Legolas landed on his chest, and the wound began to bleed again, just after stopping. The glass in Cield's back was painful as well.

"Cield, Manen el [how are you]?"

"Ada... it... hurts..." Cield whispered. Thranduil grasped his smallest son tightly and looked at him disappointedly.

"Legolas, what you did was shameful. Cield is now in pain because he saved your life."

"I-

"Apologze now, to Cield."

"Sorry Cield." Legolas kissed his brother.

Thranduil handed Legolas back to Haldir, and carefully raised Cield from the floor, and removed his tunic.

"The glass is deeply in your skin." Thranduil bit his lip. "I cannot remove this glass, as it is beyond my healing talents to remove the pieces without causing you harm. As much as I do not want to hand you over to the healers, I must-

"My lord?"

"Yes, Haldir?"

"My little brother Rumil once had a piece of glass stuck in his shin, and I was left to removing it... perhaps... I could remove the glass in Cield's back? I received my skills from being taught by Lord Celeborn when training to be a March Warden."

"Then of course, if you have the talent, you may. Cield, you have a say in this, do you wish Haldir to remove the glass?"

"Haldir has already done so much for me... but yes, if he can remove this glass, I would appreciate his help." Cield said as his father brought him to his feet.

"Go, bring him, once again, to Tonus' room. I will deal with my littlest son, and then we may eat." Thranduil commanded. Galion cleaned the glass from the floor, and Firelien followed Cield and Haldir.

Thranduil took Legolas by his wrist firmly and without saying anything dragged the elfling to his bedroom. Legolas tried to push his father's hand off his wrist, but failed. Thranduil sat the elfling on his bed, and crossed his arms.

"I told you not to enter the kitchen!" Thranduil said. Legolas did not have the courage to speak.

"Give me your excuse Legolas. Perhaps if it is well enough, I will lighten your punishment."

Legolas thought hard.

"I wanted attention Ada, because I was lonely. That's my honest story, and its true. I wanted attention, because it was not fun being alone in my room being sick."

Thranduil knew his son was being honest, and he did not want to go too hard or too easy on Legolas, since, after all, Cield had risked his life to save Legolas.

"Alright Legolas, I am glad that you are being honest, but still, I must... punish you."

"Okay." Legolas was still quite sick and was too tired to put up much of a fight. The elfling climbed onto his father's lap and prepared himself for a slap without being asked.

Legolas sucked on his thumb as he awaited a slap, but he id not received one.

"Legolas..."

"Yes?"

"Did you erm... notice what you have done in your pants Legolas?"

"That is diarrhea!"

"Yes... well... I think we should clean you up Legolas."

"Okay."

To be continued...