Legolas cried until he could no more. Angry at himself for being so weak he wiped away the evidence, and shakily got to his feet. His bow still rested next to him. He knew Tonus and his Ada would be angry at him if it was not cared for properly. They had given it him as a birthday present when he had come of age, as he had already shown himself to be a promising archer.

He smiled at the memory of himself tottering around the archery field with his toy bow clutched tightly in his hands trying to beat the guards.

His father used to laugh as he watched his son at play. He hardly ever laughed or spent time with him now.

Legolas grabbed the bow and laid it carefully into its carved box.

'He sees me as just a weapon now.'

Sometimes his Ada made him so mad!!! He kicked his bed in frustration.

"For so many years I have tried to please him. Killing one after another in his twisted games. No more!!!"

He had been shouting. But the next time he spoke it was quieter that a whisper.

"I don't want to know what will happen when I tell him."

Shuddering at the thought he climbed into bed to prepare for whatever the next day would bring him.

The first sun rays of dawn splashed on his face. Opening his eyes slowly Legolas' thoughts once again turned to his Ada. What would he say? What would he do? Legolas felt a pang of fear as he thought of the possibilities.

'Well' He thought 'Maybe he will realize what wrong he has caused.'

Feeling only slightly better he swung himself out of bed and got dressed in his tunic and trousers. He was just about to braid his hair when there was a knock at his door.

Sighing at the interruption he strolled over to the door to see Denling. One of his father's personal servants.

"King Thranduil wishes to see you now Prince Legolas."

"Aye. I'm coming."

'It's now or never.' He thought as he followed Denling.

He was shown to the throne room. A big imposing space, the slightest sound resonated around making everything almost unbearably loud. A regal throne decked with precious stones from all the eleven kingdoms made it sparkle and shimmer in the newly risen sun.

Denling bowed to the figure sat on the throne.

Thranduil dismissed him, and father and son were alone.

The King stood and addressed Legolas.

"Last night went well. The body has been disposed of and nobody is any the wiser. However we have another problem. It seems that one of my advisers is a traitor, selling secretes to another Kingdom or so I have been told. You will dispose of him to night. Same time, same place."

The young Prince trembled

"N…n…no"

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"You heard me…I said NO." Legolas yelled back at his farther.

Thranduil walked towards him menacingly.

"I get it; you're in league with him aren't you? You're coming across all noble now, but you forget yourself. You're a murderer Legolas. You're thinking of running away aren't you!?"

With this he grabbed Legolas by his collar and threw him into the wall. Advancing on his son, he grabbed him by the hair and pulled him upright.

"Who would take you in after they find out what you have done? Eh? You see no one would. Murderer, traitor!"

Legolas sobbed trying desperately to wrench himself from the crushing grip his father now held him by.

With a swift backhand, Thranduil send his son sprawling to the floor. Throwing him a finally kick, he called for the guards to escort his son to the dungeons.

Legolas shivered in the depressing damp of his cell. His check was swollen and tender where his father hand hit him. A horrible purple bruise was beginning to show up in the blackness.

Slowly he pulled himself into a ball and whimpered at the sudden stinging sensation he felt. He was so alone.

Elvenon: Here's the update unfortunately it was a combination of illness and school that kept me from writing the next chapter. Thank you for your review it's nice to see that my story is enjoyed by someone!!!

Othrilis: Ooopsie!!!!!! I didn't notice that!!