An: I'm back again. Here things get a bit worse…

Jenetri: I love those stories too. And I have more of this type of fic coming up, a series of vignettes in fact.

Flames of the moon: Wow! Thank you! blushes in fact getting published is a sort of dream of mine.

Swasti: The axe will get sharper it always does…

Blondi aka Lucius: Elladan and Elrohir won't be in this fic, but they will be in my next fic.

Chapter 6- Poison

Thranduil hurried up the steps to Legolas' chamber, the unconscious Prince in his arms. Bursting into his son's room he hurriedly laid his son on the bed "Ilyanna!" he yelled calling for the healer, who a moment later walked into the room.

"I was told he was injured. How badly so?" the healer asked softly, her golden hair pulled back in a long braid

"He has a punctured lung" Thranduil replied "among other injuries" he sank down into an armchair which had been placed by Legolas' bed

"And you aren't uninjured either" she scolded, hading him some salve and a cloth so he could clean his wound, then she turned back to Legolas "honestly. Why is it that the lords of this realm love getting into trouble?"

Thranduil raised an elegant eyebrow as he pulled his tunic over his head with a wince "I don't" he stated, then he gestured to Legolas "He does though I suspect"

"And he drags you into trouble too?" Ilyanna said turning to Thranduil with a sly smile

"Yes!"

"That is exactly what your Father told me" she said with a laugh.

Thranduil sighed "I understand why Father worried so much about me now"

Ilyanna smiled at the elf king, she had served under Oropher and after Thranduil's mother's death in childbirth and she had become something of a mother to the elf, as she had been to Legolas after his Mother's death. She loved both the royals dearly as if they were her own children, and despaired that they never had a Mother's love. She had always understood why they had turned to her. After all, there are some things a child cannot talk to his Father about. As she treated Legolas wound she kept one eye on Thranduil, as he too had been wounded. Legolas was critically injured; she only prayed that he would survive, for the sake of Mirkwood.

Thranduil after completing his own ministrations rose to his feet and began to hover over his son, this eventually began to grate on Ilyanna's nerves "Thranduil!" she snapped at last "Will you sit down and stop hovering over me, else I shall be forced to throw you out of this room. For I cannot treat your son with you in my way"

Thranduil looked like he was going to argue back, but eventually he backed down and returned to the armchair beside Legolas bed.

What seemed like hours passed and Thranduil was beginning to feel weaker Poison he thought. But he said nothing, not wanting to disturb Ilyanna from her ministrations. Eventually she rose, shock evident on her face "He has been poisoned" she stated. "The orc's dagger, I presume"

"As am I" Thranduil admitted

Ilyanna's eyes widened "And why did you not say anything! Of all the stupid idiotic" she threw her hands in the air "Why did you not tell me!"

Thranduil looked at her, looking like a child who was in trouble with his Mother "I am sorry" he said "I didn't want you to stop treating Legolas"

The healer sighed "Honestly Thranduil, you care more for your son than your own life" with that she swept out of Legolas' room

When she had left, Thranduil moved swiftly to his son's side, sitting on the bed and clutching Legolas' hand "Legolas, ion-nin." He whispered a hint of desperation in his voice, for Legolas had been unconscious for too long. True, Thranduil was poisoned but that would be easy to cure. For Legolas, injured as he was, the poison could be much harder to cure.

As Ilyanna entered he voiced his concern, and to his surprise she hung her head, unable to meet his eye "Thranduil, he may not pull through" she said gently.

"No" he whispered he turned to his son "Legolas, please, don't leave me, Greenleaf, please don't leave me" he whispered, unashamed of the tears that now ran down his face.

Legolas wandered through a garden of beauty is this Mandos? He asked himself Am I dead? He looked up at the tall trees, and the fountain that stood before him, it was shaped as a beautiful elven maiden. He looked around in shock "Where am I?"

"How dare you hurt my son!" came a booming voice behind him, Legolas span around to come face to face with a tall golden haired elf, with sparkling silver eyes

"I…I…don't know your son!" Legolas stammered, but then recognition dawned on the elf. "Lord Oropher!" he gasped dropping to one knee, his head bowed

Oropher frowned "There is no need for that, young Legolas. Rise, explain to me why my son is so distraught?" he led Legolas to the fountain and stared down at an image of himself lying there in his bed

"I have done all I can" he heard Ilyanna saying "He is not fighting as he should…I think the pain to be too much for him. I am sorry Thranduil, but it is up to him now."

"Thank you." He heard his Father whisper brokenly "I wish to be alone" tears were running down the elf kings cheeks as he whispered "Don't leave me, Greenleaf, please" over and over

"Am I dead?" Legolas asked softly, his own eyes looking suspiciously liquid

"No, but you will be if you linger here" the elf Lord stated "And I will not have your Father joining you."

Legolas bowed his head "How can I go back?" he asked, having made his decision.

"You already know the way" said Oropher simply, as he walked away, leaving Legolas alone.

Thranduil watched as Legolas stirred in his sleep, and his heart leapt. The remedy was working. It had already purged the poison from his own body, and it was treating his son too. He clutched at his son's limp hand willing his son to waken. But it was no use, though Legolas seemed willing to live, the poison still would not give in it's fight, for the remedy worked with the elven healing skills to defeat the poison, but with Legolas' healing skills already working on his many other wounds, his healing skills were not strong enough to help counter the poison.

Late that night Thranduil woke to here Legolas moaning, looking over at his son he was shocked to see his forehead burning with sweat, reaching out to touch his son's forehead he was shocked to find it burning. "Ilyanna!" he called. When the healer came running in Thranduil turned to her his voice shook as he said "He has a fever"

TBC

Last Chapter tomorrow…

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