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Summary: Shortly after an argument with his father, Legolas goes on a patrol down in the southern Mirkwood. His patrol got ambushed and they return right away while Legolas lies dying. How will Thranduil react to his son's injury?

A/N: this is my first fic so please be nice!

On with the story!

Chapter 1

A knock on the door woke the elf sleeping on the bed. Legolas immediately sat up and looked around, warily. It was just his room. He sighed. He had just gotten back from his 90th patrol of the year. His room made him feel a bit awkward.

"Mi' lord?" the voice brought Legolas back to his senses.

"Yes?" he replied. The door opened and Telion, one of the servants came in.

"Prince Legolas, the King requires your presence right now in the Court room," Telion said, and then he quickly bowed and left the room.

Oh no! Legolas shot up from his bed and quickly changed his clothes and braided his blonde hair. He had forgotten, today, there was a council and his presence was required. His father is going to be furious. He was late again. He only hoped that the council had only started.

As quickly as he can, which is pretty fast, he practically ran to the Council room. He skidded to a stop at the door. He took a deep breath and stepped in.

"Ah Legolas. I was wondering if you would join us today," the King said. Legolas blushed deeply.

"I am deeply sorry father," he bowed. Thranduil looked at his son deeply disappointed. His other sons, Fallaner and Ohtar were never late.

"Take your seat, Legolas, do not be late again," Thranduil said sternly. Legolas bowed again.

"Yes, milord," he took his seat.

"Now report on the patrol to the north," Thranduil commanded.

"The spiders have invaded a partial of the woods up in northern Mirkwood and the orcs and wargs have been sighted," Legolas said.

"Have the spiders, orcs and wargs been dealt with?" Thranduil pressed on.

"We were outnumbered greatly, though we managed to fell a few orcs and spiders," Legolas replied.

"Very well." Thranduil said. "Now onto other matters. Southern Mirkwood has attracted more and more orcs. I shall send Legolas to patrol and hopefully find out why the orcs are dwelling in my forest. Legolas, do you agree to take the patrol?"

"Yes, father," Legolas replied, a bit irritated. He had just gotten back from the patrol north and now he had to go again. His patrol party hasn't healed or rested enough for them to head out again.

"Good, you shall head out in two days," Thranduil said. He talked about the other matters of his kingdom while Legolas fumed to himself. He decided to talk to his father about this matter later on.

"Legolas?" Legolas started out of his trance. His father looked at him strangely.

"Yes father?"

"The council is over, my son. You may go, but remember do not be late again!"

Legolas hesitated.

"Father… I had just come back from the patrol north; can I not stay home longer?"

"Then who will deal with the orcs?" Thranduil asked.

"Orodan can deal with them," Legolas replied. Thranduil shook his head.

"He's resting with his family now," he said, getting annoyed. "Just go, Legolas!"

Legolas ignored the last comment. "So Orodan can rest and I can't now? Why do you want me to leave? Do you hate me?"

Thranduil was already annoyed and tired from having all the protests and complaints for a day. He lost his patience and blew up. "Do you really want to know! Well here's your answer! Yes, I do hate you! You were the reason that my wife is dead!" He exploded.

Legolas was shocked to hear such things from his father. His mother had died protecting him from orcs, but his siblings had loved him all the same. He now knew that his father thought differently.

"I am sorry, then, for now I know how you really feel about me, I will depart in tomorrow," he said, coldly.

Thranduil sat there, glaring coldly at his youngest son. How dare he talk to me in that tone of voice! He thought. At least he will be gone by tomorrow. He had been angry at his son for his wife had died protecting him, if he had not been born, his wife would still be with him. He still loved Legolas, but his anger had taken over his love.

Legolas walked away from his father's throne room, quietly and coldly. He turned quickly towards where some of the warriors were. His patrol will need to get ready for tomorrow.

A beautiful elven maiden walked happily towards the practice field. She loved to see the warriors practice. Her long blonde hair swirled around her and her blue eyes twinkled with delight. Tolúviel frowned when she saw her little brother walk towards the warriors out in the practice field. She stopped Legolas from walking any further.

"What do you want Tolúviel?" he said, coldly. Tolúviel was taken back. She frowned. He had never been this cold to anyone before.

"What's wrong Legolas?" she asked. Legolas turned his grey eyes towards her. This surprised her too. His eyes were supposed to be light silver, but now it was a stormy grey colour.

"Father hates me," he replied, stonily. Tolúviel was shocked. She shook her head.

"He does not hate you," she said. Then she frowned. "Did he say anything to you?"

"Oh only that he hates me and blames me for what happened to mother!" He snapped. Tolúviel's eyes flashed angrily.

"He what!" She exclaimed. Legolas looked at her.

"I don't want to repeat myself. You heard me correctly the first time!" He snapped again. Tolúviel turned and marched straight towards the throne room. Her father had gone way too far this time. She was so angry that she nearly smashed right into Ohtar and Fallaner, her twin brothers.

"Tolúviel?" they both exclaimed as she skidded to a stop in front of them. They blinked in confusion. She was supposed to be taking a walk, but now here she was standing in front of them steaming like a dragon.

"Get out of my way," she snarled. Ohtar stopped her from pushing them away.

"Before you go anywhere, explain," Fallaner said. His sister scowled at them both.

"Father said some very unreasonable things to Legolas," she fumed. "Now get out of my way!" Ohtar and Fallaner stepped aside. Ever since the death of their beloved mother, Tolúviel had become overprotective of Legolas, mothering him every time he came back from a patrol.

"What did he say?" Ohtar asked out of curiosity. It was too late for that, though, as Tolúviel had gone through the door of the throne room.