Legolas could feel his shaking increase and he called out desperately. "Please, Ada do not fight." Both Elrond and Thranduil turned at the Prince's cry.
Thranduil moved forward and pulled his son up from his wheelchair. Legolas felt his weak and painful legs collapse underneath him. He fell to the ground and he hit is head hard against the arm of the chair as he fell. Estel could only think back to the last time this had happened all those months ago, right at the beginning of Legolas' healing. It had pushed his recovery back for weeks and all he could do was pray that this would not be a repetition of that time.
Estel pushed the King of Mirkwood roughly out of the way as he made for the blond Elf. He gently pulled the bleeding head into his lap and he ran his hands through his best friend's hair whispering reassurances. Elrond placed chewed Athelas plant on the cut and try to sooth the unconscious Elf.
Thranduil barged his way back into the tight knit group around his son to bark out a query. "What has happened to him? He looks awful."
"He was dealt a hand more grievous than you will ever know. He needs to rest and recover from the ill that has been done to him." Elrond replied trying to reassure his sons and still continue to be hostile towards Thranduil.
Galadriel could only shake her head at the feuding families. "All of you please stop looking at each other as if you could kill the other. Legolas needs his entire family with him and right now that happens to involve all of you." She indicated that Glorfindel should pick the fallen prince up. "Legolas will sleep in my chambers for now. All of you must remain here and discuss how best to help and not hinder the young Prince's recovery."
She walked off followed quickly by Glorfindel who cradles the young Prince tenderly in his arms.
Thranduil rounded on Elrond as soon as the Lady and Legolas were out of sight. "You have no right to hold my son against his will in your Realm." He shouted, truly enraged.
"I have never stopped Legolas from doing anything that he has not wanted to. The reason that Legolas has not returned to Mirkwood is because he does not wish to. He appreciates what it is like to belong with a family that loves him." Elrond knew the instant the words left his mouth that he had gone too far and was unsurprised when a fist connected solidly with his left temple.
"Never, ever say that I do not care for nor love my son. He is all I have left of her and he is dear to me." No one needed to ask who it was that he referred to. Thranduil's wife had died a long time ago when Legolas was an Elfling and he had never forgotten her. Looking into the half Elf's eyes he asked. "Does he truly hate me?"
Glorfindel sat beside the bed holding Legolas. The blond Prince had woken a few minutes earlier and the healers were now tending to his head wound.
Looking into the blond Balrog Slayer's eyes, Legolas said. "He is a good King; he would never hurt anyone on purpose."
I know, Legolas and he loves you very much, but he does not admit it as easily as Elrond and his son's do."
"I fear whatever I do now one of my Adar's is going to hate me."
"Legolas, I can promise you now that no one will ever hate you. Follow your heart, even if you go to Mirkwood, Elrond will still forever be you Adar and the twins and Estel will still be your brothers. And I, well I will always be your friend."
"You are more than that, I have always wanted an Uncle and now I have one, you." Legolas smiled slightly at the other Elf.
Glorfindel simply smiled, pleased before telling the Prince to rest. He sat there thinking of Legolas as a youngster.
Flashback
Legolas had the mortal appearance of a five year old and the two twins were nine. Legolas had accompanied his father on a visit to Rivendell. It was the first time that Glorfindel had met the small Elfling. He had been expecting a miniature version of the stuffy Mirkwood King who was even now sat in meetings with lord Elrond.
Instead he had met a small shy and reserved Elfling that needed love and friends. The twins had soon started to play with him, even though he was smaller and younger than them. They were currently chasing the blond Prince around the gardens while Glorfindel Elfling sat them while their fathers were otherwise engaged.
Legolas came running up to him and accidentally knocked into the Lord's legs. Legolas jumped back and tripped landing hard on the ground. He wanted to cry; instead he looked down at the ground and said. "I am sorry, my Lord please forgive me it was an accident."
"It is well, little One, I am fine. I am more concerned about your poor wrist, that fall looked painful." Glorfindel gently lifted the wrist causing Legolas to yelp in pain. By this time the twin's had caught up with them and they were peering worriedly into Legolas' pale face. Glorfindel picked the Elfling up and carried him into the Last Homely House and to the healing halls.
Legolas could not stop him self from crying any more, what Glorfindel was not aware of until later was that he was crying from fear of his father and not the pain in his wrist, which was badly sprained.
Glorfindel and the twin's spent the rest of the day playing quietly with Legolas until his father came to collect him. He had never before seen such a scared Elfling.
End flashback.
Legolas had never really spoken about it very much, but Glorfindel guessed that Legolas was not allowed to play and laugh much in Mirkwood. It had pained Glorfindel a lot that Legolas had been forced to stay in his chambers and he was not allowed to play.
Thranduil and Elrond sat at a table, one on either end neither speaking nor moving. Finally Elrond decided to break the silence. "Legolas has been taken as a member of my family. He calls me Ada and I consider him my son."
Thranduil felt anger beginning to build up inside him and he advanced on Elrond. "I care not what he calls you. He is my son and he always has and will be I love him. I always have."
"Then why do you never show him that love? You are so self centred that you can not even see that you have caused Legolas much hurt. You never ever approve of anything he has done. He was in weapon's training while other Elfling's played. He never had any fun except when he was in Rivendell." Elrond was shouting at the King now.
Thranduil and Elrond stood face to face shouting at each other, each trying to get the other to listen to his point of view. It was Elrond that threw the last verbal blow. "You are a terrible father. Legolas hates you."
Thranduil drew back his fist and let it fly. It caught Elrond's temple. The Rivendell Lord launched him self at the King. The two were very quickly rolling on the ground hitting each other and trying to show just how much they hated each other.
They were both giving and receiving hard hits and both were about to deliver another punch when a shout from behind them caused them to stop.
There in the door stood Glorfindel. He looked absolutely furious. "I hope that you are both proud of yourselves, you have just woken your son from the first proper rest that he has had in days. He is up there crying as we speak because he thinks that you both hate him. At this moment I have to say I do not blame him." With that he made his way further into the chamber.
"I do not care how you do it, but the two of you are going to work out how you are going to arrange this. You both have to realise that Legolas has two families or you are going to loose him. The choice is up to both of you."
With that Glorfindel turned and walked back to Legolas. Estel followed him from the chamber. They arrived at the chamber where Legolas was staying. The Prince was sat up in the bed with tears streaming down his face. In his hands he held two items. One was the Greenleaf that Elrond and his family had given him, the other item was a ring.
Neither of the two in the door realised that the Prince knew they were there until he began to speak. "My Ada, I mean Thranduil gave this to me when I came of age. It was my mother's, she wore it everywhere. He said that she would have been proud of me. But I wish that he was I wish that he loved me."
"He loves you, Legolas he loves you a lot. That is why he distances him self from you." Glorfindel moved rapidly towards the bed.
"No, he does not. I have never felt towards Thranduil as I do with you and my brother's. Please I want to go home. Please?" Glorfindel pulled the blond into a hug.
"Legolas, speak with the King, I beg of you. Just talk to him, if you still want to come back to Rivendell then I promise I will get you there even if I have to kidnap you."
"Very well Glorfindel I will do as you wish."
Glorfindel squeezed the Prince's hand before leaving to fetch Thranduil. Legolas took several deep breaths and granted his blood father entry to the chamber.
"It is good to see you, Legolas." Thranduil looked grave as he entered.
"As it is you, my Lord, I must question your reasons for coming to the meeting, we both know that you are not concerned with others welfare. That is the only reason that this meeting was called."
Thranduil chose not to answer his son. "Legolas, I am informing you know that you will be coming home with me to Mirkwood as soon as you are well. I am also forbidding you to see any of the Perendil's ever again."
"No, you can not order me any more. I have a new family, I will not renounce my heritage, but neither will I renounce my heart." Legolas felt his head begin to swim and fought to finish the conversation. "I am sorry, Adar but I am going home, to Rivendell."
Thranduil felt his temper flare and was about to take it out on his son when Legolas went rigid and he began to shake.
Thranduil stood frozen in place for long minute gaping at his son before he shook him self and did the only thing he could think of. He called for Elrond.
The dark haired Lord ran into the chamber and was shocked at what he found; it certainly was not what he had been expecting. He did not expect Legolas to be seizing, but this fit had an intensity and fierceness that none of the other recent one's had presented with.
Legolas was safe on the bed for the minute. His head was thrown back and his face was drawn back in a frightening expression caused by the force of the fit, his muscle's of his jaw were standing out in stark contrast. Saliva mixed with blood ran down his chin and he was making short panting whimpering sounds.
Both his arms and legs were contracting painfully. Elrond ran further into the chamber, calling over his shoulder to Glorfindel to come and help. He reached Thranduil's side and immediately began to order the King to protect Legolas head. The King did so without hesitation.
"What is wrong with him?" Thranduil looked up as Glorfindel raced into the room, carrying Elrond's herb bag. He took in the situation at a glance and opened the bag top reach for the herbs that Elrond would need.
"He had an accident several months ago, it has left his disabled and he keeps having seizures. That is why he uses the chair." Elrond had to try, unsuccessfully to hide the wince as Legolas' head snapped back with force The Prince would be very sore when he woke up. A small voice in the back of his mind added 'if he wakes up'.
It was then that smell hit their delicate nostrils and despite him self Elrond had to look down, he looked up and caught Thranduil's horrified eyes. Legolas had been doubly incontinent as the force of the seizure squeezed the other muscles.
"Is this normal?" the King's tone was frankly scared.
"No, this is a very bad seizure." Elrond accepted the tea from Glorfindel and with his friend's help tried to give the Prince the tea.
The force of the seizure was too great and they could not even open his mouth between the muscle contractions.
"This is no good; we will never get this into him." Glorfindel met his friend's eyes and nodded. He helped lay Legolas back on the chair before running to the herbs once more. He mixed and crushed the herbs and roots before mixing them into a paste. He then carried the bowl over to the bed.
"What are you going to do?" Thranduil was watching his every move.
"I have to give Legolas this medicine and there is only one route that I can use while he is like this." Elrond and Glorfindel had moved Legolas onto his left side. Thranduil said no more until Elrond began to pull Legolas' legging's down.
"Stop! What in the Valor are you doing?!" He was horrified at what he was watching.
Elrond's reply was succinct and to the point. "Saving my son's life."
That took the wind out of the King's sails and there were no further interruptions as Elrond treated Legolas. Once finished they lay him back onto his side, watching with worry as he continued to seize.
Slowly, incredibly slowly Legolas began to calm until at last he was still and his breathing was ragged. Elrond let out a sigh, brushing the dishevelled hair out of the Prince's face. Then he took a deep sigh and turned to face the King once more.
TBC . .
What do you think. I hope that this was worth waiting for. I would like to say a huge thank you to shell who wrote the seizure scene for me as I am bad at things like this.
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