Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own anything to do with LotR! ;-;

Warnings: Hmmm… rated R for rape. That's about it… besides the angst factor but I think we all know that by now. Well, I think we all know the rape part too…

Well, this is the first time I've had Thranduil in one of my fics… well, alive in any case…. n.n;;; Cuz of this I hope I portrayed him alright. I don't really... yeah. Just don't be harsh, 'kay? Let me know if I way over-did it, then I shall change it.

Sorry this took so long to get out too. I didn't have it ready on Tuesday, which is the only day I can type this up besides every-other weekend so… yeah. You guys can handle it, though, right? Wasn't too long of a wait.


Unforgivable Pain

Chapter Twelve: He's Here!

It had been two days since Elrond had sent Thranduil the letter with the terrible news about Legolas. He expected the elvenking to arrive any day now, knowing him he'd push himself to make it faster than usual.

The elf-lord had been unable to convince the prince to sleep again, even with the use of herbs. He was too frightened that he'd have another experience like before and wake up in the darkness and alone. Fortunately, he had been able to convince him to eat some food. It hadn't been a lot but enough for him to survive off of and definitely more than before.

Elrond was devastated by the look Legolas had given him that night, which had told him of his wish of death. Even after the question had slipped he hadn't expected the answer to be a yes. To learn that had beenwasa depressing blow to the elder elf. He didn't know what he could do to help either… besides try his best and give the young elf all the comfort he could. Legolas still didn't seem to be getting any better, though. The lack of sleep was doing nothing to help his fever either. The healer had hoped for it to be gone by now. Restful sleep would help the most; it did help that he was starting to eat, little though it was. He was actually surprised the blonde was able to force himself to stay awake.

The elder elf still felt helpless, even if he was trying his best. He felt like his efforts were all in vain. He would not give up, though. He just hoped Thranduil would show up soon. Maybe he'd be able to help his son. Before he had counted on Aragorn's help since him and Legolas were very close. That was obviously no longer possible, unfortunately.

All of a sudden the doors burst open with a frantic elf barging in.

Legolas jumped at this unexpected intrusion and pressed his hands onto his eyes, blocking out everything from his vision. He shook in fear and let out a desperate whimper, waiting for what was to come.

The elf-lord tore his gaze from the scared elf and looked to the door, furious at who had the gall to do such a thing. He had warned everyone not to enter without permission, and if they did have it then they had to knock first, and not loudly. Everyone had been perplexed at this request but did what their lord asked without question knowing he had to have a good reason for such a thing.

All he saw by the door was some guards. "Forgive me, my lord, we could not stop him." Elrond vaguely heard one of them say.

Before he could get a sound out, the elf that barged in was beside him, at the bed.

"Legolas!" an elf with long, blonde hair, much like Legolas' own, shouted, which did nothing to help the elf's current state.

"Thranduil," the elf-lord stated sternly, "calm down. You are only frightening him more. Back away," he added when the elvenking touched his son, who only recoiled in fear and started to beg for mercy, tears silently trickling down his face.

"By the Valar," Thranduil said faintly, taking a few steps back. "I… I had no idea it was this bad…" He watched his son and immediately regretted his rash action. He was just too worried for him; he couldn't help it. Legolas looked so… broken. He couldn't believe his eyes. If he didn't know any better he would think this was a totally different elf than his son. The elf's usual glow was practically non-existent, he had lost a lot of weight, looked beyond exhausted, and he shuddered to think of what his eyes must look like (as he had yet to open them). His posture alone told him of the suffering he had - still was enduring. He had known Legolas wouldn't be the same, but… this… it was just terrible.

While the King of Mirkwood had stood there transfixed by his son's forlorn appearance, Elrond worked on trying to calm him down.

It didn't seem to be working. Legolas looked too panicked to be calmed.

"No, don't touch me! Leave me alone. Please..." Legolas pleaded, too terrified and tired to think straight. He only felt hands touching him; voices snarling at him. He tried to get away from the groping hands.

"No… please," he whispered broken. The voices wouldn't stop, nothing would; he was sick of it… all of it. He just wanted everything to go away and go back to how things were before. He knew that was impossible, however, which made things even harder to deal with. He knew he would never be the same and everyone would treat him like glass that could break at any second… and very well could at the moment.

Both Elrond and Thranduil were shocked when the young elf suddenly went limp. It would be a lie, though, if the healer were to say it was unexpected.

The elvenking's eyes widened in surprise and fear. He quickly went over to the two. He felt for his son's pulse, knowing the answer already by Elrond's expression, but he had to check to make sure.

The elf-lord stood up, laid Legolas down the rest of the way, and covered him up.

Thranduil could hear his heart pounding in his chest for fear of his son. He had never seen Legolas act even close to that and he wished he never had. He hated the look of fear in his son's eyes, and how he had desperately struggled to get away from Elrond, who he had known since he was an elfling.

"Mellon-nin, you must be more careful around him now," Elrond warned, taking Thranduil away from his thoughts.

"Aye," he agreed in a sigh. "This is my fault. I should have known he would react like that. I… I was just worried about him…"

The elf-lord put his hand on the blonde's shoulder comfortingly. "You could have known not. And there is nothing wrong with worrying about your son. I probably would have acted the same were it one of my sons," he paused, following Thranduil's gaze to Legolas' sleeping form. "You… just have to be more cautious around him and tell him what you're going to do beforehand," he told the elvenking sadly.

Thranduil nodded understanding the significance of this statement.

After minutes of silence (neither elf wanted to wake the prince up), the blonde finally spoke up in a quiet voice. "Has he done that before?" he couldn't help but ask. He had never seen an elf react like that.

"Aye," the healer answered truthfully, "a couple times now. The first time happened when Elrohir grabbed his hand. I think he's still shaken from that…"

"…I see," Thranduil said in a whisper. "I should have been there…"

"Where?" the elf-lord queried. It had sounded like the blonde had been speaking to himself almost since it had been so quiet.

"With Legolas when he rode here," the King of Mirkwood answered feeling guilty. He had let his son go to Imladris since he had seemed so excited at the prospect of seeing Aragorn and the twins again. There hadn't been much going on around Mirkwood lately so the elvenking had allowed it. Legolas had gone by himself plenty of times before so he had let him go without thinking much of it.

Of course he had still been worried, he was his son after all, and Legolas at that, who ran into danger constantly. It was usually with Aragorn and the twins when he ran into the most amount of trouble though. When he had received Elrond's letter he had nearly broken down right then and there, but he kept himself together for Legolas' sake. He had left as soon as he had gathered his needed items and got his horse ready. Some warriors had accompanied him, too, since they wouldn't allow their king to go to Imladris alone, especially with the news of their prince being so injured (though they didn't know the details). The warriors were somewhere within Imladris since neither Thranduil nor Elrond would let them in the room with Legolas.

"This is in no way your fault, mellon-nin. None could have known this was going to happen. Not even I with the gift of foresight," Elrond said, trying to comfort the stricken elvenking.

Thranduil said nothing; although he knew this to be true he still could not help but blame himself. He could have gone or prevented his son from going.

"…There is something else I must tell you about Legolas…" the elf-lord whispered hesitantly.

"What is it?" the blonde asked having a bad feeling.

"Legolas… wishes to… die…" Elrond finally said. He knew this was terrible news for a father to hear, not to mention unbelievable, especially since it was Legolas they were talking about, but this information couldn't be kept from his friend.

"Nay, it is not possible," the elvenking said in shock. How could Legolas wish death? Well, to a certain degree he could understand, but he was with his friends and family now, he should want to recover... right?

"I'm sorry, but it is," the brown-haired elf stated firmly. "Because of this we have to keep a closer eye on him – just in case," he added at the look of protest Thranduil had. "We have to make sure he knows we are still there for him and love him. That's more important now than ever."

Thranduil nodded silently, still in shock. He knew Elrond would not lie to him, especially about something like this.

He looked back down at his sons sadly. He then sat down in one of the chairs by the bed.

Minutes of silence passed by before either spoke up again. It was the distraught elvenking who spoke up first.

"Where are the twins and Estel?" he asked after realizing it had been too quiet and none of the three, especially the human, were hovering over his son's bed, as per usual.

Thranduil looked up at his friend when he received no answer. "Elrond…?" he questioned uncertainly. Where had they gone for the elf-lord to react like this to a simple question? Had something happened to them? His eyes widened at this thought.

"Nay, mellon-nin, they are fine," the healer assured the king. He wasn't sure himself, about their current condition, though. Had they met up with the humans yet? Unfortunately, there was no way of knowing.

"Then, where are they?" Thranduil pried again. Why wouldn't his friend just tell him already? It was frustrating him to no end!

Elrond sighed deeply, knowing full-well he'd have to tell the blonde. He just didn't know what his reaction would be. The elvenking was known for his rash actions.

Well, what could he possibly do in this situation? his mind rationed with him. "They went in search of the ones who did this to Legolas…" he finally answered quietly.

"What! Are you insane?" the blonde shouted in disbelief. Then realizing what he had done, he looked back at his son to see if he was still asleep. He let out a sigh of relief when he found he was. "They could hurt your sons as well!" he hissed in a lower voice.

"Do you think I do not know that? There was no choice. They would not relent, especially not Estel. There was no way to stop them," the elf-lord countered. "They are intent upon getting the vengeance Legolas deserves. You know how they are. Legolas surely would have done the same were the positions reversed."

Thranduil couldn't help but agree and he did indeed know how they were so could understand that. Two elves and one human were better odds than one elf; however, they could still get seriously hurt. How many humans were there in the first place? All he knew was that some humans had violated his precious son in the worst possible way; even tortured him. That was all he really knew, though. There had to be more to it. Did Elrond find anything out from Legolas? Had he even been able to? He voiced these thoughts to the elf-lord.

More bad news for him, the elder elf thought ruefully, before reluctantly retelling the event to the prince's father. Why am I always the bearer of bad news...? he couldn't help but wonder.

Thranduil sat there in horrified silence, unable to believe that his son went through so much. Elrond left out no details of what he had learned from Legolas nor from what he had seen on the elf's body when he treated it. He felt Thranduil needed to know everything to truly comprehend why his son was acting the way he was. He did feel sorry for giving him this news, though. He also felt like he was betraying Legolas.


It had been three days now since they first started out of their mission for revenge. They knew they were getting close… just didn't know how close. They got more and more anxious as the hours went by as they strained their eyes for clues.

The three made sure they stopped to rest whenever they could spare the moment, which was actually quite often. It seemed the humans they were following were going slow, though they knew not the reason, or even if there was one.

Their thoughts constantly wandered back to Legolas and they wondered how he was. Aragorn still felt horrible for leaving his friend when he was in such need, but this had to be done. He swore he wouldn't leave his friend when he got back until he was better.

As he watched the ground pass by he realized something: he hadn't seen any sign of Legolas for hours. He shrugged it off, knowing that somewhere the elf had finally been able to escape from the humans' clutches. He could only be happy about this.

The injured archer had escaped pretty far from Imladris' gate; he was surprised he had made it the whole way. How long did it take him? It had looked like he had tried to treat his injuries before, though, when Elrond and the three of them had been able to.

Aragorn paused for a second, stopping his horse. He looked up at the sky, closing his eyes, and sent a prayer for Legolas' well-being. He had had to endure so much. The human was sure they didn't even know the half of it either.

"Estel…?" Elladan inquired quietly. The twins had been surprised when their younger brother had suddenly stopped and looked up with a sad expression on his face, eyes closed.

Elrohir had followed the human's gaze, looking up at the faint outlines of the stars that were beginning to show. It's getting dark... he noted. Then he looked back at Aragorn.

The ranger had turned his gaze from the sky, to look at the elder twin briefly. He then put his horse into a slow trot; once more watching the ground for hints.

Elladan and Elrohir shared a worried glance, but continued on their way behind Aragorn.

"We should rest now," Elrohir said, breaking the silence that had fallen between them, "and continue in the morning. We should catch up with them tomorrow by the looks of it."

Both human and elf nodded in agreement.

This time, instead of looking for tracks, they looked for a place that would be secure enough for the night.

The three found a place, set up camp and quickly got settled, anxious for the next day to come. They had no idea what to expect. They had no plans for what they were going to do when they confronted the humans either, which probably wasn't the best idea, but even if they did have a plan they more than likely wouldn't be able to follow through with it. The only thoughts on their minds were vengeance for Legolas and to make sure the humans never got their hands on someone else ever again.

This time it was Elrohir who took first watch; then Aragorn. The two decided that Elladan had been stressing himself too much ever since they had first slept on their mission. He had seemed uneasy, while they had felt it too; it hadn't affected them as much as their elder brother. They figured it was because of how long he had stayed up with the feelings and the trees' whisperings in his ear. He had given Elrohir a much shorter watch than himself, saying that the time had just slipped by without him realizing it.

Of course, the elder twin had something to say about not taking watch and letting Aragorn do it instead, who wasn't in the best condition because of the whole ordeal either. The younger two ignored all protests and made him sleep.

In the morning Aragorn woke up Elrohir since he was the closest and then went to Elladan. However, he found that the elder twin was already awake.

"How long have you been awake?" the human asked worriedly.

"Not long," Elladan brushed it off, it was true… for the most part. "Let us go now. We cannot let them get too far ahead."

The two gave a concerned look to Elladan, who just turned away and started to pick up their camp, making sure to leave no traces of them being there.

Aragorn sighed deeply and helped the elf out; Elrohir soon followed.

After they mounted their horses they were on their way again.

Hours later, the elves heard the sounds of rough voices and some arguments.

"I think they are just up ahead," Elrohir stated, listening to the argument.

"Aye, according to the tracks they should be," the ranger said, a matter-of-factly. He looked over at the eldest brother and saw that he held a thoughtful expression. "What do you hear?" he asked Elladan. How he wished he had elven hearing!

"Nothing of relevance to what we're doing," he replied shortly.

A moment of silence passed before any spoke or even moved. "Well, how do you think we should approach them?" Aragorn questioned, his brothers seemed too interested in what they were hearing.

Elladan and Elrohir looked at him. It appeared they hadn't thought about that either.

"No idea," Elladan said at a loss.

"Just head in…?" the younger twin suggested. What could the harm be?

The other two thought about it for a moment.

Elladan shrugged, though he wasn't too fond of the idea.

"Might as well," the human said having no better ideas. "We might want to spy a little first, though…"

The twins nodded in agreement. That way they could have some idea of what was going on and know who the leader was.

"Shall we go then?" Elrohir asked uncertain.

They all knew this was a bad idea. It was never a good idea to go into a group of torturous people. However, there was no other way of going about this.

The three dismounted, thinking their horses would only attract even more attention. They started off to the humans, who were set up for camp, which was a mystery to the three seeing as how it was afternoon. Their nervousness was only growing as they walked closer and closer…


Yeah, me no like how I ended that… -sighs- Oh well… hope some of you did. n.n ...actually I don't really like that chapter...

Man, I had a hard time concentrating on writing this, cuz I had an idea for a different fic that I couldn't get out of my head, but I had to finish this first. I did start on that one a few days ago, though. I couldn't work on anything else! Gah! That's annoying, man. I hope to have it out tomorrow… hopefully I'll be satisfied with it. It sounded a lot better in my head than what it does on paper… Isn't that usually how it works…?

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