Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own any of the characters except for Kellion, or anyone that you don't recognize. Only in a little land that I like to visit called Celesteville I own them.

A/N: I got started on this chapter early because of Elven Hope. So really you all should be thanking her. Go check out her stories too, they're really good. Oh, this chapter is going to take place a little before the end of chapter 2. It's going to tell you better detail about how Legolas looked to Thranduil. I think that's all I wanted to say, so on with the show, er story.

Chapter 3

When Thranduil had rode into the clearing, it seemed that everything stopped, for there among the bodies of spiders was his son. He hurriedly dismounted, and ran over to him.

When he got to him and turned him over the sight made him gasp. Legolas had a slight cut across his forehead that wasn't bleeding too bad. Looking at his son's neck he noticed the spider bite. It would definetly have to be treated for venom. Looking even lower he came across several more small scratches, nothing of major importance, until he got to his leg. It also had a spider bite on it.

This is not good, he thought, how can he have managed to have survived to spider bites, when stronger elves than him have died from them. He then noticed the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, so felt it. He jerked his hand back from the amount of heat radiating.

Thranduil then felt for a pulse. What he found relieved and worried him, for it was a very weak pulse.He turned to Kellion, who had also wanted to come, and said, "Noro lim Kellion. Ride to Imladris. Get Elrond. Tell him it is urgent that he come to Mirkwood. If he doesn't Prince Legolas will surely die."

Kellion nodded quickly and then left. Thranduil gently lifted Legolas up on his horse and said, "Hold on ion nin. You'll be alright."

Thranduil sat at the front of the group of soldiers. Legolas sat in front of him shivering, and every so often whimpering slightly. Thranduil knew that his son was in pain, but they had only brought minor herbs in their haste. The only thing that they could do for Legolas right now, was get him back to the palace as quick as possible.

So far they hadn't come across anything that would have to be fought, much to his relief. Thranduil knew that if they did he wouldn't be able to fight very well since he would have to hold on to Legolas and protect him as well.

Warriors often threw glances their way. The prince was greatly loved by all of Mirkwood, and to see him hurt like this was heartbreaking.

Not as heartbreaking as it was to Thranduil though. The only thing that kept going through his head was the words that he had said earlier. "It isn't your choice, but if you don't like it, then you can get out!" If he hadn't said that then Legolas wouldn't have left, if he hadn't said that Legolas wouldn't have fought spiders, he wouldn't have been wounded, and most importantly he wouldn't be dying. Because that was surely what was happening now. Legolas couldn't survive two stings.

All of a sudden Jalent was at his side. He glanced at Legolas and then said, "Hir nin, we will reached the gates in a few moments. The prince will be alright." He tried to smile reassuringly, but failed.

Thranduil also tried to smile, and then said, "Iston Jalent. Thank you." He then focused back to the path ahead. Thinking, just a few more moments Legolas, and then we can get you some treatment. I just hope it is good enough until Elrond arrives.

Kellion rode hard and fast. He had decided long ago that he would not rest unless he had no other choice. The prince's life was too valuable. He hoped that Legolas would be able to make it the 4 days that it would take before Elrond was with him. Luckily for him, he had already rode half of the distance, just a little further now.

Thranduil looked up as the gates came into view. Jalent was right, they had only been a few moments away.

The elves at the gates immediately opened them when they saw their King and how he was holding their Prince. They were shocked at how bad he looked, but also had figured that something bad had befallen him when his horse had come back without a rider.

Thranduil rode swiftly into the courtyard. He called to the elf that was the closest to him and dismounting, he said, "Secmelas, go to the healing wing, tell the healers what has happened and to prepare." Secmelas nodded and left.

Now Thranduil noticed that Jalent stood by him. Jalent said, "Give him to me hir nin, while you dismount. Then you can take him to the healing rooms."

Thranduil reluctantly nodded. The truth was that he didn't want anyone besides him to touch his son. But he knew that if he wanted to help Legolas he would have to cooperate. He handed Legolas down to Jalent, and then dismounted. As soon as he was on the ground he immediately turned to Jalent and took his son. He then hurried to the healing rooms.

When Thranduil entered the healing chamber and was surprised to see that it had already been prepared that quickly. The elves of Mirkwood must really love their prince to work that fast.

The head healer, Calean, moved over to Thranduil and took Legolas from his arms. He then laid him on the bed and started removing his blood stained clothing. Then he set to work on cleaning out the wounds. When he got to the sting on Legolas' leg, he looked at Thranduil and said, "I will need you to hold him down for this. It will most likely be extremely painful."

Thranduil nodded and placed his hands gently on his son. He hated to put Legolas through more pain, but it was necessary. The wound needed stitches to stop the bleeding. He looked towards Calean signaling him to start doing what had to be done. Oh, how he hated this.

Sure enough, even in unconsciousness Legolas thrashed and tried to move away from the source of pain. All his mind could comprehend was that his already hurt body was being hurt some more. Finally on the last stitch, he let out a whimper. Thranduil looked close to tears. His poor Little Leaf was hurting so much, and it was because of him.

Calean beckoned him over to the door when he was done. Thranduil looked questioningly at him, but followed him over. Calean said, "I've done everything that I can do for him. Now all we can do is watch over him, and hope that Lord Elrond gets here in time."

Thranduil sighed and said, "Iston. If we're lucky Kellion should have made it to Imladris by now. If not, he shouldn't arrive too much later." Calean nodded, and Thranduil walked back over to Legolas. He frowned at the fever his son had. Then took a cloth, wet it, and then placed it on his fevered brow. He had decided long ago that he would not let his son's side.

Kellion sighed with relief as he saw the gates of Imladris loom into his view. Then he heard two familiar voices say, "Who wishes to enter Imladris?"

Kellion smiled softly as he recognized them as the sons of Elrond. Then called, "It is Kellion of Mirkwood. I bring urgent news from King Thranduil of Mirkwood. Prince Legolas needs Lord Elronds healing abilities.

Elladan and Elrohir jumped from the tree that they had been hiding in and walked up to the elf. They could see how exhausted he was. Elladan said , " We'll then let's make haste. When we get to Imladris and you tell Elrond your message, you should get some rest Kel." Kellion nodded to him anf they left.

TBC…

Translations:

Iston: I know

Hir nin: my Lord

Ion nin: my son

A/N: Sorry it's kind of short, I just wanted to get it out of the way for school. I also got to do my homework. Oh, and the bit at the beginning where it says Kellion nodded quickly and then left. Thranduil gently lifted Legolas up on his horse and said, "Hold on ion nin. You'll be alright."

I know it said you'll be okay in the other chapter, but Elven Hope told me that they wouldn't use terms like okay, so I changed it.