Title: Believe it or not! 1/6

Author: Sivan Shemesh

Beta:Michelle & Manon

Rating: T, I think.

Special Pumpkin Warning: Angst. Horror, violence. OOC in case. Characters death? Tissues alert.

Summary: A thin line between the real and imaginary world might cause paranoia and even death.

Spoiler: Total AU.

Disclaimer: I tried to claim Legolas in the middle of the night, but Tolkien's ghost attacked me before I had any chance. Only the plot is mine.

Note: A very special note: Legolas is a mere elfling.

Estel, on the other hand, is aged 11.

Don't kill the Author! Poor Thranduil… evil grin…

Believe it or not!

1.

Greenwood?

Legolas walked out of his room into his lovely forest.

He did not find anything unusual as he walked outside. He did not notice the silence of nature that surrounded him, nor did he notice the mist and the spiders that seemed to close in on him.

He walked and walked. He felt tired. He laid his body down on the grass and used a rock as a pillow to lay his head upon.

Legolas did not even notice the bloody grass that was sleeping on, nor the snakes that were near his head as he walked in his sleep.

In his head, scenes were shown, one after the other; he saw his father as he fought next to another elf that looked like his father, and thought that they might be related.

Then there was another scene; a small tent, near a river. It was a dark river, with no fish in it. There was a full moon, but no light illuminated the river.

He found himself looking into the dark river, but nothing seemed to appear.

Silence. Only the sound of silence.

He saw himself, staring at the full moon, and wept tears as a sharp and freezing wind blew in his face. He hugged himself to warm himself up, but found it difficult as the wind seemed to beat him, and he lost his glow.

His eyes went back to the river, thinking that he had heard something. There was a movement as he saw elves in the water; the shapes of bodies lying on their back.

Legolas came closer only to find himself murmuring words, and his eyes were wide open, for it appeared that he was seeing a ghost, something that was rarely heard of in Middle-earth. "Nay… nay… adar… nay…"

Legolas saw his father among the elves. All of them were dead. The river was soon filled with dark blood.

Legolas came even closer so his legs could almost feel the cold splash of the water. He prayed to the Valar to take those pictures from his mind, and he wanted to run away from the river as he could not stand the sight, not believing that his father was amongst the elves that been murdered.

He closed his eyes, thinking it was all a mere dream, and opened them again to see his father's body… still in the same shape.

Two holes, two tiny holes disfigured the King's face, his golden hair covering only half of the face.

There were no eyes in Thranduil's face, nor were there any in the faces of the other elves. Blood was dripping into the water and, though Legolas tried to find the eyes, he saw none in the dark night.

The empty sockets where his father's eyes should have been made him feel sick. He trembled at the sight.

He remembered that he had seen a tent, so he walked to the tent, led by the moonlight that showed him the way.

He opened it only to find Estel, sleeping, and yet something was wrong with his eyes.

He noticed the glow of the hidden blade, and raised the pillow only to find it covered with blood.

Then he noticed that he was being watched. By his father? But his father was dead, wasn't he? The eyes, he remembered the sight of his father with no eyes, and it made him shiver.

In the name of Valar, it was his father's eyes - and might the other elves' eyes be in the tent?

In that moment, Legolas did not know what he should be feeling, as on the one hand he feared for his friend but, on the other hand… what if Estel had been framed? After all, he might have enemies, but why his father?

"Estel?" he called in fear. His voice trembled, his eyes blinking a few times as he shook like a leaf.

End of Chapter 1.