Title: Believe it or not! 2/6

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!

2.

Legolas closed his eyes, and then opened them only to find that he was standing outside of the palace.

He looked at the windows, and found something strange. Something, it seemed, was amiss.

There was a small window and yet, as far as he knew, there was no room there.

'What is going on? But there is no room there…' he thought confusedly as he lowered his head.

Then he looked at the window again and heard laughing. He saw Estel.

But it was not the Estel he knew. He looked again and saw blood, blood that covered his face, and then he noticed the sharp knife, covered in blood.

"Adaaar?" he called in fear as he took a step back, ready to run.

The door of the palace opened with a creaking sound and Legolas' panic and fear grew.

Thranduil was moving over to his son, slowly.

Legolas did not look at his father right away, because he was afraid, but then he took deep breaths and gathered all the strength that he needed - and looked at his father.

"AHHHHHHH…" Legolas let go of a scream.

'Where are your eyes, adar?' Legolas asked himself in fear.

He heard hisses and saw snakes moving in and out of the holes where the eyes of Thranduil were supposed to be. Moving within the fresh blood.

He noticed the fresh blood that dropped from his father's eyes and stepped back from his father. Fear and panic grew in him, filled him. He shivered and screamed.

Thranduil got closer and closer to his son, and yet Legolas ran and ran, not wishing to look back, either at his father or the place he called 'home' or at Estel, who stood there laughing at him.

Legolas ran and ran, but was stopped as he fell over a rock.

A hand was moving over him to support him and Legolas took it unawares. After he was on his feet, he dared to look. What he saw made his mouth drop open, though he made no sound.

'No… no… please… stay away from me, you murderer…' Legolas thought in fear and took one step back.

"You killed my father… he is now… nothing but… but a dead elf walking… with no eyes… you killed him…" Legolas said brokenly.

"Me?" Estel asked and smirked at the elfling, "It was not I. I did not do it…" Estel lied, and looked at him. A large smile was on his face.

Legolas looked at him, and scanning his face he saw the truth and said, "I do not believe you… I saw the eyes in your tent…"

"What eyes? In my tent?" Estel asked in an innocent voice and rolled his eyes.

"The eyes in your tent…" Legolas answered in fear.

"I do not have any eyes in my tent. Do you not remember that I am sleeping in your room?" Estel asked him and moved closer to Legolas.

"No… you are not sleeping in my room… you murderer…"

"Me? Murderer? You must be wrong…" Estel smirked at him.

He moved the dagger in front of Legolas, who shivered at the sight.

The dagger was covered with pure blood, the blood from his father's eyes. Legolas shivered and stepped away from Estel, not wanting any contact with him, not with the one that he had thought of as a friend.

"No… please… get away from me… please…" Legolas begged and moved his hands in defense.

But it seemed not to be working as Estel came closer to him, first smiling and then laughing at him, and cut Legolas' hands.

Legolas cried with pain as he saw and felt how his own blood was dripping from him, and he felt a sharp pain that would take the heart of him.

"I hate you…" Legolas said to Estel and cried with pain.

Tears flowed down Legolas' face, and he wished that his father would be there for him and prayed that his father would kill Estel, but he knew that he could not, as his father no longer had any eyes, so he could not see Estel and kill him.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Legolas shouted at Estel, anger and pain in his voice.

Estel laughed at him, and moved toward Legolas, still holding the dagger in his hand, for he knew that he had a mission to be completed, and that was to kill the king's son, because he had already seen too much.

"NO!"

"Legolas?"

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Legolas shouted at him, his eyes emotionless.

"Legolas…"

End of Chapter 2.