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Title: Believe it or not! 4/6

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!

4.

Meanwhile in the forest…deeper and deeper…

Legolas had been wandering in fear, jumping at any noises that surrounded him.

Legolas walked deeper and deeper into the forest, not seeming to care where he was going. For him, all that mattered was he was away from Estel.

"Legolas…" he heard and he jumped in fear.

"NO!" he shouted fearfully and continued yelling, "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Legolas?" he heard again.

Legolas ran without looking back, crying as he ran. He was afraid that Estel would kill him the same way he had killed his father.

Legolas called for his nana, wishing she was there with him, holding his hands, caressing his cheeks, saying words of love to him.

"Na-na? Where are you?" he called.

"Na-na?" he called again, and heard his voice echoing within the forest, making him feel even more frightened.

"Na-na?"

Legolas sat under a tree and cried… he feared everything that was around him.

A week later… in Greenwood…

After Legolas' mother had died, Thranduil had been caring for his son. Legolas knew that his father was a great king of Mirkwood and he loved his home, and yet Legolas had been lonely.

Thranduil was married to a maid that he fell in love with, though the baby was not his.

The King respected his wife, and took care of everything the elfling needed, and he was there for him when he needed him. He tried to be a good father to him.

King Thranduil sat on the balcony thinking of his son. He missed his son, his laughter, and missed telling him how much he loved him.

His quiet and peaceful morning was suddenly disturbed by noises coming from below.

"KING THRANDUIL!" he heard the shout.

Thranduil looked in his kin's eyes and noticed the rider's clothes; he saw the blue lines within the white garment, and he saw the symbol in the middle of it, representing Imladris.

"HOLD!" Thranduil ordered as he saw the glow of swords between the trees, and noticed the archers, ready to attack.

When the messenger finally stopped in front of the king, he said, still gasping for air: "My King… I… I have a massage from…"

"From Lord Elrond, I suppose," Thranduil continued his sentence with a smile on his face.

"Aye, my lord, and I have been told that it is very urgent," the messenger replied, handing him the letter, and then he bowed respectfully and walked over to his horse.

"Guards!" Thranduil called.

When the guards came, he sent them with the messenger to the healing rooms to make sure that the messenger was eating and resting properly.

Thranduil returned to sit on the balcony and only then he read the parchment.

It did not take long for him to jump from his chair and walk to the stable, making certain he took his weapons with him.

The guards followed their king, and Galdor had to ask, for his duty was his king's safety, "Your Highness? I am coming with you!"

"As you wish…" Thranduil muttered, mounting his horse, and riding off.

Galdor quickly mounted and followed his king.

The ride was quiet and Galdor was a little worried, as he feared something might have happened, and so he asked, "My King? Has something happened?"

"It is my son… I fear for him…" Thranduil only hinted, but said no more.

End of Chapter 4.