Legolas's background - Thranduil married a maid as he loved her. Though, the baby was not his. He loved his son like he was his own son.

A dream or nightmare? Just try to look at it, in Legolas's eyes, through a child's eyes.

Title: Believe it or not! 5/6

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!

5.

Imladris…

One week later…

King Thranduil had come, with Galdor following him.

Elrond, who had been alerted of the arrival of visitors, noticed the frown on Thranduil's face, mingled with worry and fear.

"My Lord Elrond."

"My King Thranduil."

They welcomed each other and then came back to reality.

"What is wrong with my elfling?"

"I wish I had the answers for you, mellon-nin, for I and my sons seek them too."

"Where is Estel?" Thranduil asked curiously, as he had not seen the boy for a long time.

"I am here, Your Highness," Estel greeted him with bow.

"How are you doing?" Thranduil asked, because he recalled from the letter that his elfling had accused the boy of something.

"I am worried about your son, Your Highness," Estel answered and raised his head, looking at the king.

"Just call me Thranduil, no formal name is needed in here," Thranduil answered and smiled at the boy, thinking it might break the ice.

"I will do that, Your… forgive me… Thra… Thran… duil…" Estel finally managed to say the name right.

"Let Elrond teach you… you can call me Legolas' father, if it will make it easier for you," Thranduil suggested and smiled at him.

"Where is he?" Thranduil asked fearfully, worried about his son.

"Elladan is watching your son, while Elrohir returned to report…" Elrond answered, and yet seemed not to completely answer the question that had been asked.

"Where is he?" Thranduil asked again, but now there was panic in his voice, remembering the letter.

"He is walking day by day inside the forest," Elrond answered, and scanned his friend's face, waiting for his reaction.

"Let's go… we don't have much time and my elfling needs me," Thranduil said, and took his weapons from his horse. He walked after Elrond who was showing the way. Galdor followed his king, though everything was way too mysterious for him.

Thranduil walked into the forest and scanned the branches, the trees, seeking his elfling who was there alone, frightened to death.

'I am coming Legolas… do not be afraid, ada will be with you soon,' Thranduil prayed and wiped the tears away.

"How long has he been in the forest?" Thranduil asked and looked worriedly at his friend.

"Over two weeks, mellon-nin," Elrond answered and looked back, trying to comfort the other…

"WHAT? ALONE?" Thranduil shouted.

Thranduil felt someone touch his chin and looked down only to see Estel.

"He is not alone, Uncle Thrandy, the twins are watching over him," Estel answered.

"Show me the way!" Thranduil ordered.

Elrond had walked and walked even though the darkness soon embraced them and the moon was out, with Elrond keeping watch over his boy.

Soon they reached the place where the twins were, still watching over the frightened elfling.

Thranduil scanned the trees searching for his elfling. He had missed his son a great deal.

"LEGOLAS…" he shouted worriedly.

Then he noticed his son, shaking like a leaf.

He called again, "Legolas, it is your ada."

"A-da?" Legolas asked, but he did not raise his head, fearing that he might see his father without eyes.

"Did you not recognize my voice, Greenleaf?" Thranduil asked his elfling softly, coming closer to him.

"A-da?" Legolas asked again, this time raising his head slightly, but only seeing the shadows from the trees.

"It is I, your father. Look to your right," Thranduil hinted, waiting to see Legolas' face, and to pull him close into a warm hug.

Legolas turned his head over to the right, only to look at his father.

His heart was pounding faster and faster from joy. His father was alive?

"You have eyes ada, you are alive…" Legolas smiled, and ran to his father and hugged him, wanting to be closer to him.

End of Chapter 5.