Chapter 2- dangerous nightmares.
Disclaimer- read first chapter.
Morothewolfgod- don't worry this isn't a romance.
Thranduil waited until Legolas looked up and grabbed his arm. " Can we go ada? Please." begged Legolas. Thranduil chuckled at his son's big puppy eyes. Thranduil never could stand saying no to such a face and when he did he felt horrible.
"Yes come on greenleaf. I think its time for a certain elfing to take a nap." Thranduil watched his son's expression hoping to see some reaction other than the usual sad or impassive look. Legolas was pretty clever when it came to hiding his emotions most of the time and it nearly drove Thranduil mad sometimes. But as usual no reaction came other than a small sigh.
Thranduil looked down at Legolas and was surprised to see that the little prince looked to be almost asleep. Thranduil bent down enough to shake Legolas gently awake but was once again surprised when Legolas jerked away before his father had came within 3 inches of him.
"What's wrong Legolas? Why did you move away? I wasn't going to hurt you." Thranduil asked his son completely and totally confused at why his son would move away as if he had raised his hand to strike him. Thranduil wondered if Legolas had been daydreaming and his father's hand movement startled him. Thranduil knew one hundred percent that it wasn't because Legolas was afraid of being hit because no matter how much Legolas made him mad or frustrated Thranduil had never raised a hand at his son. The memory of his father's beatings still haunted his dreams and they were more than enough reason not to hit Legolas no matter how angry Thranduil got.
/ He must have been daydreaming. He had to have been. /
"Legolas?" Thranduil softly called to his sons who was trying and losing the battle to cover his fear. "What's wrong?" Thranduil asked a second time. "Did I startle you?" Legolas was still losing the battle to make his face neutral. And became tense when his father moved closer to lightly touch his arm.
/ Maybe since he cant hide his fear I'll be able to get him to talk a little/
"Can we just go?" Legolas whispered as he looked up at Thranduil with puppy eyes.
/darn his eyes/
"Yes, we can." said Thranduil as he grabbed Legolas's small hand and realized that it was sweaty. " But where do you want to go?" he added as he turned to walk back to the palace.
Legolas shrugged his shoulders as he slowly began to relax his body as he and his father walked down the hallway toward Thranduil's study.
/ Maybe if I get him in a familiar place I can get him to talk. He is relaxing now so maybe he will want to talk to me or at least tell me why he jerked away like that/
Thranduil opened the door to his study and walked in.
" Want something to drink?" Thranduil asked as he picked Legolas up and put him on his favorite chair.
Legolas nodded.
" I can't tell if that's a yes or a no" Thranduil said hoping that it would make Legolas say at least yes.
All Legolas did was look up at his father and nodded his head.
Thranduil gave up and walked over to a small table where some crackers and fruit juice lay. He grabbed a few crackers and a small glass of juice and walked back over to his son and gave the small snack to him.
"Thank you" Legolas mumbled as he took a small bite out of his cracker.
" Your welcome. I'm going to do some work. Okay? So when you get done eating you can play with your toys quietly." Thranduil said as he got a small box out of a cabinet. Thranduil always had some of his son's toys in his study so Legolas would always be able to play there while Thranduil worked. Thranduil had hoped that by keeping toys in his office and study that Legolas would feel welcome to come in and play when he wanted to but Thranduil very quickly noticed that his son didn't come on his own very often. But he came very once in a while never or else and all Thranduil could do was hope that his son would warm up to playing around him soon.
Another nod.
Thranduil fought the temptation to sigh at his sons answer.
/ I can't show him I'm frustrated because than he will most likely think that I don't love him or something/
After a while Thranduil's sharp hearing heard Legolas slide down from his chair and crawl toward the box of toys that his father had laid down a few feet from the chair. Thranduil didn't look up. If Legolas thought that his father wouldn't notice then Thranduil was going to pretend he hadn't noticed, but he kept his ears straining to hear even the faintest sound of child play.
Five minutes passed and Thranduil hadn't heard a thing. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of a page being turned in a book.
Thranduil didn't want to move for fear of startling his son but he couldn't stay in this position forever. His neck was cramped and his eyes were tired of reading the same thing over and over again.
He risked a quick look up at his son.
Thranduil smiled. Legolas had fallen asleep while looking at a picture book of different animals. One of his favorites. Thranduil slowly started to get up. He didn't want to wake Legolas and have him be cranky all day.
Thranduil almost laughed at his son. Legolas had fallen asleep with his cheek on a page about butterflies and when Thranduil slowly walked over to pick his son up he found out that the page had become stuck to Legolas's fair face. Thranduil gently pulled the page off and nearly woke up his son as his body shook with suppressed laughter. Legolas must have drooled a little because now his cheek had little spots of blue and green and a slightly bigger spot where all the ink colors must of ran together. Thranduil looked back at the book and shook his head. The page was ruined but he could get someone to fix it.
Thranduil gently picked Legolas up and placed him on the chair and laid a light blanket over him. He stood there a few minutes letting his hand smooth out his sons beautiful, soft blonde hair while thinking about how grateful he was to have Legolas in his life.
His thoughts were cut short as Legolas stirred and moaned. Thinking he was waking or running his finger though his sons hair had made Legolas move Thranduil took a few steps back so that if Legolas did wake he wouldn't be right there in his face. Thranduil waited a few seconds before relaxing. But he didn't relax for long though.
Legolas started mumbling something in his sleep that Thranduil could not understand from where he was standing so he carefully took a few steps that brought him close to his son. What he heard alarmed him.
"Risa, risa" lie, lie cried Legolas as he started to toss and turn. Thranduil tried to calm him but his touch only seemed to make his small son thrash harder. Thinking it safer for both Legolas and him self Thranduil stopped trying to calm Legolas and instead got some pillows and out them around the chair so if Legolas fell off he wouldn't hit the hard carpet.
" N'uma uuner… ere' amin…obleta" no nobody… only me… prison cell was all Thranduil could understand between his sons wild thrashings and screams. Thranduil was now truly afraid that Legolas would hurt himself if this carried on much longer but didn't dare try to calm him. Every time he touched or said anything to calm his son, Legolas would only grow more violent.
The guards, attracted by the screams, were standing next to Thranduil trying to figure out what had happened. Not wanting any one else in the room when Legolas awoke Thranduil motioned them out and then shut the door behind them.
Legolas had calmed down a little bit but was still talking " rauko aha… agar, agar" demon rage … blood, blood Thranduil was horrified at the words coming out of his sons mouth. Thranduil knew Legolas had nightmares but didn't know that they had progressed to this degree. His tiny son had never seen a battle or looked at any books that contained gory battle pictures, Thranduil was sure of it. But then why did he have such a nightmare. Thranduil could never remember having such nightmares when he was as young as Legolas.
Legolas's blue eyes snapped open {a/n- elflings sleep with their eyes closed} and they locked on to his father, who was now kneeling right next to Legolas with his arms opened so Legolas could slide into the comfort of his father's warm body.
Legolas didn't move anywhere, he started to shake instead.
Thranduil pulled Legolas to him and slowly rocked him back and forth humming a soothing lullaby. It took Legolas a whole minute to relax against his father's body. He was still shaking a full five minutes after that. Thranduil said nothing but kept humming and rocking until he felt his son slump against him.
Thranduil looked down at Legolas and saw he asleep. " Do you want to talk about your dream?" Thranduil softly asked Legolas as he stroked his ruffled hair.
Legolas's response was starting to shake again. Thranduil didn't press any further for a few minutes as he rocked his son until his shivers were gone.
" I bet it would make you feel better," Thranduil offered. Hoping that Legolas would tell him. He needed to know what was troubling his son so much that he had nightmares like this.
Legolas tensed up and shook his head.
/ Don't press too hard. I'll make me scared of me. /
" Do you even remember?" asked Thranduil as he slowly changed positions. His legs were getting cramped from being under Legolas weight and rocking.
Legolas jumped up and yelled " n'uma" no and ran from the study before Thranduil could grab him.
Legolas was a fast runner but Thranduil just as fast. Thranduil was turning the corner of the hall just moments after his son and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the scene before him play out.
Legolas had not seen Arwen at the corner of the stairs and ran straight into her. They both fell down the long, cold, hard stone steps while tumbling over one another. Their tiny bodies could not have enough strength to stop themselves so they had no choice but to roll head over heels down the stairs landing in bleeding unmoving lumps at the bottom.
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Evil cliff huh? I would write more but it's like really late and I have a dr. appt. early in the morning.
Disclaimer- read first chapter.
Morothewolfgod- don't worry this isn't a romance.
Thranduil waited until Legolas looked up and grabbed his arm. " Can we go ada? Please." begged Legolas. Thranduil chuckled at his son's big puppy eyes. Thranduil never could stand saying no to such a face and when he did he felt horrible.
"Yes come on greenleaf. I think its time for a certain elfing to take a nap." Thranduil watched his son's expression hoping to see some reaction other than the usual sad or impassive look. Legolas was pretty clever when it came to hiding his emotions most of the time and it nearly drove Thranduil mad sometimes. But as usual no reaction came other than a small sigh.
Thranduil looked down at Legolas and was surprised to see that the little prince looked to be almost asleep. Thranduil bent down enough to shake Legolas gently awake but was once again surprised when Legolas jerked away before his father had came within 3 inches of him.
"What's wrong Legolas? Why did you move away? I wasn't going to hurt you." Thranduil asked his son completely and totally confused at why his son would move away as if he had raised his hand to strike him. Thranduil wondered if Legolas had been daydreaming and his father's hand movement startled him. Thranduil knew one hundred percent that it wasn't because Legolas was afraid of being hit because no matter how much Legolas made him mad or frustrated Thranduil had never raised a hand at his son. The memory of his father's beatings still haunted his dreams and they were more than enough reason not to hit Legolas no matter how angry Thranduil got.
/ He must have been daydreaming. He had to have been. /
"Legolas?" Thranduil softly called to his sons who was trying and losing the battle to cover his fear. "What's wrong?" Thranduil asked a second time. "Did I startle you?" Legolas was still losing the battle to make his face neutral. And became tense when his father moved closer to lightly touch his arm.
/ Maybe since he cant hide his fear I'll be able to get him to talk a little/
"Can we just go?" Legolas whispered as he looked up at Thranduil with puppy eyes.
/darn his eyes/
"Yes, we can." said Thranduil as he grabbed Legolas's small hand and realized that it was sweaty. " But where do you want to go?" he added as he turned to walk back to the palace.
Legolas shrugged his shoulders as he slowly began to relax his body as he and his father walked down the hallway toward Thranduil's study.
/ Maybe if I get him in a familiar place I can get him to talk. He is relaxing now so maybe he will want to talk to me or at least tell me why he jerked away like that/
Thranduil opened the door to his study and walked in.
" Want something to drink?" Thranduil asked as he picked Legolas up and put him on his favorite chair.
Legolas nodded.
" I can't tell if that's a yes or a no" Thranduil said hoping that it would make Legolas say at least yes.
All Legolas did was look up at his father and nodded his head.
Thranduil gave up and walked over to a small table where some crackers and fruit juice lay. He grabbed a few crackers and a small glass of juice and walked back over to his son and gave the small snack to him.
"Thank you" Legolas mumbled as he took a small bite out of his cracker.
" Your welcome. I'm going to do some work. Okay? So when you get done eating you can play with your toys quietly." Thranduil said as he got a small box out of a cabinet. Thranduil always had some of his son's toys in his study so Legolas would always be able to play there while Thranduil worked. Thranduil had hoped that by keeping toys in his office and study that Legolas would feel welcome to come in and play when he wanted to but Thranduil very quickly noticed that his son didn't come on his own very often. But he came very once in a while never or else and all Thranduil could do was hope that his son would warm up to playing around him soon.
Another nod.
Thranduil fought the temptation to sigh at his sons answer.
/ I can't show him I'm frustrated because than he will most likely think that I don't love him or something/
After a while Thranduil's sharp hearing heard Legolas slide down from his chair and crawl toward the box of toys that his father had laid down a few feet from the chair. Thranduil didn't look up. If Legolas thought that his father wouldn't notice then Thranduil was going to pretend he hadn't noticed, but he kept his ears straining to hear even the faintest sound of child play.
Five minutes passed and Thranduil hadn't heard a thing. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of a page being turned in a book.
Thranduil didn't want to move for fear of startling his son but he couldn't stay in this position forever. His neck was cramped and his eyes were tired of reading the same thing over and over again.
He risked a quick look up at his son.
Thranduil smiled. Legolas had fallen asleep while looking at a picture book of different animals. One of his favorites. Thranduil slowly started to get up. He didn't want to wake Legolas and have him be cranky all day.
Thranduil almost laughed at his son. Legolas had fallen asleep with his cheek on a page about butterflies and when Thranduil slowly walked over to pick his son up he found out that the page had become stuck to Legolas's fair face. Thranduil gently pulled the page off and nearly woke up his son as his body shook with suppressed laughter. Legolas must have drooled a little because now his cheek had little spots of blue and green and a slightly bigger spot where all the ink colors must of ran together. Thranduil looked back at the book and shook his head. The page was ruined but he could get someone to fix it.
Thranduil gently picked Legolas up and placed him on the chair and laid a light blanket over him. He stood there a few minutes letting his hand smooth out his sons beautiful, soft blonde hair while thinking about how grateful he was to have Legolas in his life.
His thoughts were cut short as Legolas stirred and moaned. Thinking he was waking or running his finger though his sons hair had made Legolas move Thranduil took a few steps back so that if Legolas did wake he wouldn't be right there in his face. Thranduil waited a few seconds before relaxing. But he didn't relax for long though.
Legolas started mumbling something in his sleep that Thranduil could not understand from where he was standing so he carefully took a few steps that brought him close to his son. What he heard alarmed him.
"Risa, risa" lie, lie cried Legolas as he started to toss and turn. Thranduil tried to calm him but his touch only seemed to make his small son thrash harder. Thinking it safer for both Legolas and him self Thranduil stopped trying to calm Legolas and instead got some pillows and out them around the chair so if Legolas fell off he wouldn't hit the hard carpet.
" N'uma uuner… ere' amin…obleta" no nobody… only me… prison cell was all Thranduil could understand between his sons wild thrashings and screams. Thranduil was now truly afraid that Legolas would hurt himself if this carried on much longer but didn't dare try to calm him. Every time he touched or said anything to calm his son, Legolas would only grow more violent.
The guards, attracted by the screams, were standing next to Thranduil trying to figure out what had happened. Not wanting any one else in the room when Legolas awoke Thranduil motioned them out and then shut the door behind them.
Legolas had calmed down a little bit but was still talking " rauko aha… agar, agar" demon rage … blood, blood Thranduil was horrified at the words coming out of his sons mouth. Thranduil knew Legolas had nightmares but didn't know that they had progressed to this degree. His tiny son had never seen a battle or looked at any books that contained gory battle pictures, Thranduil was sure of it. But then why did he have such a nightmare. Thranduil could never remember having such nightmares when he was as young as Legolas.
Legolas's blue eyes snapped open {a/n- elflings sleep with their eyes closed} and they locked on to his father, who was now kneeling right next to Legolas with his arms opened so Legolas could slide into the comfort of his father's warm body.
Legolas didn't move anywhere, he started to shake instead.
Thranduil pulled Legolas to him and slowly rocked him back and forth humming a soothing lullaby. It took Legolas a whole minute to relax against his father's body. He was still shaking a full five minutes after that. Thranduil said nothing but kept humming and rocking until he felt his son slump against him.
Thranduil looked down at Legolas and saw he asleep. " Do you want to talk about your dream?" Thranduil softly asked Legolas as he stroked his ruffled hair.
Legolas's response was starting to shake again. Thranduil didn't press any further for a few minutes as he rocked his son until his shivers were gone.
" I bet it would make you feel better," Thranduil offered. Hoping that Legolas would tell him. He needed to know what was troubling his son so much that he had nightmares like this.
Legolas tensed up and shook his head.
/ Don't press too hard. I'll make me scared of me. /
" Do you even remember?" asked Thranduil as he slowly changed positions. His legs were getting cramped from being under Legolas weight and rocking.
Legolas jumped up and yelled " n'uma" no and ran from the study before Thranduil could grab him.
Legolas was a fast runner but Thranduil just as fast. Thranduil was turning the corner of the hall just moments after his son and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the scene before him play out.
Legolas had not seen Arwen at the corner of the stairs and ran straight into her. They both fell down the long, cold, hard stone steps while tumbling over one another. Their tiny bodies could not have enough strength to stop themselves so they had no choice but to roll head over heels down the stairs landing in bleeding unmoving lumps at the bottom.
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Evil cliff huh? I would write more but it's like really late and I have a dr. appt. early in the morning.