Legolas tossed and turned. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't block out his thoughts. They just kept rolling around in his head, never stopping. Once he tried to concentrate on one another one would push its way in.
Legolas sighed in frustration. He wasn't as tired as he thought he was but he would rather sleep than think of things he wished had never happened. He really liked Arwen. She is a nice person and he wanted to play with he once his ankle got better but he knew in his heart that he could never do that. Nobody would ever care love him if they found out about what he had done.
* They said so. They said no one would ever love me. That people would only say that they did but really didn't. I can't have any friends and I can't tell ada anything. *
Legolas shook his head. He didn't want to think about it. He couldn't. Legolas tried to think about Arwen and the story she had told him about he annoying bid twin brothers. It didn't work he was fast falling into his horrific memories.
He saw the knife flash in the pale moonlight. Held high above the strange elf's hooded head. He watched in horror as it was slung down into the stomach of the elf that was held in front of him. The knife kept plunging into the poor elfs body as he tried to yell out but was stopped by the gag in his mouth. He soon hit his knees and looked over at Legolas. He slowly shook his head and tried to motion something but was stopped because the now bloodied knife was firmly lodged in his head. Right on the top of his head above his forehead. His eyes glazed over and he fell to the leaf covered ground face first. His hair was no longer blonde any more. It was rapidly turning red with blood. Legolas tried to look away but a storng hand held his head in place. He forced his eyes down but only saw a puddle of red blood. The next thing he knew was a hard punch in his back. " Stop screaming! Now!" one of them said. Legolas was confused. Had he been screaming? His mind was processing slowly. But he was quickly brought back to his senses as he heard a loud, cold, cruel laugh. Legolas somehow knew that it would haunt his dreams for years to come. The one that had been laughing stopped and walked quickly over to where Legolas was being help. Being help up is more correct. Legolas started to shake. Were they going to kill him too? Or are they going to kidnap him and he'll never see his ada or home again. He winced as the elf grabbed his jaw roughly. Not hard enough to leave a bruise but hard enough to hurt. Especially to Legolas. His ada had never hit him or grabbed him hard enough to hurt unless they were playing and it was an accident. He slowly forced his eyes upward towards the face of the elf in front of him but didn't seem to do it fast enough. The elf shook him so hard that if Legolas weren't already being held up he would have fallen. " Look at me boy!" he said. Legolas tore his eyes from the shirt of the elf and looked at his face. His hood was pulled back and he could clearly see the cold cruelty in the others eyes. " You saw what happened right?" he asked still holding Legolas's jaw. Legolas couldn't move the realization had just hit in full force as he remembered how that poor elf was killed. He would never ever come again to Legolas's bedroom and tell him funny stories or help him climb up a huge tree. They would never again run though the trees or go swimming in the small pond. " Answer me boy," the elf said as he pulled out another knife. This one free of blood but Legolas could clearly imagine blood dripping off of it. " And you wont get hurt." Legolas nodded. " Good. Good. Now, listen and listen well. You are the reason this happened. That person was a goods elf but you killed him. Do you understand how you killed him?" he asked with a little smile. Legolas shook his head. He knew there was no way in all of middle earth that he could use his voice. His brain couldn't even think. All of his attention was on the elf in front of him. " No. I didn't think that you would, you stupid boy. You killed him by being around him. Playing with him, listening to his stories. Little things like that. And if you ever do it again to any one else I'll kill them and then you. And if you ever, ever tell anyone I'll kill your father and you too." he said his face was only inches away from Legolas's " do you understand now?" he asked. Legolas didn't really understand but he nodded his head any way. It was better not to risk his anger. A few minutes passed. The elf's face still only inches away from Legolas's. Legolas couldn't hold back his tears any more. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't. They started to fall down his cheeks and by the time the first tear hit the ground Legolas's entire body was heaving with his sobs. The elf seemed with this and let Legolas's face go and stood up saying something to the elf holding him up. Whatever it was Legolas couldn't hear for because of his crying. He soon found out though as his shaking body meet the ground. The elf holding him had let go. Legolas coughed as he inhaled dirt and leaves. He couldn't stop. No matter how hard he tried to hold his head up he couldn't hold it up high enough to stop breathing in dust. He was jerked up as one of the elves yanked him up and said something in a language he couldn't understand. Water was forced down his throat but he couldn't shallow. He spit it out and started crying even harder.
Legolas felt someone gently dabbing something wet on his forehead. He tried to open his eyes but his brain just wasn't working with him. He laid there for a few minutes trying to relax a little but he couldn't. More tears started to flow down his face. It hurt to be all-tense with all his bruises.
" Legolas… are you awake?" he heard someone say softly. " Wake up my little greenleaf."
* Ada! He can make me feel better. No he can't. He can never help me. He can never know. *
With that last thought Legolas started to cry even harder. He eyes flew open and he started to give heart-wrenching sobs. Thranduil quickly handed the washcloth to Elrond, whom Legolas still did not know was there, and pulled his sobbing son into his arms.
" Ne sal' ion-nin" {be still my son} Thranduil said into Legolas hair as he hugged him close to his body. " Llie nar varna" Elrond stepped away from the bed to give Thranduil more space. He didn't leave though. He wanted to see exactly how Legolas reacts to his nightmares. While he was wacthing Thranduil gently rocking his son he thought back to when him and Arwen where here talking to him. He didn't seem really uneasy about anything. He was quite interested, and tried to hide it but Elrond could tell, by the stories of the twins and Imladris that he and Arwen had told him. He even almost laughed serval times when he heard about one of the twin's pranks on poor Glorfindel and Erestor. Nothing seemed wrong expect the fact that Legolas probely said a total of ten words. Thranduil frantically calling him jolted Elrond out of his thoughts.
*/ Bloody mandos. I can never think and be alert can I/*
Legolas was laying in his father's arms. He was no longer sobbing; he still had tears rolling down his cheeks though. It would have been fine if Legolas hadn't been gasping for breath.
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Yet another cliffhanger.
Legolas sighed in frustration. He wasn't as tired as he thought he was but he would rather sleep than think of things he wished had never happened. He really liked Arwen. She is a nice person and he wanted to play with he once his ankle got better but he knew in his heart that he could never do that. Nobody would ever care love him if they found out about what he had done.
* They said so. They said no one would ever love me. That people would only say that they did but really didn't. I can't have any friends and I can't tell ada anything. *
Legolas shook his head. He didn't want to think about it. He couldn't. Legolas tried to think about Arwen and the story she had told him about he annoying bid twin brothers. It didn't work he was fast falling into his horrific memories.
He saw the knife flash in the pale moonlight. Held high above the strange elf's hooded head. He watched in horror as it was slung down into the stomach of the elf that was held in front of him. The knife kept plunging into the poor elfs body as he tried to yell out but was stopped by the gag in his mouth. He soon hit his knees and looked over at Legolas. He slowly shook his head and tried to motion something but was stopped because the now bloodied knife was firmly lodged in his head. Right on the top of his head above his forehead. His eyes glazed over and he fell to the leaf covered ground face first. His hair was no longer blonde any more. It was rapidly turning red with blood. Legolas tried to look away but a storng hand held his head in place. He forced his eyes down but only saw a puddle of red blood. The next thing he knew was a hard punch in his back. " Stop screaming! Now!" one of them said. Legolas was confused. Had he been screaming? His mind was processing slowly. But he was quickly brought back to his senses as he heard a loud, cold, cruel laugh. Legolas somehow knew that it would haunt his dreams for years to come. The one that had been laughing stopped and walked quickly over to where Legolas was being help. Being help up is more correct. Legolas started to shake. Were they going to kill him too? Or are they going to kidnap him and he'll never see his ada or home again. He winced as the elf grabbed his jaw roughly. Not hard enough to leave a bruise but hard enough to hurt. Especially to Legolas. His ada had never hit him or grabbed him hard enough to hurt unless they were playing and it was an accident. He slowly forced his eyes upward towards the face of the elf in front of him but didn't seem to do it fast enough. The elf shook him so hard that if Legolas weren't already being held up he would have fallen. " Look at me boy!" he said. Legolas tore his eyes from the shirt of the elf and looked at his face. His hood was pulled back and he could clearly see the cold cruelty in the others eyes. " You saw what happened right?" he asked still holding Legolas's jaw. Legolas couldn't move the realization had just hit in full force as he remembered how that poor elf was killed. He would never ever come again to Legolas's bedroom and tell him funny stories or help him climb up a huge tree. They would never again run though the trees or go swimming in the small pond. " Answer me boy," the elf said as he pulled out another knife. This one free of blood but Legolas could clearly imagine blood dripping off of it. " And you wont get hurt." Legolas nodded. " Good. Good. Now, listen and listen well. You are the reason this happened. That person was a goods elf but you killed him. Do you understand how you killed him?" he asked with a little smile. Legolas shook his head. He knew there was no way in all of middle earth that he could use his voice. His brain couldn't even think. All of his attention was on the elf in front of him. " No. I didn't think that you would, you stupid boy. You killed him by being around him. Playing with him, listening to his stories. Little things like that. And if you ever do it again to any one else I'll kill them and then you. And if you ever, ever tell anyone I'll kill your father and you too." he said his face was only inches away from Legolas's " do you understand now?" he asked. Legolas didn't really understand but he nodded his head any way. It was better not to risk his anger. A few minutes passed. The elf's face still only inches away from Legolas's. Legolas couldn't hold back his tears any more. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't. They started to fall down his cheeks and by the time the first tear hit the ground Legolas's entire body was heaving with his sobs. The elf seemed with this and let Legolas's face go and stood up saying something to the elf holding him up. Whatever it was Legolas couldn't hear for because of his crying. He soon found out though as his shaking body meet the ground. The elf holding him had let go. Legolas coughed as he inhaled dirt and leaves. He couldn't stop. No matter how hard he tried to hold his head up he couldn't hold it up high enough to stop breathing in dust. He was jerked up as one of the elves yanked him up and said something in a language he couldn't understand. Water was forced down his throat but he couldn't shallow. He spit it out and started crying even harder.
Legolas felt someone gently dabbing something wet on his forehead. He tried to open his eyes but his brain just wasn't working with him. He laid there for a few minutes trying to relax a little but he couldn't. More tears started to flow down his face. It hurt to be all-tense with all his bruises.
" Legolas… are you awake?" he heard someone say softly. " Wake up my little greenleaf."
* Ada! He can make me feel better. No he can't. He can never help me. He can never know. *
With that last thought Legolas started to cry even harder. He eyes flew open and he started to give heart-wrenching sobs. Thranduil quickly handed the washcloth to Elrond, whom Legolas still did not know was there, and pulled his sobbing son into his arms.
" Ne sal' ion-nin" {be still my son} Thranduil said into Legolas hair as he hugged him close to his body. " Llie nar varna" Elrond stepped away from the bed to give Thranduil more space. He didn't leave though. He wanted to see exactly how Legolas reacts to his nightmares. While he was wacthing Thranduil gently rocking his son he thought back to when him and Arwen where here talking to him. He didn't seem really uneasy about anything. He was quite interested, and tried to hide it but Elrond could tell, by the stories of the twins and Imladris that he and Arwen had told him. He even almost laughed serval times when he heard about one of the twin's pranks on poor Glorfindel and Erestor. Nothing seemed wrong expect the fact that Legolas probely said a total of ten words. Thranduil frantically calling him jolted Elrond out of his thoughts.
*/ Bloody mandos. I can never think and be alert can I/*
Legolas was laying in his father's arms. He was no longer sobbing; he still had tears rolling down his cheeks though. It would have been fine if Legolas hadn't been gasping for breath.
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Yet another cliffhanger.