Title: What days we see

Author: So Yun

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Chapter: 1/7

Rating: K+

Summary: Can one heart breaking tragic disaster tear the Thranduillion family apart? Will Legolas ever survive it and wake up? Will Thranduil learn a lesson in loving again?

Revised 1st of September 2007.

"My son's they have breached the borders you must go ahead and stop them!" Thranduil's voice echoed and he watched his five sons grab their weapons and mount their horses. They each looked at their father, their king in turn and nodded, his youngest smiled broadly.

Legolas's blue orb eyes pierced his heart and he smiled back warmly in return. His eldest son, Telpion sternly rode ahead. His younger brother Galdor following close behind. Then his last two sons, Melrue and Dalen spurred forth urging their youngest brother to hurry up.

The boys had once again become cheerful; Legolas was the most of all of them. Telpion and Galder still wore their hearts proud but the death of their mother had proven a lot, seemingly they were closest to her they were her two first born.

Melrue and Dalen were here third and fourth to be born, then there was two thousand years that separated their and Legolas's birth. He was the youngest and most beautiful of all the Thranduillion princes.

He was Melrue's favourite by far, but his other brothers Galder and Telpion never connected with him. He and Dalen had been the chief pranksters but Thranduil loved them all the same.

As they rode out, Thranduil beamed with pride and bade them farewell in his mind, I hope to the valar you all return safely.

The guard came to a clearing deep within the forest but by the borders of the palace. All the elves sensed some disturbance, some darkness and unmounted their horses, pulling their weapons out.

The five brothers spread out and disappeared with in the thin skin of trees between the clearing and the forest.

Then a war cry arose and many orcs came flying out of the deep forest shadows, the elves were unstartled and ran into the battle coming for them.

The battle wearied on for more then they expected, the orcs were dying out and the brothers were becoming exhausted.

When there were only few orcs remaining, Melrue saw that Legolas was indeed in big trouble.

Most of the orcs had cornered him back against a rock, he was struggling to fight them all of.

Melrue desperately ran to help his youngest brother but failed. He watched as Legolas's face paled and black blood escaped the rim of his lips.

An orc sword impaled his organs the whole way through against the rock. Melrue cried in grief for his brother, many arrows flew past his head and killed the remaining orcs.

His three other brothers ran to Legolas, Dalen cradled his body carefully and they thought he was dead. But Legolas's eyes looked into theirs and he gasped, blood foaming on his lips,

"Take me back to Ada….." The brothers looked at each in surprise, he was alive! The pulled him on the horse and rode with all their might to the palace. Galdor rode ahead to tell the ill news to his father and Melrue held Legolas tight in his arms. He also carried the sword that had impaled his brother, he wanted to burn it, melt it.

They arrived through the palace gates and their father was stony faced as Legolas passed by him on a stretcher. Blood has covered the whole of his son's body, and blood from the mouth covered his chin and cheeks,

I did not pray hard enough. Thranduil held back the tears and slowly dreaded the long wait in the healing house. Standing grief stricken, their pride no longer beaming, the four son's of King Thranduil sat by his bed listening to the healer,

"His organs had been mutilated, he has lost too much blood, and oxygen has been rare to his brain. But he lives, but lives without life for his brain has shut down I am sorry." He suppressed his sorrow for the sons of his king,

"You may choose to keep him this way, though there is a rare chance he will wake,

Or send him to Valinor to die in peace."

The brothers shook their heads, "I will not send him to Valinor, and I cannot abandon him." Melrue exclaimed, his tear streaked face tightening.

His younger brother, grim shook his head and uttered, "Nor can I……."

The second eldest brother did not say anything and looked sternly at their lifeless little brother, "I can not bear to see him like this, but I cannot also leave him." Galder said and left the room quietly not being able to bare the grief.

"I do not want him to waste him away here, he should be sent to Valinor, let him die in peace, in valour."

Melrue's face reddened with rage and his brown hair seemed on fire,

"NO Telpion, how can you say that? He is your brother!" He said in a distressed tone, Dalen beside him nodded then embraced Melrue. Telpion finally let the tears go and walked out of the room, his chest heaving.

Thranduil watched his eldest son walk past him by the door; the grief had overtaken his family once more. He could not go in there; he could not bear to see his Greenleaf not smiling. Melrue stayed loyal to his brother and sat by his bedside and read to him, his other brothers also sat with him but they did not know how long they would have to wait.

Two years later

"Lord Elrond, welcome to the feast, and you too sons of Elrond." and Thranduil nodded at the twins and the Lord of Imraldis. Elrond bowed and beckoned his sons forward to sit at the table.

He glanced at the head of the table and said, "Ah the four sons of Thranduil!"

He shook their hands, each in turn then turned to his son who was nagging him, "Ada I thought there were five sons!" He whispered eagerly to his father, his twin listening in.

"Yes ion nín there was five, and still is but he….." Elrond stopped and Thranduil, who had been listening, interrupted, "Son of Elrond do you wish to see my youngest son?"

Elrond nodded to his sons and they got up and followed the King of Eryn Lasgalen. They walked up the hall, their father following closely behind.

They came to a bedroom and the walked in, Elladan held in a gasp and Elrohir put his hand up to his mouth, "This is Legolas, my youngest son, he was pierced by an orc blade two years ago and stays in a comatose state until, if he ever wakes up."

Elrond closed his eyes for a moment and prayed for the dear son of Thranduil. Someone walked past them quietly and said, "My brother must be fed and bathed, may I please ask you to leave." Melrue turned to them and lamented at the floor.

He watched as they left then sat on the chair by Legolas's bed. He pulled the lembas out and soaked it into the cup of water until the water had made it soggy, easy enough to drink.

He held the cup up to Legolas's lips then stroked his little brother throat until he had swallowed it all. Melrue then pulled the bucket up and soaked the washer.

Then he pulled Legolas's tunic off and bathed and cleaned his little brother, while he did this his face was set as in stone, as in sadness.

His father stood outside with the visitors and said softly, "I am sorry for Melrue's rudeness but he does not like me showing Legolas to visitors."

Elrond nodded and answered, putting his hand on the king's shoulder, "No it is fine, I did not wish for us to intrude, may the valar wake him up and he be healthy and happy again. I am sorry Thranduil…" With that he and his sons left the King to watch his third eldest son to bathe his youngest.

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