Glorfindel could have cut the tension in the air with a gentle exhale, he had not missed the look in the eyes of the warriors who volunteered to help escort Elrond to collect what herbs he needed. He was going as fast as he could, Glorfindel knew, but in situations such as these, it always felt as if it was never fast enough.

Legolas had not allowed the twins to come, and perhaps that was warning enough, and forced Elrond and Glorfindel to wear similar clothes as his warriors, "What exactly is it that you're all so prepared for but scared of?"

Legolas smiled, just a bit, "I'll tell you when we get back home."

"I'm loving the sound of that."

Then, all at once the wood elves went still and Glorfindel knew their time was up. Within seconds Elrond and his companion and practically been thrown and dragged into the treetops. They only had a semblance of balance before they were being pulled along by the other warriors, Glorfindel finally found out what all the rope they had was for.

It was to attach him and Elrond to keep them from plummeting to their death should their grip slip from the trees.

He dared a glance back in time to see clouds of thick heavy dark mist rising from nowhere, every from here he did not like the smell of it, "Eyes forward." Legolas reminded him.

The key was to not panic. To panic was to be sloppy, hectic, to panic was to die.

Eyes forward, don't look at what was behind.

It took nearly all he had in him to keep up with the Silvan elves in the tree's and he was suddenly very grateful the twins had not been allowed to come. Then he and Elrond were getting pulled away to the right while Legolas and other went left, he might have argued but knew better than that.

…..

Thranduil wasn't mad at him specifically, Elrond knew, but at the world in general. He had long since understood that the king tended to hide grief and fear with anger. The samples had been safe, thankfully.

Samples they had written and asked him to come retrieve so that they could have better strains and anti-venom. It was necessary, it's why they did it, but that did nothing to reassure a scared father.

Elrond busied himself tending to whatever wounded that was to be tended too, while Thranduil sat with perfect stillness by the door.

Hours went by.

And then finally they returned, one carried on a stretcher with burns like none Elrond had seen before on half his body, while two had burned down one of their arms and part of their shoulder.

The Greenwood healers rushed for the one on the stretcher and the female warrior, but they all left Legolas in the care of his father.

Elrond watched as Thranduil poured a milky white substance over the burns and it seemed to immediately soothe the area, Legolas had his eyes closed and was breather very slow and even breaths.

The area around the burns and blisters almost looked like the sights of spider bites, the way it turned the flesh dark even from a distance from the wound, "This is why you needed the samples."

With incredibly surprising tenderness Thranduil began rubbing lotions and slaves onto Legolas' trembling arm that smelt quite like the plants he had just been digging up, "Yes. Somehow, we don't know how they can put the venom in the air now. Our plants were not strong enough anymore."

He was at a loss for words, "That's awful."

Before his father could talk Legolas broke in and his father let him, "I mean, it isn't ideal." His voice sounded somewhat cheerful, but Elrond could tell that it was faked. Legolas cleared his throat,"Could you give up a moment alone, please?"

"Of course."

..

I was just watching 'The 100' and then the prompt was mist. It was meant to be.