Sorry for the slow update, this one didn't want to happen, my brain skipped right over it to chapter 5. I do actually have the next chapter written already so that will be up soon. I also have a fairly extensive back story formed in my mind that I am considering leaving vague in this story and writing in its entirety as a prequel of sorts.

Well this Chapter delves very gently into implied slash. Eek.

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Chapter 4

Elrond rushed around his healing room finishing his antidote. A violent bang on Legolas' chest had gotten his heart started again, but it was slowing and Elrond doubted he could get it going for a second time. His elven ring was glowing brightly on his finger as he poured everything he had into bringing back his young patients spirit. All the while Elronds hands busily crushed herbs into a healing paste. With a grim smile his task was complete and he hurried back to Legolas' side, swiftly turning him over, he applied the paste to the poisoned wound. Elrond rested his hand over his patients heart and felt relief flow through him as it settled to a steady rhythm. A sigh escaped him that he didn't know he had been holding. A stab of guilt followed when he realised that his relief was not only for Legolas, but nearly as much for his sons. Elrond held no allusions, he had long believed that, should Legolas fall, Elrohir would swiftly follow. Elladan would not survive the loss of his twin and it would be like the loss of 3 sons. He turned his thoughts away, not able to dwell on such dark thoughts. Although Legolas was now physically stable his spirit seemed strangely reluctant to return. Elrond wondered , not for the first time, how such an experienced and cautious warrior had been caught unaware in the first place. Surely Legolas had been distracted by some other event. If only Elrond knew what had happened before his capture, whether the ache in his heart was from his captivity or not. How he wanted to speak to Legolas. He pushed the thought brutally away, now was not the time for wishing, now was the time for action. With a deep breath Elrond focused his mind and lowered his head to rest next to Legolas'. Elrond delved carefully into his patients troubled mind and went searching for the lost spirit.

Elrond found himself in a quiet clearing, he looked around, startled at the familiarity of the place. He had been here before, the peace of the ancient trees seeped into him and calmed him, they had golden leaves that sparkled in the sun. A soft trickle of moving water could be heard in the distance. Elrond was surprised, when he had entered Legolas' mind he had expected to find himself in the greenwood or at the camp of the men who had abducted him. He had thought that would be the likely thing keeping Legolas' spirit troubled. Yet here Elrond stood in a glade in Lothlorien bathed in the golden light from the leaves, surely there was nothing to trouble a wood elf here? He took a cautious step forward and peeked through the leaves towards the sound of the water. Elronds face crimsoned, he had stumbled upon a pair of lovers. He recognised them both instantly, their blonde hair mingled as Legolas rested his head on his lovers shoulder, a firm arm was wrapped around him possessively. They were clothed, thankfully, it appeared that they were simply taking a soft moment to be together. Still Elrond did not understand, there was no strife here, why would Legolas be dwelling on such a peaceful moment with such sadness. Elrond turned away, ready to leave this private moment when the air seemed to suddenly grow thick with tension. Raised voices reached him and he turned again towards the scene. Legolas was in the same spot he had been, his face lifted to look his lover in the eyes, his voice held a note of hurt and suppressed anger. The other elf towered over him, impressive in his obvious fury. Everything about his body spoke of accusation, he shouted down at Legolas and leaned forward to grip his wrist in a bruising hold. Legolas sprang to his feet and tried to wrench himself free, his anger blazed in his eyes and he shouted back. A sharp snap sounded in the clearing as the elf slapped him forcefully across the face. Silence descended, Legolas appeared rooted to the spot. His lover reached forward, his eyes full of apology and Legolas pulled away again. This time he got free, he spun on his heels and jumped straight up, disappearing into the trees. His lover looked dazed and slowly sank to the ground, tears leaked from his eyes and he gripped his chest as if in pain.

The image faded from Elronds view and then Legolas stood before him surrounded by the trees of Greenwood. "Were you looking for me Elrond?" asked Legolas, a smile quirked his lips. "Forgive my intrusion Legolas, it is time to return now, your body needs your spirit to fight." Replied Elrond. "What if I am tired of fighting Elrond, you saw what happened back there, that's what happens when you fight for what you think is right." Legolas sighed softly, then seemed to draw himself up to his full height "Forgive me my lord, it appears I have become accustomed to self pity of late." "Come Legolas, there is no healing to be found in this place, return with me and I will help you find peace." replied Elrond. Legolas took a steadying breath and then looked up at him resolutely "I am ready, lead me back." And Elrond did.