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Felarof

MornieGalad

I know it was a cliffhanger last Chapter, but I like cliffs.

Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR or any character, this is getting old, Tolkien just gimme the rights! I only own Thelion and Laeriel.

Chapter 4

Berthilion stood in shocked silence as he regarded the figure on the floor; How could Legolas beaten up so severely? He wondered. That seemed impossible, no one would want to be banished from Mirkwood, or even worse, die by beating up the Prince.

He sighed and started to get his mind working. If I'm caught here they'll think I beat up him. He thought. Not unless I call for help… and with his mind set he began to yell for help.

For a while no one came; then the Captain came to see why one of his men was hollering on top of his lungs.

"All right, why are you disturbing the peace of men with that noise?" he growled. The Captain was taking a nap when Berthilion's hollering woke him up.

He changed his mind though, the moment he saw Legolas's body.

"Great Scott, how did this happen?" the Captain said with a swearword that made Berthilion yelp.

The Captain wasted no time; a semi-second later he ran with all the elves' speed to the nearest healer.

A minute later The Captain and the Healer ran towards The Prince's body. Berthilion wandered over to the body and watched as healer examined every inch of Legolas's body. The healer looked grave in the daylight; Berthilion felt coldness in his brain as he watched the healer and Legolas.

What if he'll die? Wondered Berthilion. Despite their age and rank difference they were good friends. Berthilion known Legolas all his life, and before Legolas's Mother died, teamed up with him to play pranks on Thelion.

"He'll live" a voice said startling Berthilion out of his thoughts. It was the healer, still looking grave "He won't be able to move for a week or so, but he'll live. A message should be sent up to his brother at once"

"Right" said the captain "Berthilion, you go"

Berthilion nodded and went down to the King's office. On the way down he brainstormed on ideas on how to give the King the news. He only came up with one idea: say it straightforward and truthfully.

Thranduil was sitting in his office thinking about things that were really important. Then someone knocked on the door.

"Come in" he called out, secretly hoping that it was Legolas coming to tell him who beat him up.

The door opened and in came Berthilion. Thranduil gave an inward sigh of disappointment and trying to look grand said, "Yes?"

"I have some bad news, You Highness," said Berthilion, bowing, "Prince Legolas was found in the Great hall, lying unconscious. The healer said he'll live but wouldn't be able to move for a week or so, sir."

Thranduil jumped up and ran towards Berthilion, forgetting that he should act kingly.

"When? Where is he now?" asked Thranduil hurriedly. He knew he should have had guards around Legolas day and night.

"Um, 15 minutes ago, sir, and right now he's in his room. Sir." Berthilion replied trying to sound confident. What if the healer had been wrong and Legolas would still die?

Thranduil, forgetting his rank ran out the door, almost hitting Berthilion. Berthilion sighed one more time and went back to his room.

When Legolas woke up he was feeling awful; he couldn't even open his eyes! Panicking, he tried desperately to open his eyes. How could he see what was going on to him if he couldn't open his eyes? Only when he failed he tried to take on the problem logically. Little by little he half-opened his eyes.

What he saw was Thranduil reading a book quietly beside his bed.

Legolas tried to say "Ada?' and failed miserably. He only made some muffled sound behind his swollen lips. But that was enough; the second he made a sound Thranduil was at his side.

"Legolas! Are you OK? You were out for 5 days!" Thranduil said. Legolas choked on what he was about to say.

"5 days? 5 days!" he cried out, finally managing to say something. He raged for a while until he actually called down.

"Why can't I move" he asked trying to raise his arm for emphasis.

"You were beaten up so severely, the healer said you won't be able to move for at least a week" Thranduil explained "And you were out for 5 days, so that means you have 2 days without moving to go."

Legolas choked. Again. He couldn't move for 2 days? Who knew what kinds of horrible things Thelion could do to him by then. He sighed and fell asleep.

Just to let you know that I got the idea for Legolas not moving from Elven Hope! I hope she doesn't mind! No reviews. That bites! Review!