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Thranduil walked in gorgeously as he always did. He was ALWAYS gorgeous. He wished Legolas would ask forgiveness but for some reason he just stared at him resignedly. He missed it when Legolas understood that he was in the wrong. Slowly he strided over to his son, silk rustling.

"Legolas, I am sick and tired of your disobedience. You will receive 20 lashes tomorrow morning and will stay in this cell for the following week. Am I understood?"

This time he was calm, collected. He would not allow Legolas to see him upset over such trivial things.

Legolas bowed his head in acknowledgement. "Yes, Adar."

"Good. See you in a week, then. Remember never to come to me with such an outrageous idea again. Mirkwood is your home and it will remain so forever."

With a rustle of his gorgeous robes, Thranduil left to go solve more of the endless issues that the people consistently pester him. Didn't they know he was too busy for every little dilemma? Ah, well. At least he was a kind and righteous ruler. His father before him, now, would just let it go. He had had no disciplinary skills whatsoever.

The next day, guards came for Legolas.

"We're sorry, my Prince," one said, "We must do this or our families may suffer for it."

"It is alright," Legolas said wearily, "I understand."

Nodding, they took him out and brought him to the courtyard. They stripped him of his shirt roughly. Then, tying his hands to his feet, they stepped back and reluctantly began to whip him with all they had. They respected their Prince, but their fear of the King was greater, and Thranduil would be displeased if they did not "work their hardest."

With every lash that hit his defenseless back, Legolas did his best not to display how much it hurt. When a moan came to his lips because it was just too much, he mentally berated himself for being so weak. No wonder he was disappointing to his father. He had a coward for a son.

Watching from a balcony above, Thranduil smiled as he drank his wine. This would surely teach his son not to propose leaving.

When the guard were finally done, they dragged him unconscious to his cell -this was getting too familiar- and locked him in.

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