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"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone."

― Rose Kennedy

The dawn broke some clarity or what Legolas assumed to be morning and most likely only two three hours from whence he had last been conscious. His body was lighter clearer, but his mind, its focus now back from fighting the poison was not. Images of the battle assailed him, men women who died for their loved ones for peace in Mirkwood. His head hung lower still as he recalled the ones he knew closer the married ones the ones with kin. Tears unbidden sprang to his eyes. Dead they were all dead, he could feel a cold front lick at his fingers. That was never good especially in his wounded condition he tried to move around as best he could to warm his limbs, but the dampness and cold relented seeping into his tunic which itself was shorn up here and there from where the accursed creature had drawn blood. There was a barely any room to maneuver regardless and his limbs protested every move.

More images sprang to his mind, Lhinnor facing the great Orc, his own men being cut down as they attacked from, the tree branches, their prone bodies as they fell in battle. They had looked to him for guidance, as their leader as their prince he should have been ready for an ambush. Why had he felt the orcs so late? He did not know, Tulien had spoken of something similar but he had scarcely believed it. How were the orcs cloaking themselves what had they been using and for how long? How many scouting parties had been ambushed never to return and assumed by both himself and the war council as being simply overrun by sheer numbers. Granted such things were far in between but even so he should have sensed something amiss, should have done something anything.

"Weak" Something whispered in his mind, "you are weak." Legolas shook his head to clear it, images of his father sitting on by his bedside after a skirmish, "you did what you could ion nin, more no elf can ask of you." "But it is not enough is it?" His mind whispered. No it wasn't enough he wasn't enough, if it had been his father would he have failed as miserably as he did? Would Lord Elrond? He had done all he could and yet it wasn't enough it was never enough. Light fell from a crack in the wall falling directly onto the corner where his kin hung in chains by the wall, it was little but with it he could make out the unconscious elf he could not see from the night before. It was Luminar, a cousin to Orek one of his father's captains. The elven face was ashen, his white blonde hair a stark contrast to his face. That was never a good thing. "Luminar, Luiminar!" The elf did not respond. Straining his eyes Legolas could see that here and their Luminar's upper torso was shredded and drenched in something with a purplish hue or it seemed that way as whatever had been placed as a salve on his wounds was turning the skin white almost to the point of greyness here and their veins a stark blotched purple.

His eyes traveled back to the prone form of the elf on the ground. "Orestor?" The only response he received was a weak twitch. He bit his lip as he attempted to gauge where they were. But it was too dark, he could make out little else then the table to his right, from last night filled with vials with more or less he could not say. His eyes shifted to the heavy metal door which had a thin slit with bars over it at eyes distance, he could here no one, his eyes then shifted to his arms chained directly above him on the wall almost at the ceiling. He yanked at them expertly but they did not give way and only bit deeper into his wrists. His frown deepened as he sighed his eyes falling back onto the two elves who were in captivity with him. Dying, they were dying and he was helpless to stop it, why Valar? Why was this happening? He had tried his hand at healing several times. Of course that was until he realized that he was far better and more needed as a warrior. But still he had always felt rather helpless whenever one of his own was wounded. Pain, his body tensed and he shook his head attempting to keep himself focused clenching his teeth as the wave of nausea passed.

He closed his eyes briefly, when he realized his body was trembling from the cold, attempting to will warmth into his lips, where was Ilúvatar? Where was Valar? Where were the gods of old? Why had the forsaken the elves? Granted men passed in the ways of greed and murder and the like but elves were pure, or they strained to be, why were they being punished? What had they done to deserve such a fate? Cold, his body shuddered cold, curse it all why was he so weak? He growled in anger realizing his mind was going in circles. Then sighed because he was tired oh so very tired and it was cold, and sleep was warm, "NO!" he shook his head, he couldn't sleep now. Footsteps, he could hear them in the hallway he leaned back and closed his eyes, pretending to be in a faint, he could resist all he wanted when the creature actually showed interest in him. Besides he needed to find out how the orcs were cloaking themselves, and escape from this wretched place. Well what could he say? He'd, had worse.

It was dawn, Thranduil hadn't even realized he had been sleeping; everything was so at peace now that their seemed to be little difference between dreaming and waking. He was in his bed. Strange he didn't quite recall changing himself. Upon his nightstand lay the garland he had been weaving last night. Ingwe would love it she had always loved flowers. And Legolas, where had he wondered of too? No doubt sulking in some corner again moping over the fact that he would have to share his father soon. Thranduil chuckled, it wouldn't be long and Legolas too would be in love and then he wouldn't feel so lonely. His thoughts drifted to Lady Arwen but he quickly dismissed them with the sons of Elrond the three of them were more like an odd sort of family then potential lovers. Then who else? There were quite a number of elven elleths that could be introduced to his son, if he wasn't so adamant in avoiding Thranduil that was.

He rose dressing himself breathing in the air not minding the lack of scent much and not realizing he could scarcely smell the flowers of his own garland. It was warm today, a good day. He heard a knock. "Enter." It was Galion.

"Are you beginning the preparations?"

Galions brow furrowed. "What preparations my Lord?"

"Why for the wedding."

Galion's face turned from confusion to horror. "What wedding my King?" Thranduil chukled at Galion's forgetfulness, "Come now surely the Lady Ingwe has already began with the preparations?

Galion's face paled. "My, my King, Lady Ingwe is long dead…."

"Dead?" Thranduil frowned. "It was funny the first several times but now its not Galion, just come out and tell me she's changed her mind about me because she doesn't wish to come between Legolas and myself."

Galion's jaw nearly dropped he could tell by the way the man was clenching his jaw. "I, my prince…" He looked over his shoulder and a young elf he had seen before appeared.

"Ada?"

Thranduil's eyebrows contracted together in confusion. "Who are you and why do you keep calling me that?" His voice was even, he should have been irritated or enraged but the day was just so warm and peaceful that something inside him held him back from anger.

"I…" the younger elf paused, his face looking at Galion beseeching help with his eyes. "I do not understand why is he not fading? Why is he…?

Thranduil's brows furrowed. "The both of you need to see Astaldar. Perhaps he has a cure for whatever malady ails both of your minds."

Galion swallowed heavily. "My Lord, please you must remember, for the sake of the men…"

The younger elves lips twitched into a frown full of fear. "I do not know my prince what is occurring, only that he is neither here nor there, not fading yet not among the land of the living.

"Maybe we can force him to remember." In seconds the elf was at his neck. But Thranduil had centuries of practice, he parried his sword striking on the elves. "You parry well he chuckled." His sword rang against the elf as the elf sought to outmaneuver him.

"Arrai stop this madness!" Galion's face was ashen. Thranduil only laughed at his butlers antics, "Come now there is no way he can possibly harm me."

Arrai came by his left he used the bannister of the bed to propel himself in a high jump against Thranduil who anticipating the move cut the bannister causing the Arrai to falter mid leap. Sliding down Arrai rolled across the bed his sword licking at Thranduil's heals. Thranduil struck downward then up and across the song of steel against steel high in the air. But suddenly it wasn't his room anymore. There were screams and yells and blood and dust and orcs, so many orcs. Cold sweat ran down his back as he parried three more blows. Swirling around he grabbed another sword by one of his own elven soldiers. Why the elf was barely moving was beyond him but it was possible that the elf had unstained some sort of damage to the head. He parried again and again, here and their orcs attacked him from the sides but he cut them down easily.

He could hear his own men yelling the war cry for Mirkwood. "Ada!" Why had his father led the first charge? The men weren't ready for battle! Their armor was their hunting gear, they weren't ready to fight! Droves and droves of elves fell to sharp blades and guttural cries, blood and dust splattered his tunic red and black. He cut down several more orcs but more kept coming at each strike. He could hear a sudden war cry arise from the ranks of the orcs "Gurad, Gurad,Gured!" He strained his eyes as he fought through the fray face ashen at the stench of blood that hit his nose as he made his way to face whatever beast these creatures were calling upon to battle.

The beast stood three times his size. A two handed axe in his hands. Its small eyes peered down onto the battle field. With one swing he took five elven men. Thranduil rushed at him leaping and bringing his sword down. He missed the neck and the beast grabbed hold of him sqeuzing his armor in his hands trying to crush his insides. "Death, Death Death!" He could hear the creatures chanting. The battle of Dagorlad was a massacre.

White cold ice rushed through his veins and suddenly he was standing on a the plain, still as a statue staring off an orc. It was an odd creature for its size was nearly as his own if not slightly shorter. He could feel sweat running freely down his back as he readied both swords in a reverse grip a feral grin lighting his face. He would kill the beast!

He rushed at it and his two swords were blocked by the creature, it was fast! It stuck out like lightning and he parried kicking it mid riff. "Your kind will all fall." he laughed.

The orc rose gasping as he advanced and struck downward. His sword was parried and he himself was sent flying with a kick to his stomach. "Ada Saes! The men need you!"

Legolas? That didn't sound like his voice. What was going on? He couldn't understand. How did he get here? He raised his sword cutting sideways once more then crossing both swords in an X shape as he bore down on the orc. It was tiring, its chest rising and falling quickly. He slammed both swords then executed a quick flurry of strikes each meant to sever the head.

"Stop it my King! NOW!" He could here Galion's frantic yelling. What was Galion doing here? With a final slam of his swords he kicked the being into the air, the being slammed painfully against what seem to be nothing. His brow furrowed. He had won. He raised his hand for the final blow only to have his eyes widen at the deep blue of the eyes. "Ada?" Oropher lay gasping for breath his blonde white hair tied back in a braid covered in blood and dust. "Ada!" No no no! Ada had to live he had to survive this! "Ada please!" He knelt by the elf as Galion came up behind him and grasped him by both shoulders shaking him hard as tears fell freely down his face. "Thranduil, Thranduil!"

His room, his eyes widened. He was back in his room, which was nearly destroyed in its entirety, not a piece of furniture was left unharmed. The gasping elf was the one that kept calling him Ada, he was holding on to his midriff in teeth clenched in pain. "Galion! What's going on?" He snapped his face twisting into confusion.

Galion's face looked somewhat relieved. "My King, I, we are glad to have you back."

"Back?" Thranduil shook his head. "Where is Legolas? And what is the meaning of this attack?"

"I…he…" Thranduil's eyes widened.

"No…, no, no, no, NO!" Thranduil's hands shook, as more cold sweat beaded down his brow. "Get out! Get out now!"

"My King?"

"I, I need to be alone." Galion assisted the younger elf in rising and the both of them left. Leaving Thranduil to his thoughts.

What in the world is going on with Thranduil? Don't worry all shall be explained in the next chapter. I will try to get it out by next week. Read and Review!