When they arrived back at the palace Thranduil rushed Legolas to the healers for immediate treatment. Once he arrived in the medical wing of the palace the healers saw that Legolas was fading by the minute. They told Thranduil to wait outside knowing how much the king's presence and concern would distract them from their work. Reluctantly he obeyed and sat anxiously outside praying to Arda that his son would recover.
As many hours past the sun started to set and Thranduil had practically made an indent in the floor from all his pacing. Many had tried to calm the elven king down, but knew when it came to Legolas his worrying never stopped. But given the situation no one could blame the poor father, who was competing with death for his son.
It was then the healers came out, and told Thranduil it was safe to come and see his son. Heart racing Thranduil ran in there faster than the wind to his son's bed side. He looked over the tiny body before him examining his body intricately for damage. Much to his horror he found many injuries and wounds all over Legolas's body. He saw all the deep scratches and bruises across his body even on his sweet little face there were claw marks. Worst of all he saw all the gashes on him, and even a rather large and deep one on the top back of his little head.
Filled with regret and sorrow, Thranduil started to cry ashamed that that he was unable to protect his little son from such harm and danger. As he put his head down on the bed as to muffle the sounds of his crying Legolas's eyes began to flicker open. He looked around rather confused as to where he was until he saw his ada lying there rather upset.
"Ada?" Legolas asked rather weakly.
Thranduil's head immediately perked up as he heard his son's voice.
"Legolas!"
Thranduil immediately but very gently took the bandaged elfling into his arms, happily squeezing him tightly.
"Ow! Ada that hurts!" Legolas cried out.
Thranduil immediately stopped squeezing Legolas, and gently laid him straight back on the bed.
"Ada wa what happened?"
"Sssh ssshh it's alright you're safe now ion nin, how do you feel?"
"Not good." Legolas whined his tiny body racked with pain.
"What's wrong my little leaf?" Thranduil asked concerned as he took his son's little hand into his.
"It hurts everywhere!" Legolas said with tears steaming down his face.
Thranduil had never felt so useless before how could he do nothing to help his sons pain.
"Well then how about you get some rest I'll come back in the morning to check on you." Thranduil conceded knowing his son needed rest above all things.
Legolas nodded and closed his eyes.
Thranduil sat there for a while reluctant to leave his son's side, but knew Legolas needed rest without him interrupting, so he left. As he walked away from the door he felt he should go back, but decided he shouldn't disturb his son.
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A Witch's Revenge
FanfictionA sequel to The Beginnings of a Prince set three years after Loraine's death. Thranduil has done his best raising Legolas on his own and is happy to have him around. However what will he do when his beloved son is kidnaped by a someone he once knew...