Anything (Legolas Thranduil father son fic)

Chapter 5

Almost everything was black except the tiny pinprick of light. Thranduil walked towards it, as he did he noticed that his body felt strangely light, as if he walked on air. Am I dead? he wondered.

The light grew larger, taking shape of a woman. She had pale gold hair and great green/blue eyes.

"Anenfel," Thranduil whispered, his eyes growing wide. "Am I...dead then?"

"Nay Meleth e-gûr nîn you are not dead." Her voice echoed around the room.

"I remember...the spiders..."

"Yes. There were spiders."

"A..and pain, in my chest. And Legolas!"

"You took the spiders blow that was meant for our son. Thank you. He would not have survived," Anenfel said.

"Will I survive?"

"That is up to you and you alone."

Thranduil fell silent. Pieces were coming back together. The fight with the spiders. Legolas. The monster spider. The sword through its heart. It's last chance for murder.

Pain.

"You must go back now." Anenfel's soft, echoing voice called him back from the layers of thoughts.

"I want to stay with you. I don't want the pain."

"To stay here, embrace death, is a cowards choice. You are no coward, Thranduil."

"Maybe I am."

"Go back. Our son needs you. Please. Do it for me if not for him!"

"I shall miss you."

Anenfel sighed. "I shall miss you as well."

"Farewell, Meleth e-gûr nîn."

"Farewell."

The light was fading away. Thranduil felt himself falling down, back to earth, back into life.

But recovery was still a long ways away.

A/N: , Meleth e-gûr nîn means 'Love of my heart' in elvish'