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2 months earlier

In a back alley of lake town (1) a young girl cried, no one heard and if they did they were not listening, for she was but a sweeping of the street in many eyes, since the attack of the dragon all those years ago the town had never been back to it's former glory. Bard (2) had put his best efforts in trying to rebuild it but once he died, the spirit he brought to the town died with it, or at least that's how the story goes.

"Please stop!"the girl cried as she tried to push the man off of her exposed body. This cry did nothing but to earn her a slap across the face.

"Shut it scum, your lucky I want to take you! You filthy wretch!" The man yelled, the man himself was in his late fifties, the hair on his head balding and he had the pungent odor of strong alcohol on his clothes and breath. He was not a good looking man and not particularly strong but he did have one thing that he had to his name, his intelligence, many who saw him would never guess that the balding man was an accomplished maker of debilitating drugs which he used on his many test victims. He was working his way up to a bigger and better catch.

He was after the crown prince of Mirkwood.

Elves had always infuriated the man, as the humans around him died from old age and disease the Elves lived on, never dieing. Not like his family, not like his wife not like his child. No those Elves did not know what it felt like to feel pain. Especially the royalty among them the king angered him more then anything. Staying in his palace in the forest, never knowing of true suffering, never caring about any one. When the town had been in need the Elvin King could have helped but he did not, he stayed on his throne and merely watched their suffering. He had a child that would never die, he would never have to see his child's life fade in front of his eyes.

At least he thought he would never have to go through that pain. But this was the goal of the man. He and some others had been developing a drug that could render even an elf helpless, he had been testing it on the sweepings of the street, local prostitutes and others who would not be missed.

The man threw the girl to the ground as he was finished with her. The girl cried on the ground not ceasing until the dagger the man held sliced across her neck.

Present time

Two weeks had passed since Legolas had uttered the words I'm scared in front of his father and two close friends. Since that time he had not spoken a single word again.

Thranduil was growing increasingly worried, Legolas was slowly healing. He was healing at a pace on would expect for a human which was worrying to say the least. But other then that he was a shell of his former self. He jumped at the slightest noise, could not handle physical contact and did not speak the most Thranduil had seen him do that was similar to the way he used to be was climbing the trees in the royal garden. But even then he did not stay long, He seemed to be in a constant state of fear.

Thranduil had, been discussing with healers in Mirkwood about it but all off them were giving him the same thing, that elves could not handle such crimes and Legolas would fade.

That was something Thranduil would not accept. He Aragorn and Gimili seemed to be the only ones who thought Legolas would recover.

The three sat in Legolas's bed chamber which seemed to be the pattern that had emerged over the past two weeks. They would get Legolas up attempt to draw him into eating something, one of them would take him on a walk of some sorts and they would try in vain to get him to speak, but as had been seen all their efforts seemed to be in vain.

"I may not be able to stay much longer." Aragorn spoke from the chair at the far side of the room. "Legolas is my dear friend and he means the world to me but I can not leave my kingdom for too much longer."

Thranduil simply nodded in response before turning to Gimili "Will you to be leaving Master dwarf?"

"No if it is alright with you I will stay a while longer, I have no obligations I must attend to."

The relationship that was forming between Thranduil and Gimili was an interesting thing, they both had a mutual distrust of the others race but at the same time they had a mutual care for Legolas, which for the time being seemed to out way the mutual distrust.

The room had once again lapsed in to silence, once again. Only a couple minutes passed before Legolas stood.

"Legolas what wrong?" Thranduil asked

"I-I" Legolas took a deep breath his voice was so weak after not using it for weeks. "I am g-going for a walk, I just need s-some time alone... please."

"Are you sure your alright to go alone Legolas?" Gimili asked, none of them were keen on the idea of Legolas leaving to be on his own but Legolas was finally talking and that was something that they didn't want to stop.

"Y-Yes I'm sure, please just a little while" Legolas said looking at the floor, he just needed a moment alone to think, he knew that their intentions were good, but he hadn't been able to get any time alone so he could think.

"Have a good walk." Thranduil said with a smile that showed hints of the worry he was feeling over letting Legolas go, but he knew he couldn't be with Legolas all the time.

With that Legolas left, walking out of the door through the winding hallways of the palace and out the back where he could be among the trees, a place were he could be at peace.

Legolas began his slow walk through the trees, breathing in deeply the fresh air. He didn't know what was happening to him ever since that night nothing had been the same. He couldn't sleep for his dreams were plagued by the visions of that night, of the blank faces of his comrades drenched in the blood of cold death. But when he was awake it was no better, he heard voices cold drawn out voices, whispering to him that he was weak. That he was a failure, and that he had caused the deaths of the soldiers on his patrol. He felt as if he was losing his mind, nothing he did made the voices dissipate.

Run Little Elf Run! The voice sounded through his head, the words piercing his through his head like a sharp blade. Legolas clamped his hand over his ears wishing for the voice to stop.

Your weak Elf your weak, look were your immortality has gotten you, what good is living forever if you suffer through everything, you will destroy the ones you love, you will pull them down with you... Fight me if you can Elf fight me while you can, your time is limited just like mine!

"Stop!" Legolas screamed "Stop just stop!" Tears flowed down his pale face, as the voices kept going Worthless Elf, Not worth the life you have, Run! Run!

Legolas was barley aware as arms closed around him, holding him close, he continued to cry for the voices to stop. For the pain to stop, he grew more frantic his breaths coming out in short gasps, his vision growing blurry. He could hear the person holding him calling his name, but he could not respond the voices continued the tormenting sounds and mocking tones and nothing would make them stop.

Thranduil was at a loss as he held his frantic child, it seemed nothing he did was working, Legolas just kept slipping farther away. Thranduil had been watching Legolas from the window just in case and it was a good thing because this had happen, these 'fits' as the healer called them kept getting worse and they had become more and more often. Thranduil knew that he needed help more then the healers of Mirkwood could offer him.

After about an hour of Legolas's 'fit' he finally went limp in his fathers arms, sleep over taking him. Carrying his song bridal style to his room and laying him gently in his bed, he thought of what he must do. Thranduil was stubborn and asking for help was not his strong suit, he was proud and liked to solve his own problems especially when it came to his family. But Thranduil could not deny that Legolas was getting worse not better and he needed help. As Legolas lay motionless on his bed, Thranduil looked at his sons face one last moment before making up his mind, he would write to Lord Elrond(3)of Rivendale and ask for his help, he was the best healer in middle earth and if he couldn't help him save his son no one could.

1) I am using lake town because it is close to mirkwood relatively.

2) There is no mention of what happened after Bard became the Master of Lake town except that he took over it and it got better, but for the purposes of this story I am going to have it go back to a kind of backwater town after he died, which would have been like 20 years before this story timeline happened.

3) I know that Elrond should technically have gone over the sea already but again for the purposes of this story I am going to have him still be in Rivendale.

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