Title: What days we see

Author: So Yun

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Chapter: 6/7

Rating: K+

Summary: Can one heart breaking tragic disaster tear the Thranduillion family apart? Will Legolas ever survive it and wake up? Will Thranduil learn a lesson in loving again?

Legolas stood on the balcony, and watched as his brothers rode out of the palace. But he soon saw that they had halted and Melrue got off his horse and began running back to the palace.

Legolas watched as he ran up the steps and he then disappeared. Legolas waited patiently and suddenly the balcony door opened.

Before he could say anything Melrue rushed at him and embraced him hard, tears were trickling down his cheeks,

"Oh brother, I cannot bear to leave you again……but I must and I want you to take care of yourself ok?" Melrue said and held Legolas's shoulders. Legolas was petrified and couldn't answer; he looked into air and vaguely managed to nod,

"Please you mustn't talk to me, the King…."

"The king is your father" Interrupted Melrue, he turned down to his other brothers and father.

"Melrue get down here, I forbade you to talk to that healer, and we shall be late!" Shouted Thranduil, finding it a threat that Melrue was talking to Legolas. Melrue raised his younger brother's chin up and searched his eyes.

"Please Legolas….." But Legolas shook his head and walked away, Melrue continued to cry in lament then slowly returned down to the gates where his brothers and father awaited.

Weeks sifted by and often Legolas felt himself sliding down against the wall and crying in grief.

As he fingered his hair, his braids gone and he often longed to go to the barracks.

He did his daily duties and picked herbs for the healing lotions and practised bandaging.

Then he thought how he desired to be at the Lorien games and how he could have competed and won. But that hope was gone and he still had a whole week without any one there, not even his loyal brothers.

So he slid further into the darkness that ate him and this time there was no life line to grab onto if needed.

Galder strung another arrow, and he glanced at his brothers and father in the grandstand. His brothers smiled broadly and his father nodded, he shot and got bullseye straight away and turned back to them.

But his smile slid off his face as he saw a messenger bearing the Mirkwood crest talking seriously to his father. He dropped his bow and ran to the grandstand and said,

"Ada what is it!" His father turned to him and handed him the letter grimly and his brothers had already ran to the stables, preparing to leave.

King Thranduil,

We fear your son is lost, not into the wilderness of the forest. But lost to the world, he has not eaten for days and he lies in his bed in the healing wards, never sleeping but never awakening. He never talks and we fear that as we look in his eyes, we see there is not light in them and he shivers constantly. We, we fear his light of eru has gone, please come as quick as possible otherwise it may be too late,

Yours faithfully,

Faelan

Head of Healer's ward

Galder dropped the letter and ran to the stables also, it may be too late……… He turned back swiftly to see if his father followed, but he did not and Galder kept running.

He rejoined his brothers as they rode out of Lothlorien and this time he did not have the time or will to look back.

By the time they reached Mirkwood, dread filled the air and they ran to the palace. They all burst into the healing wards and knelt beside him.

His eyes, empty pools of silver, his skin as cold as the breeze from the north wind current.

They clutched his hands and caressed his face, anything to bring him back.

Air still filled his lungs and ice blood ran idly through his veins.

Legolas Thranduillion, was nearly no more……

The End.

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Alternate ending under revision.