Title: To Heal His Pain.
Author: Arawathien
Author’s email: mirestelfea@hotmail.com
Pairings: Thranduil/Legolas
Rating: R
Summary: Thranduil is not himself and there is one that will try and gain him back 
through any means that he can.
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the characters, they belong to Tolkien. Not making money 
on this.
Warnings: Incest
Author's note: A muse that got out of hand. Not beta read so all mistakes are my own.

	It had been six months since she had left, six months of watching him going 
from a strong noble king of his people, once so sure in his rule, into a shade I hardly 
recognize. Others don’t see it but I can, I see it in the way he walks, in the way he moves 
and even speaks but then I was once one of his favorites before she betrayed us all. I hate 
her now for leaving me and for making him hate me, I was once his favorite and he 
would spend time with me praising my accomplishments in archery. Now he just looks at 
me as if he wished I would die or go away, so now I stay out of his sight, I hide from the 
one that I love most. I just wish I could help him, make him whole again.

	Legolas sighed softly as he shut his journal and stood up, putting it back into 
his secret spot beneath a floor stone that he had found as an elfling. He moved back over 
to his bed and sat, despair filling his soul as he wished that he could do something to fix 
what was wrong but he could find no solution to the growing problem. As every day 
passed he felt the rift between them grow wider and he wanted to fix it, to return to the 
days when it seemed the sun would never stop shinning in his life. A solitary tear fell 
down his face as he tried to think of something, anything that would stop the pain that his 
Adar felt and make him love his son again. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts 
and he sat up, calling out, “Yes.”

	A timid voice of the servant called out to him, “I am sorry to disturb you my 
Prince but your Adar is wondering why you are not at dinner.”

	How he would love to walk up to his Adar and tell him it is because of you, of 
the hate born in your eyes when you look upon me that I stay away from you. Instead he 
stood and pulled on his light blue tunic and walked to the door, opening it, “I will be 
down, I fell asleep from having just got back from patrols.”

	The servant nodded obediently but even Legolas knew that no one believed 
his excuses and the elf quickly made his way back to the hall as Legolas slowly walked to 
it. He didn’t want to go, he wanted to stay in his room till he knew his Adar was busy 
with daily dealings of the realm. Thranduil had taken to working late into the night with a 
bottle of wine, shutting himself in his study but none would comment on this. In fact 
most acted as if everything was still normal, that his mother hadn’t ran away and left 
them all behind. What she had done had surprised even him; he had thought that things 
were as they always had been, that she had not taken a lover. He sighed as he saw the 
dinning hall, his father sitting at the head and while his face showed nothing of what he 
was feeling, Legolas knew different. He saw it immediately in his eyes, heard it in his 
voice as he asked his son where he had been.

	Legolas sat down and looked to the plate in front of him as he said softly, 
“There was another attack by the spiders last night but we were able to drive them back 
and then a band of wargs attacked but we killed all of them. I guess I was more tired than 
what I had thought, Adar.”

	He could feel his eyes on him, feel the oppressive weight of that stare and 
finally looked up into cool blue eyes that seemed more like a lake frozen over in the 
winter than the summer skies they once had been. He could see that his father’s lips were 
pressed together in a thin line and his voice sent shivers up and down Legolas’s spine, 
“Why was I not told about this sooner?”

	Legolas shoved a piece of meat around with his utensil and spoke softly, “I 
was working on the report when I feel to sleep Adar, I am sorry I will not let it happen 
again.”

	“I trust that you will make sure that it doesn’t, while you might not be the one 
to take over the rule of Mirkwood but you must act as a ruler.” Thranduil snapped at him, 
his voice was not loud but then he had never really needed to shout to make one stop or 
listen to what he had to say. His gaze finally left Legolas and without realizing it he let 
out a breath he had been holding.

	Had he been asked to tell them what he had eaten, Legolas would have been 
at a loss and he was glad when his father finally stood, signifying that supper had 
finished. He waited until Thranduil had made his way back to his study, before he started 
to leave when he heard his brother speak, “This can not continue Legolas and you’re the 
only that can reach him.”

	He shook his head sending the golden hair to fly softly around his face, 
partially hiding it, “I might have once been able to but not now, now he hates me. I can 
tell it when he looks at me, when he talks to me.”

	A comforting hand touched his shoulder as his brother spoke, “No he doesn’t 
hate you Legolas, it is just that he is still hurting and you have always reminded him of 
her.”

	Legolas looked back over at his brother and tears filled his eyes, “What about 
us, what about me, do not we hurt from what she did? She betrayed us as well as him, do 
we not need comfort also?”

	“Yes but you know Adar, there has been a few things that he has been sure of 
and that she loved us, him was one of them. That has rudely taken from him and now he 
is hurting and it is always easier to hurt those that you love most. You must try and reach 
him, my brother or I fear that we will lose him forever.”

	“I know this but I can not see what I can do and I have tried, truly I have tried 
to come up with a way.” Legolas said softly, the pain he was feeling spilled through his 
voice.

	“I know you will find a way brother, you have always been the one to ease his 
pain.”

	Legolas watched as his brother walked off and looked down the hall that held 
his father study and his bedroom. How many times had he walked down that hall, how 
many times had he seen his mother sneak down that hall to distract her husband before 
the nightmare had started and then an idea began to form in his mind.

	The light in his eyes slowly returned as he looked around seeing that he was 
still in his room and gave a slight frown as he stretched. He had hoped to find the other 
still wrapped in his arms and his mind drifting back to the events that unfolded in his bed. 
A lazy smile played over his lips, as he could still feel the other beneath him, gasping, 
moaning, whimpering in the throes of passion, begging him for more but pleading for 
him to stop. Thranduil had thought for a moment that she had come back but when he had 
pulled the other into a tight hug he had known it wasn’t her. He could feel that the elf that 
clung tightly to him, when he had taken them into a kiss, was most defiantly not a she elf. 
He had not cared when to him the kisses were sweeter than ripe peaches. He would have 
stopped he supposed but when he had kissed along their neck, their body had arched 
deliciously into his and the tremors that ran down it had seemed to begged him for more.

	The king placed his hands behind his head as he thought of how those full 
lips, painted with pink had felt while they traveled down his body. How the elf had 
looked up so innocently when they tentively kissed the tip of his erection and he let out a 
moan. He felt himself growing hard again as hand slide down his body and took the semi 
erector member, stroking it. He could feel how the others mouth had tried to take most of 
him in and he could feel the delicious wet heat as the mouth slide up and down what it 
could of him. He had cried out and used restraint, not wanting to thrust up and drive 
himself to deep into other’s mouth, scaring them. It seemed to him that with each moan 
he gave the one who was with him grew bolder and he had not lasted as long as he would 
have liked but it was worth it as he felt that lovely mouth milk him for more, drinking 
him in. They had just lain there in his bed for several moments not saying anything or 
moving, until he lifted his gift up into his arms and rolled onto top of the elf. His tongue 
pushing deeply into the sweet mouth, exploring it, tasting the both of them mixed 
together and it didn’t take long for his need to grow.

	Thranduil’s hand moved slightly faster on himself as he remembered what it 
was is like to feel the other under him, their bodies sliding together. Hardness rubbing 
against hardness, a burning filling them both as they panted, touched, moaned and called 
to each other. He groaned as he moved it faster again as he remembered sliding into the 
other who seemed so impossible tight around him, he had realized that the one below him 
was untouched until that moment. He had made sure to be careful even though his body 
told him to move faster, to possess this one fully. Although it was not his nature to be 
gentle or slow in his lovemaking. He found that sliding in and out of his lover in such a 
slow pace was more exquisite than anything he had ever felt before in his long life. He 
angled his thrust and soon the one below him moved his hips impaling Thranduil deeper 
into him. Soon the two moved in perfect unison as if they had been made for each other, 
that they could sense what the other one wanted. He cried out as he neared his completion 
and he felt the tightness around him grab him tighter, convulsing around him and he spilt 
deep within the body. Much like the warmth he felt spill between to them Thranduil spilt 
over his hand.

	Sighing he allowed himself to sit there for a bit longer as he came down from 
the pleasure his memories and his hand had brought him. He finally got up and started his 
day, he was certain that he would know who it was that had come to him. He would thank 
the elf and ask for him to return, even though he knew that it was likely that the other 
wouldn’t. He finished pulling on his robe as he moved out of the door and down to the 
dinning hall. He looked around and smiled as he thought he had been right, when he 
noted who had not shown up.

	A knock came on his door and Legolas sat up calling softly, “Enter.”

	He was surprised to see his father with food and tried hard not to think what 
this meant. His blue eyes wide as Thranduil set the tray down and then seated himself on 
the bed, “I noticed that you had missed breakfast.”

	Legolas broke his gaze and tried to think of something to say, “I am sorry I 
didn’t feel up to breakfast is all, I hurt my ankle.”

	Thranduil could tell his son was lying and he leaned closer and took up his 
ankle, “I am sorry my son, I did not mean to hurt you.”

	Legolas felt his heart pounding faster and he looked down at his hands, 
pretending not to fully understand the implications of those words. He tried to gain back 
his ankle, “I know with mother’s betrayal you have not been yourself Adar, I never took 
your distance as anything but healing from the pain, though I did grieve for the time that 
was once spent in your company.”

	Thranduil finally let go of his ankle and lifted his chin, “So much so that you 
came to me as your mother, that you laid under me and allowed me to find comfort in 
your arms, in your body.”

	Legolas blushed deep red as he found he could not look away, he wanted to 
deny it but he couldn’t, “I am sorry, my father, truly I am. Please do not be mad at me 
Adar. I just wanted you back and I couldn’t think..”

	Thranduil leaned in and kissed him, gently as he pushed him down against his 
bed, his hand sliding down his son’s body, “I am not mad for you have saved me.”

	Legolas groaned against the kiss, his body arching up instinctively to his 
touch and he reached out, touching him, “I love you Adar.”

	Thranduil looked into his eyes before murmuring as he took him, “I love you 
ion.”