Legolas carefully opened the door. Thranduil was sitting in a chair by the fire, drinking wine.
"Do you know what Lord Elrond said to me earlier?" He calmly asked.
"Nno. Wwhat?" Asked Legolas, scared.
"He asked me why I didn't help you get down off the elk. He was doubting my parenting because of you." Thranduil said as he set his wineglass down.
"Because of you, I had to make up an excuse to why you are so worthless." Thranduil hissed. "Than he asked me why I wasn't worried about you when you ran off. You know what I do to people who make me look bad in front of powerful people?" Thranduil asked a little too sweetly.
"Nno Aada..." Legolas barely whispered.
"YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE SAID ABOUT CALLING ME THAT!" Thranduil roared, smacking Legolas hard enough to make him fall towards the fire.
"This is what I do to those who make me look like an imbecile. I make them regret ever causing me to look like a fool." Thranduil said as he kicked Legolas repeatedly in the chest. Every time Legolas was hit, he tried to back away, but with each move he began to crawl closer to the fire. Eventually he could feel the burning heat right up against his back and he knew he couldn't move back. He had to get away from this fire. Thranduil stopped suddenly and grinned. Grabbing the fire stoker he put it into the fire until he thought that it was hot enough.
"Take off your shirt, right now!" Thranduil ordered Legolas.
"Wwhy?" Legolas whispered.
"Because I told you to, you worthless brat!" Roared Thranduil. Doing as he was told and hoping to not get hurt again, Legolas ripped his shirt. Thranduil, smirking evilly, took the fire stocker and stuck it up against Legolas's chest. Legolas screamed in pain.
"Shut up right now before you alert everyone else!" Hissed Thranduil while smacking a hand over Legolas's mouth. Legolas sat there, silently crying as the burning pain spread across his chest and felt like fire dancing in his skin. When Thranduil felt bored with this, he took the stoker off Legolas's chest.
"Stay by the fire. Don't even think about getting in the bed. You don't deserve it, you waste of good space. Do you understand me?" Demanded Thranduil. Legolas only nodded knowing his father didn't want a verbal answer. "Good." Thranduil said smirking, as he left to go to bed.