"Legolas, I want you to know that you can trust me with your body. I want you to know I will always respect your privacy. I would never touch you in any personal way. I know Lord Katar touched you. I know it hurt and felt good at the same time. I know you were alone and confused and afraid. But just because someone else touched you does not mean I hate you. I love you, Legolas, and that will never change."

Legolas took a deep breath to calm himself. He stopped shuddering as Thranduil rubbed his back. "H-how did you find out?"

"Harune told me. He thought I should know."

Legolas looked up at his father. "I-I am sorry. I should have told you. But I was afraid—" Tears filled his confused blue eyes.

Thranduil pressed Legolas's head to his chest. "I know. I know. You see, my father yelled at me a lot. I was given to Harune was I was born because my father did not want to bother looking after me. He yelled at me a lot, trying to explain that he was my father, and Harune was just the hired help. I know the pain and confusion that comes when someone you love and trust is hurting you emotionally. I know the fear. At your age, I did not know how to sort myself out either. I did not have my father to turn to and I was to frightened to turn to Harune for help. But you have me. You will always have me."

"Yes, ada," Legolas said. He snuggled against Thranduil for warmth. "I love you, adar. If I ever have to talk about it, can I come to you?"

"Yes. If you ever have to talk about anything, you can come to me."

Legolas smiled shakily. He knew Thranduil loved him and he wanted so badly to believe everything Thranduil said but he had been lied to many times. He knew it was going to be hard to learn to trust and love again after what Lord Katar had done to him. He and Thranduil climbed into bed and snuggled up together.