This book hardly has any action and there's a few funny points, but don't
worry! You'll get a eighteen truckloads and a picnic basket full of action
later on!
Chapter 7
Legolas's head felt incredibly heavy. He couldn't even list it nor his arms and legs. He tried to sit up using only his abdomen muscles, but the man hurried over and gently pressed him back against the mattress.
'Stay down.' The man said simply. Legolas grit his teeth as a flare of pain tore up his legs and arms. It soon faded and he was sweating although he felt cold all over.
'What happened?' he said is a harsh raspy voice. He wanted to cough it out, but knew that the pain would be immeasurable.
'Me and my son found you at the edge of a pond in the forest, barely alive. Your horse was the only thing keeping you breathing. Lying next to you like that, it was somewhat touching. Anyway, my wife and I carried you to our home at the edge of the forest in our cart and have been taking care of you for the past four days and three nights. We thought you were gone for good, you had quite an intense fever that kept us on our toes. Not to mention the horrible fever-dreams you had about someone and their baby burning to death.' Legolas stared at the ceiling. He didn't remember that. 'Fortunately, there was no permanent harm done. You ought to thank your lucky stars m'boy.'
'Where's my horse? And my things?' the man nodded.
'All your belongings are in the living room, dry and safe. Your horse has been housed in our stables, but the poor thing stopped eating yesterday. Worrying about you I figure. I'm sure he'll be okay soon.' Legolas found himself breathing hard as another unexpected flare of pain coursed through his body.
'C-could I get another blanket please?' he shivered with a crack in his voice. The man nodded and laid another thick blanket over him. The man continued talking, but Legolas couldn't hear him. His heart started pounding a mile a minute and pulsed in his ears. His chest tightened and he shut his eyes tightly. He started trembling uncontrollably, shaking the bed and shocking the man. He called for the elf, but got no response.
'What's happening?' cried his wife as she came in. The man shrugged.
'I-I don't know! He just started shaking wildly while I was asking him his name!' he cried.
'You have to go.' She demanded as she began to take the blankets off. He stared at her in shock. 'Go! Make sure the kids don't come in!' the man nodded and headed out of the room as the final blanket was lifted off.
Legolas's chest was a bright red blotched with white. It was trembling so violently it was almost a blur. She touched his left breast to make sure his heart was still beating.
It was, but very weakly. She started breathing air in through his mouth. She had to get him under control somehow.
'Mommy! Mommy! What's going on?' she heard the scream of her little boy on the other side of the door but had to ignore it. She continued the supply of air.
Finally, after she was out of breath and growing weak from her efforts, the elf stopped shaking. He didn't open his eyes, but was breathing normally and had a heartbeat, yet it was still weak. Satisfied that he would be all right for the next few minutes, she went outside to her daughters and son who were next to weeping.
'He's very sick.' She told them. 'I don't want you in there until mommy says he'll be all right, okay?' she hugged her youngest, her son, gingerly.
'Is he going to die?' asked her oldest daughter. She couldn't find any words to comfort her child, so she hugged her as well.
'You should all get to bed.' She said to them. 'I'll watch over him in the night and make sure he'll be comfortable.' The children nodded and headed off to bed.
The woman locked eyes with her husband. The embraced each other tightly and wept.
'I don't want to see another die, Redd.' She whimpered in his blonde hair.
'He won't die.' Replied the man. 'We can save him. It's not too late.'
'But... I don't know if I can.' The man finally pulled out of the embrace and looked at her.
'Fallon, I believe you can.' He whispered. After a moment, she nodded.
'Okay.' She said, and they both headed into the room together.
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Sorry for the terribly short chapter, guys! Oh, what's that? A cliffhanger? Nah! It can't be!
Anyway, I also want to tell you that I may need some songs for future chapters, so tell me what songs you want to hear and the artist and I might be able to fit them into the story.
Chapter 7
Legolas's head felt incredibly heavy. He couldn't even list it nor his arms and legs. He tried to sit up using only his abdomen muscles, but the man hurried over and gently pressed him back against the mattress.
'Stay down.' The man said simply. Legolas grit his teeth as a flare of pain tore up his legs and arms. It soon faded and he was sweating although he felt cold all over.
'What happened?' he said is a harsh raspy voice. He wanted to cough it out, but knew that the pain would be immeasurable.
'Me and my son found you at the edge of a pond in the forest, barely alive. Your horse was the only thing keeping you breathing. Lying next to you like that, it was somewhat touching. Anyway, my wife and I carried you to our home at the edge of the forest in our cart and have been taking care of you for the past four days and three nights. We thought you were gone for good, you had quite an intense fever that kept us on our toes. Not to mention the horrible fever-dreams you had about someone and their baby burning to death.' Legolas stared at the ceiling. He didn't remember that. 'Fortunately, there was no permanent harm done. You ought to thank your lucky stars m'boy.'
'Where's my horse? And my things?' the man nodded.
'All your belongings are in the living room, dry and safe. Your horse has been housed in our stables, but the poor thing stopped eating yesterday. Worrying about you I figure. I'm sure he'll be okay soon.' Legolas found himself breathing hard as another unexpected flare of pain coursed through his body.
'C-could I get another blanket please?' he shivered with a crack in his voice. The man nodded and laid another thick blanket over him. The man continued talking, but Legolas couldn't hear him. His heart started pounding a mile a minute and pulsed in his ears. His chest tightened and he shut his eyes tightly. He started trembling uncontrollably, shaking the bed and shocking the man. He called for the elf, but got no response.
'What's happening?' cried his wife as she came in. The man shrugged.
'I-I don't know! He just started shaking wildly while I was asking him his name!' he cried.
'You have to go.' She demanded as she began to take the blankets off. He stared at her in shock. 'Go! Make sure the kids don't come in!' the man nodded and headed out of the room as the final blanket was lifted off.
Legolas's chest was a bright red blotched with white. It was trembling so violently it was almost a blur. She touched his left breast to make sure his heart was still beating.
It was, but very weakly. She started breathing air in through his mouth. She had to get him under control somehow.
'Mommy! Mommy! What's going on?' she heard the scream of her little boy on the other side of the door but had to ignore it. She continued the supply of air.
Finally, after she was out of breath and growing weak from her efforts, the elf stopped shaking. He didn't open his eyes, but was breathing normally and had a heartbeat, yet it was still weak. Satisfied that he would be all right for the next few minutes, she went outside to her daughters and son who were next to weeping.
'He's very sick.' She told them. 'I don't want you in there until mommy says he'll be all right, okay?' she hugged her youngest, her son, gingerly.
'Is he going to die?' asked her oldest daughter. She couldn't find any words to comfort her child, so she hugged her as well.
'You should all get to bed.' She said to them. 'I'll watch over him in the night and make sure he'll be comfortable.' The children nodded and headed off to bed.
The woman locked eyes with her husband. The embraced each other tightly and wept.
'I don't want to see another die, Redd.' She whimpered in his blonde hair.
'He won't die.' Replied the man. 'We can save him. It's not too late.'
'But... I don't know if I can.' The man finally pulled out of the embrace and looked at her.
'Fallon, I believe you can.' He whispered. After a moment, she nodded.
'Okay.' She said, and they both headed into the room together.
.
Sorry for the terribly short chapter, guys! Oh, what's that? A cliffhanger? Nah! It can't be!
Anyway, I also want to tell you that I may need some songs for future chapters, so tell me what songs you want to hear and the artist and I might be able to fit them into the story.
