The banquet hall of Rivendell was filled with the boisterous sound of
talk and laughter. However, the joyous chatter did not make it to the ears
of the flaxen-haired elf sitting towards the end of the table.
"Legolas?" Elrohir waved his hand in front of his friend's face.
"Mani what?" Legolas slowly focused his deep blue eyes on the dark-haired elf beside him.
"The festival, I was asking how you enjoyed the fall festival," Elrohir looked at his long time friend with concern.
"Oh, yes, yes," Legolas answered absentmindedly before sinking back into his own thoughts. All the sounds of the hall were drowned out as Legolas stared blankly across the table at the Eveningstar of the elves. She leaned her head back against Aragorn's shoulder and whispered something to which he laughed at.
Legolas felt a now-familiar pain strike his heart, and felt all energy drain out of his body. He shook his head and rose from the table. The elf felt his knees buckle from under him and Elrohir stood up just in time to catch him; he looked at Legolas with extreme apprehension.
"Mani naa tanya What is it?" Elrohir questioned.
"Kai nothing," Legolas shook his head, and ran out of the hall, leaving Elrohir dumbfounded.
* * *
Legolas stumbled into his quarters and his thin form collapsed onto the bed. His body trembled and his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling above him. No sleep managed to find him all night.
* * *
Elrohir cautiously knocked on the door to Legolas's room. No answer came. The elf knocked once more, harder this time; still no answer. He slowly opened the door, careful not to drop the plate food he carried.
He found Legolas lying on his bed, still wearing the formal robes he donned last night. Legolas's eyes focused on the ceiling above him, and Elrohir couldn't quite tell whether he was awake or not. The Prince of Imladris walked over to the nightstand and set the plate down.
"Legolas?" He whispered softly.
All of a sudden, the blond head snapped around and turned to focus on Elrohir, "Uma yes?"
"I brought you some breakfast, you hardly ate at all last night," Elrohir answered, gesturing to the plate on top of the nightstand.
"I'm not hungry," Legolas shook his head.
"Neither were you yesterday, and the day before, and the one before that." Elrohir looked at Legolas sternly, "You could hardly blame me for worrying about you."
The door to the room swung open and another elf walked in.
"Lord Elrond!" Legolas sat up in his bed.
"Atar father," Elrohir greeted the Lord of Rivendell.
"Legolas," Elrond began, "Elrohir told me that you didn't seem well, and suggested that I come and see you."
Legolas groaned, "I'm fine! Elrohir worries too much. I-"
"Nevertheless," Elrond cut him off, "I think it would be better if you would just let me reassure Elrohir and myself." Elrond made his way to Legolas's bed, frowning as he noticed that the elf looked paler then when he first arrived and dark rings had begun to form around his eyes.
Elrond placed his hand on top of Legolas's head, pulling back in shock as he discovered its icy temperature.
"Legolas-" The elven lord began.
"I'm fine!" Legolas persisted, "I just need some rest, which would be much easier if 'some people' kept from disturbing me." Legolas seemed shocked himself at the words he just uttered to the King of Imladris.
Elrond nodded, "Then get some rest, and we shall see if your condition improves tomorrow morning." He gestured to Elrohir and they left the room.
* * *
"Father," Elrohir began once the door closed behind them, "doesn't something seem wrong?"
"He was cold." Elrond muttered, "Cold."
"Cold?" Elrohir asked, "What do you mean?"
"Icy, his skin was cold." Elrond muttered.
"But. Elves don't get sick!" Elrohir cried.
"Perhaps." Elrond mumbled and then dashed into his study.
"Legolas?" Elrohir waved his hand in front of his friend's face.
"Mani what?" Legolas slowly focused his deep blue eyes on the dark-haired elf beside him.
"The festival, I was asking how you enjoyed the fall festival," Elrohir looked at his long time friend with concern.
"Oh, yes, yes," Legolas answered absentmindedly before sinking back into his own thoughts. All the sounds of the hall were drowned out as Legolas stared blankly across the table at the Eveningstar of the elves. She leaned her head back against Aragorn's shoulder and whispered something to which he laughed at.
Legolas felt a now-familiar pain strike his heart, and felt all energy drain out of his body. He shook his head and rose from the table. The elf felt his knees buckle from under him and Elrohir stood up just in time to catch him; he looked at Legolas with extreme apprehension.
"Mani naa tanya What is it?" Elrohir questioned.
"Kai nothing," Legolas shook his head, and ran out of the hall, leaving Elrohir dumbfounded.
* * *
Legolas stumbled into his quarters and his thin form collapsed onto the bed. His body trembled and his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling above him. No sleep managed to find him all night.
* * *
Elrohir cautiously knocked on the door to Legolas's room. No answer came. The elf knocked once more, harder this time; still no answer. He slowly opened the door, careful not to drop the plate food he carried.
He found Legolas lying on his bed, still wearing the formal robes he donned last night. Legolas's eyes focused on the ceiling above him, and Elrohir couldn't quite tell whether he was awake or not. The Prince of Imladris walked over to the nightstand and set the plate down.
"Legolas?" He whispered softly.
All of a sudden, the blond head snapped around and turned to focus on Elrohir, "Uma yes?"
"I brought you some breakfast, you hardly ate at all last night," Elrohir answered, gesturing to the plate on top of the nightstand.
"I'm not hungry," Legolas shook his head.
"Neither were you yesterday, and the day before, and the one before that." Elrohir looked at Legolas sternly, "You could hardly blame me for worrying about you."
The door to the room swung open and another elf walked in.
"Lord Elrond!" Legolas sat up in his bed.
"Atar father," Elrohir greeted the Lord of Rivendell.
"Legolas," Elrond began, "Elrohir told me that you didn't seem well, and suggested that I come and see you."
Legolas groaned, "I'm fine! Elrohir worries too much. I-"
"Nevertheless," Elrond cut him off, "I think it would be better if you would just let me reassure Elrohir and myself." Elrond made his way to Legolas's bed, frowning as he noticed that the elf looked paler then when he first arrived and dark rings had begun to form around his eyes.
Elrond placed his hand on top of Legolas's head, pulling back in shock as he discovered its icy temperature.
"Legolas-" The elven lord began.
"I'm fine!" Legolas persisted, "I just need some rest, which would be much easier if 'some people' kept from disturbing me." Legolas seemed shocked himself at the words he just uttered to the King of Imladris.
Elrond nodded, "Then get some rest, and we shall see if your condition improves tomorrow morning." He gestured to Elrohir and they left the room.
* * *
"Father," Elrohir began once the door closed behind them, "doesn't something seem wrong?"
"He was cold." Elrond muttered, "Cold."
"Cold?" Elrohir asked, "What do you mean?"
"Icy, his skin was cold." Elrond muttered.
"But. Elves don't get sick!" Elrohir cried.
"Perhaps." Elrond mumbled and then dashed into his study.