Drinking Games are Fun until Someone Gets Hurt.
Summary: Remember the Drinking Game scene in the extended version of Return of the King? This is my fan-fic of what happened after Legolas won the drinking game.
A/N: If some of my reader wondered what happened to my Fading Hope story I took it off because I kept struggling with coming up how to do the last chapters and couldn't think of anything. I apologize to those who liked the story and I hope that I don't loose any of my readers. I sincerely hope that this story makes up for all the disappointment I may have caused. Again I apologize and hope that you can forgive me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or its characters. If I did, none of them would be the same, MAWWAHA!
Chapter One: Where is Legolas?
Among the halls of Ederos, the walls were echoing with the sounds of laughter and mirth. The Fellowship and the men of King Théoden were celebrating their victory at Helm's Deep. It had been a costly victory, with many lives lost, but it was a victory none the less. But now it was time for them to put all their pain and sorrow behind them for awhile and celebrate, for they knew that someday soon they would have to take up the sword and bow again to go out into battle, and die for their king.
Eomer hear raucous laughter coming from one table and went to check it out. He saw that Gimli the dwarf, and Legolas the elf were about to start a drinking game, but by the amount of mugs that were piled in front of the dwarf he looked he was already ahead of the elf.
Legolas gave the dwarf a confused look, "So this is a drinking game?" he asked, looking like he had no idea in the world what to do.
Eomer rolled his eyes, irritated that he had to explain the rules to an elf who should have known all ready.
"Yes, there will be no pauses. And the last person standing wins."
"And no regurgitation." Said Gimli laughing, his eyes growing wide in anticipation of thinking that he would beat the elf fair and square. With great glee he picked up another mug of ale and drank like there was no tomorrow. Legolas on the other hand picked up his mug of ale like it was going to bite him. He slowly put it up to his lips, hesitant of letting the brew go past his lips.
Eomer looked at the elf strangely. If he hadn't known better he would have thought buy the look the young elf had on his face that he was going to be sick already, and he hadn't drank anything yet. Gimli on the other hand had a big pile of mugs before him and was still going strong.
Legolas determined that he was not going to let the dwarf win, took a deep breath and took a drink. He almost gagged, Valar, he thought, that stuff burns your throat. But after awhile he finally finished his first mug. After that he decided that from now own he would drink more slowly, for, he thought to himself, slow and steady wins the race. Or in this case a drinking game.
Eomer and the other spectators that had gathered around to watch held their breath in anticipation, for by the looks of things the dwarf Gimli was going to win. Suddenly Legolas stopped and a strange expression came across his face.
"My fingers feel all tingly," he said with quiet alarm, "I think it is affecting me." Gimli laughed, thinking that he had won the game. He jubilantly tossed another mug onto his ever growing pile of mugs.
"Then it is true, the elf can't hold his liquor." He took another mug of ale and drank it down wildly. He belched then said with giddy delight, "Dwarven men like swimming with hairy women." Then without warning, Gimli passed out.
Eomer and the other cheered the winner and with a smug look of victory Legolas said "Game over." After receiving much pats on the back and words of praise from the spectators Legolas helped the dwarf up. The dwarf gave him a look of pure embarrassment.
"Never did I think I would get beaten in a drinking game by an elf. Well met, my friend well met." He then left to see what Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship were doing. Legolas on the other hand was desperate to get outside. The air inside was stifling and second of all he was starting to get a slight headache. He was about to go through the door when someone stopped him by putting his hand on his shoulder. It was Eomer.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on winning the drinking game. You were great."
"Thank you, now if you'll pardon me I must go outside, for I need some fresh air."
"No problem, what should I tell Aragorn if he asks me where you are?"
"I will meet him when I am properly refreshed."
"Very well then," said Eomer, "I shall take my leave from you." And with a respectful nod of his head he left. Legolas sighed a sigh of relief and went outside, eagerly anticipating the feeling of cool and refreshing air upon his face.
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A few hours later a worried Aragorn was looking for his friend Legolas. He had just finished having a conversation with the wizard Gandalf and now wanted to talk to his friend, but he could not find him anywhere. He became worried, had something happened to Legolas that no one told him about? He then ran into Eomer. The warrior noticed the concerned look on the ranger's face.
"What is it Aragorn?"
"Have you seen Legolas?" Eomer paused for a moment, trying to remember where the elf went.
"I remember, he said he wanted to go outside to get some fresh air. He then said he would meet you when he was done. But that was two hours ago."
"That's what has me worried." Said Aragorn.
"If it would put your heart at ease my friend, I'll go check on him."
"Yes, it would put my heart at ease." Eomer nodded and went outside, hoping to see any sign of the elf. At first he saw nothing and was about to call his name when he saw a hooded figure sitting hunched over on a bench. He fist mistook the figure for one of his men until he saw a glint of golden hair beneath the hood: he knew it to be Legolas.
The elf was rocking back and forth, like he was in great pain. And could it be? Yes it sounded like the elf was crying. Greatly distressed Eomer went over to the elf, hoping to find out what was wrong with him.
"Legolas?" he asked with great concern. But the elf did not say a word; he just continued to rock back and forth gently and cry. The warrior knelt to get at an eye level with the elf. What he saw worried him greatly. The elf eyes were glazed with fever, sweat was pouring down his face. Every now and then he would groan in pain, as his face contorted in agony.
"Legolas, please my friend. Tell me what is wrong." Suddenly the elf began to vomit. Eomer quickly brushed back some of the elf hair, then waited until he was done. Whatever was ailing the elf he was dreadfully sick.
It was at this time that his sister Eowyn entered the scene. When she saw Legolas getting sick she panicked.
"Eowyn!" Eomer cried out. "Go get Aragorn." Without hesitation she ran to fetch Aragorn. When the ranger saw the look of fear and concern on her face he knew something was wrong.
"Aragorn, Eomer needs you immediately. He is outside with Legolas." Aragorn's face paled, knowing full well that something happened to his elven friend. By the time he came outside Legolas was getting sick again. He immediately went to his friend's side and rubbed his back in smooth circles, comforting him. After it was over he looked to Eomer.
"What happened?"
"I do not know. He seemed fine after he and Gimli had a drinking game. I found him…" Aragorn stopped him.
"They were having a drinking game? How much did he drink?"
"I don't remember. But I am certain Gimli had a lot more than he did." The elf groaned again, his body shacking from the chills that overtook his body. The ranger slowly pulled the elf's hood down, surprised to sweat drenched hair clinging to his face.
"He has a fever. Oh how could have been so foolish, I should have told Gimli. He doesn't even know."
"Doesn't know what Aragorn?" The ranger sighed before answering.
"An elf is not accustomed to human ale. To us it does us no harm, but to an elf…" he stopped, letting out a haggard breath. "It is poison to an elf." Eomer let out a gasp of fear.
"Can it kill him?"
"It all depends on how much he drank. Please try to remember on how many he drank." Eomer thought hard, his brow furrowed with concentration.
"Eight. He had drunk eight mugs of ale."
"Oh Valar, that is not what I wanted to hear." Said Aragorn. No wonder the elf is feeling miserable, he thought. Suddenly the said elf started to get sick again, this time more violently than before. When it was over he groaned again as another wave of pain washed over him. Aragorn rubbed his back again, hoping to comfort his sick friend.
"We need to take you to the healing wards. Can you walk my friend?" Legolas slowly nodded and then tried not to gasp as the world started to spin around him. With the help of Aragorn and Eomer he slowly got up.
They had only gotten a little far when suddenly the elf shuddered violently. Thinking that the elf was going to be sick again Aragorn stopped. Fourtunely they did for suddenly the elf went limp, and much to the two men's concern, he fell limply into Aragorn's arms.
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