Legolas's POV,
I had arrived in Rivendell the next day, two days before I was expected, and when Lord Elrond had seen the naga I was carrying, he and Glorfindel had immediately rushed it to the healing halls. That had been six days ago, and Elrond was getting worried. It still had yet to awaken. I was currently speaking with Estel, when I heard a sharp gasp from behind me. I turned to see Elladan at its bedside, staring pale-faced at the end of the blanket I had wrapped around it and as I followed his gaze, I paled as well, though for a different reason. The end of the naga's tail was visible. I quickly covered it back up. Elladan turned to me and whispered,
"Does Ada know that he's helping a naga?"
"No. And I plan to keep it that way until after it's fully recovered."
"What! Why?"
"I will explain it to everyone later. But, saes, do not tell anyone yet."
"All right, but your explanation had better be good."
Adelaide's POV,
I groaned as feeling returned to my body. My side was throbbing and it felt like I'd been stabbed. I opened my eyes, and gasped. Where was I? And what had happened? I wasn't anywhere near home, that was for sure. I gave myself a once-over, to see if that would trigger any memories. I was on a strange bed. There was a bandage wrapped around me, right where I assumed I was wounded. A blanket was wrapped around me as well, concealing my tail and hips. I tilted my head to the side and froze. There was a dark-haired elf sitting next to me. His eyes were open, but I could tell he was sleeping. I tried to get up, but a sudden jolt of pure, white-hot agony brought me back down, tearing a yelp from my lips. Immediately, he woke up.
"Ada! She's awake!" He yelled.
I didn't know much of the Elvish language, but every time someone around me had said the word 'ada,' it had always meant trouble. I tried to flee. And failed. Miserably. Not only did I end up on the floor, paralyzed by the searing pain, but I also felt like I'd torn something in my side. I grunted, blinking back tears and fighting to stay awake as I dragged myself towards the nearest exit as fast as I could. My lungs burned, and my breath came to me only in pained whimpers and short gasps. I didn't get far, however, before three more elves rushed over to me. Two of them picked me up, and put me back in the bed, one of them telling me that I would be alright, and to "calm down" and take "deep breaths." I tried to, but I couldn't. I was in too much pain to think. My instincts were taking over, and I found myself panicking within seconds, despite my rational mind telling me that I would be okay. The edges of my vision turned blurry and dark. I was nearly unconscious I was vaguely aware of three of the four elves holding me down, while the other held some kind of powder under my nose. Eventually it became easier to breathe, and I began to calm slightly. That was when I felt something warm and wet on my arm that I had pressed against my side. I brought my hand up in front of me. It was covered in a dark red liquid. Blood. This time, I actually did pass out.
I'm still trying to decide if Adelaide should be a boy or a girl. Any opinions?
