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Lalorn woke, gradually adjusting to her surroundings. She was in Imladris.

Sun filtered through the window and she could hear birds singing. She looked down. Elrohir was asleep by her bed, kneeling, head in her lap, one hand resting on her knee and one trailing on the ground beside him.

She smiled softly. He must have been up all night.

"Meleth." She whispered. He woke with a start.

"Lalorn!"

She laughed softly. Elrohir looked at her seriously.

"How are you?"

Her smile died.

"I am weak, I can feel the poison sapping my strength."

"I am sorry."

Lalorn looked shocked.

"Whatever for?"

"It's my fault Lal, I should have been paying attention."

"Elrohir! How could you say such a thing! I risked my life for you!"

It was Elrohir's turn to look shocked.

"I-I, I didn't mean it that way. I am sorry."

"...Don't be. You can't blame yourself for this."

Elrohir sighed and boosted himself up to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I try not to meleth, I really do."

She smiled weakly at him.

"Elrohir, whatever happens-"

"Don't"

"Elrohir"

He looked back at her.

"I love you Elrohir."

"I love you too."

She faded into unconsciousness.

—/—/—

"She isn't doing well"

"I know ada, I spoke with her this morning, she was so weak."

"The poison is spreading."

"Is there anything you can do?"

"I've tried everything I can think of Elrohir, if she doesn't start recovering on her own…"

"I know adar, I know"

—/—/—

The wound still wasn't healing.

It had been a week and Lalorn was growing progressively worse.

She was awake almost constantly, a side effect if the poison, allowing her no rest.

Elrohir left her side only when his father forced him to, like now.

He was pacing restlessly through the rows of books in the library. The librarian was starting to get annoyed.

His thoughts were burdened with worry and not even Elladan could convince him to get out and do something.

Long hours ticked by and Elrohir was still pacing.

—/—/—

Elrond was looking over Lalorn. He had just banished Elrohir from the room,

He had been forced to practically drag him out.

He was examining Lalorn's side, which still wasn't closing like it should. The wound looked normal now however, as the poison had spread to other parts of her body.

He sighed. And continued to check her over. Suddenly he stopped. No. This couldn't happen.

"Someone! Go fetch Elrohir!"

I know, it's even shorter, but I just had to end the chapter there sorry!

See you soon!

Bookworm-soul