Chapter 10
By: Banana Nut Muffin
I don't own them or anything.
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Thranduil raced back to the palace on foot with Elrond close behind. When they finally reached the palace, they threw open the doors and raced up to Legolas's room.
Galadriel and Frayja were desperately trying to bring down his temperature. It was higher than it was before. They were becoming increasingly frightened for his life. His face was extremely pale, a sign of near death. When Thranduil reached the room, he threw himself onto his knees beside his son's bed. "Legolas!" he cried. Galadriel looked at him with sad eyes.
"I'm sorry Thranduil, but we've tried that. Nothing will wake him." She said.
"Can't you get into his dreams?" Thranduil asked. Galadriel shook her head.
"Neither Elrond nor I have the power to get into his dreams without someone else already there. Zion was very powerful in that he could get into anyone's dreams in an instant." She told him. Elrond placed a hand on Thranduil's shoulder.
"So he is going to die then?" He asked, his voice breaking. No one answered.
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Every day that passed, Legolas got worse and worse. Thranduil was a complete wreak. No one in all the Kingdom had ever seen him like this before, and hoped they would never see him like that again. He sulked around the palace all day when Galadriel, Elrond and Frayja kicked him out of Legolas's room. Tyra stayed with Thranduil most of the time, trying to make him feel better, but all attempts at that failed.
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A week had now passed, and Legolas's eyes remained shut, but he was not dead. He was skinny, and they were able to see his ribs. His face was sunken, and every detail of his face seemed to be etched out through the skin. Thranduil had informed the Mirkwood elves of his condition. All were sad, and there was a common trend of black through out the city. Black banners were hung on buildings, the elves wore black clothing, and black candles were burned in homes and on the streets. The Temple of the Valor was always crowded with elves mourning for their Prince, in hopes that the Valar will answer them and help him to get better. But through all their attempts, Legolas never improved.
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A rider in gray was on the back of a black horse, speeding across the plains. He had gotten a message sent from Elrond. There was something wrong with Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood. He would have to ride quickly in order to get there in enough time to save him.
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"Shh…" Elrohir whispered to his twin. They crept past Arwen's room, and got a few feet from it when they heard the door open. They turned and saw her standing there in travel clothes.
"I'm coming too." She whispered. The twins rolled their eyes and motioned for her to follow… quietly. When they were at last past Glorfindel's room, they ran to the stables, past the sleeping stable hands, mounted their horses, and sped out of Rivendell. Legolas was sick there was nothing that was going to stop them from being with him.
The next morning, Glorfindel awoke to lots of talking outside him room. He opened his door and a servant popped up in front of him.
"Sir, the twins and Arwen are gone." He said.
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Four riders, riding as fast as they could, trying to get to Mirkwood. All knew in their hearts that time was running out for Legolas. It took four days of riding for them to meet up with each other at the path that led to the Mirkwood gates.
"What are you three doing here?" Gandolf asked.
"Ada sent us a message telling us that Legolas was sick, and we wanted to be here for him." Elrohir told him. The other two nodded. Gandolf smiled.
"Legolas is lucky to have friends such as you." He said. They smiled back, and together they rode down the path to Mirkwood.
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"Ada…" Legolas said, but it was only in a dream. Thranduil looked up, hoping he was awake, but his heart broke when he found that Legolas was still in a deep sleep, sweat covering his face, and his breathing ragged. The other elves looked sadly at the father and son. Both suffered so much when Fea was taken away that they feared the worst if Legolas were to die.
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Midnight rolled around, and most of the elves had fallen asleep on the floor or in chairs in Legolas's room. Elrond was still awake however. There was a brisk knock on the door. He turned and opened it. "Gandolf??" He asked, surprised. Gandolf smiled and nodded, and went into the room, followed by the twins and Arwen. Elrond was even more surprised. "What are you three doing here?" He asked. They looked up at him.
"We wanted to be here with Legolas since he's sick." Arwen told him. The twins nodded. Elrond sighed.
"Where is Glorfindel?" He asked. None made a move to answer. "Children…"
"In Rivendell…" they said.
"I suppose you snuck out?" He asked. They nodded. Elrond shook his head.
"Leave them be for now, Elrond. We will need their help. Come, help me wake the others." Gandolf sad. Elrond looked at them, and his eyes told them that he wasn't through with them yet. The four woke the others, and all greeted Gandolf, thankful for his presence.
"Gandolf, can you save my son?" Thranduil asked.
"I'm going to try, Thranduil." He said. And with that, he sat down beside the bed, with everyone else standing around the bed, watching.
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This was a bad chapter. Sorry! I wasn't getting any ideas. Blah. I was gonna somehow tie in Sauron and Saruman into the story, but then I decided that would have been too much. Hehe. Review!
Peace Out~
Banana Nut Muffin