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Chapter 10He felt awful. This was the first feeling of awareness he had. The soft thing he found himself to be lying on did not stay still but instead kept rocking from side to side as if he was on a ship. Legolas was indeed now feeling the effects of the poison.
He struggled to open his eyes. As he became more aware, he realised there were voices above him. They were soft and familiar…this made him redouble the effort of regaining full consciousness. After a minute, one of the voices changed pitch and whispered:
"Thranduil, he is regaining his consciousness." A hand touched Legolas on the arm, and another touched him on the shoulder. With the added stimulants the touches brought him, his eyes cracked open and looked up at, again, the ceiling of his room. I seem to be seeing a lot of this bedroom of late, he thought wryly, moaning slightly as another set of wave of what he now realised was nausea swept over him.
"Legolas, I am going to just give you a tea, ion-nin. It will calm your stomach." His father's voice, Legolas realised. He smiled up at his Ada, certain now that he would be all right. If neither Ada nor Elrond could fix things, nobody could.
A cup was pressed to his lips, and he turned away at the smell of the drink. It was not particularly harsh in odour, yet his stomach turned in semi circles at the smell of it.
"Soga, Legolas." His father's soothing voice washed over him and he obediently opened his mouth to take a sip. When the slightly chilled liquid washed down the back of his throat, something inside of him felt like it was manipulated. As soon as it hit his stomach, Legolas coughed and brought it all back up again. The tea mixed with the bile from his stomach made him dry heave again, and moisture came to his eyes.
He felt arms rolling him to his side and wiping his face of what he had thrown up. A cool damp cloth was applied to his head, and he raised his forehead unconsciously to the cool and wet.
"Shh…it's all right." A different voice spoke up, and Legolas realised it was Estel. "Just breathe deeply, Legolas, it will pass." He smiled slightly at this…Estel would make an excellent healer. Soon, his breathing began to even out and he was able to look at a room where the roof designs did not spin interestingly around every minute.
"What happened?" Legolas realised his voice sounded croaky. Clearing his throat, he looked on his left side and found Thranduil sitting there He looked around the room and observed Estel, Thranduil and Elrohir there.
"You collapsed, Legolas. Right after you embraced and greeted me." Thranduil gently reminded Legolas. "It appears the poison has had its affects now."
"Yes, it appears so." Elrohir stated, smiling gently at his friend. "Um…Elladan? We need to, er…go help Ada." His twin looked at him.
"We do?" He yelped as his brother lightly pinched his back, and catching on, he followed an apologetically grinning Elrohir out of the room.
Thranduil sighed once the door was lightly closed and scooted over closer to Legolas, and took his son's hand in his own.
"It will be all right, ion-nin." He smiled and stroked Legolas' hair with his other hand, running his hand up and down the soft locks much as Elrohir had been doing several days ago. Legolas relaxed back into the pillows, his breathing completely normal. Without warning, he pushed himself up and immediately felt the effects.
His head span, and the room whizzed out of control. The intricate designs once more danced in circles on the ceiling, and he flopped back onto the pillows, breathing erratically once more.
"Hush, tithen-pen," Thranduil soothed, sitting cross legged on the bed and lifting his son's head and shoulders so he leaned against him. "Do not move. It will pass."
Legolas' breathing again rightened itself and he smiled at his father. A small smile can take my very heart and wring it out…Thranduil reflected, gently embracing his precious elfling to his chest.
Meanwhile, at Mirkwood…Angrod sat at his desk, poring over a yearly planner. The scribbled in dates had little to no meaning to him – the planner had belonged to Thranduil. There was one date however that did catch his attention and he smiled slightly at it.
"Legolas' name day" was scribbled in theplanneraround the middle of winter. The ingestion of the poison had been so carefully planned to complete its course then. A time of festivities would be broken. If Thranduil refuses to lose Mirkwood, Angrod thought, a leering smile present on his face, then the time from now to then will be most difficult for the young prince…most difficult indeed…
Angrod dragged a piece of parchment towards him and dipped a quill in an intricately carved inkbottle. He wrote a message to Elrond, informing him of the effects of the poison. Dispatching it with a swift messenger bird, he leaned back. Sighing with contentment, he leaned back in his chair and grinned to himself. Now the fun really began.
I think I may have disappointed you lot with this chapter...is it just me or did it not work like I wanted it to? Please let me know if you liked/disliked, each critique is highly treasured. Thanks, you guys mean a lot to me.