Guys, I'm sorry this is late. I had really bad writers block. I tried to get rid of it by starting a new story. Didn't really work though. But I think I've got the plot going again. At least, I do in my head.
Disclaimer: Chapter one
Estel sat down by the unconscious elf's bed.
Dorion took the black vial from the table. He looked at Thranduil and sighed. "My lord," he said quietly. "It may take a couple of days. I would suggest—"
"That I go back to my duties as Elvenking?"
Dorion shrugged. "Legolas is not going anywhere and I do not believe he will get any worse. At least, not for a while. As far as I know, it is not a fast acting poison. Elrohir and Elladan should return in but a few days with more of it for the antidote. I am sure young Estel will keep your son company."
Thranduil let out a deep sigh and stood. "I believe you are right, Dorion. Thank you for helping Legolas. I trust you will do all you can for him."
Estel watched the Elvenking leave. He looked at Dorion who returned his gaze. "I must be going to work on the antidote for Prince Legolas." Dorion said, putting a hand on the young boy's shoulder. "Servants are posted outside the door of the healing room. If Legolas wakes or you need anything, just tell them. Has Lord Elrond taught you healing yet?"
Estel nodded. "Ada has taught me a lot, but there is still much I do not know."
"Then I believe you will at least know how to administer a pain killer and sleeping draught. I shall leave you now."
Estel sank into the chair and looked over at the unconscious elf. Sun streamed through the open window, painting his pale face in light. His golden hair fanned out over the pillow like a halo. The Prince's torso was wrapped in white bandages that matched his painfully pale skin. A blanket was pulled up to his waist. His skin was hot to the touch, though the elf still shivered.
Estel stood and pulled a couple more blankets from a cupboard. He spread them over Legolas and pulled them to his neck. Estel found a small cloth and bowl. He filled it with cold water and dampened the cloth. He dabbed the elf's forehead, soaked it again, and laid the towel on his head.
He sat down again. He hoped the twins would be back soon.
Five long hours later, Elladan and Elrohir were back at the place where the orcs had last attacked. Their company following behind them. They rode slowly, watching the path for signs of Orc trails.
Elladan leaped from his horse and landed silently on the fallen leaves that coated the forest floor.
"'Dan, what are you doing?" Elrohir asked.
"We aren't getting anywhere on horseback. We have circled where they were numerous times and we still cannot find a single sign of the trail. This obviously requires much more attention."
Elladan probed the leaves with his sword as he moved around the clearing. He stopped suddenly at a dent in the leaves. A boot print. And more importantly, an Orc boot print.
He knelt beside the print, studying it carefully. The prints were leading towards the clearing, most likely when they were preparing to attack Legolas.
Behind the dark print there was another, followed by more. Elladan stood and faced his brother. "They came this way. So we should follow the tracks to wherever they came from."
Elrohir nodded. "You keep going on foot and lead us. We will follow on horseback. Should we be attacked, we will have the advantage of cavalry."
The company continued on in silence, following Elladan who was studying the prints intensely. Three and a half hours passed and the prints continued on until finally stopping at a rocky cliff.
Elrohir looked up at the rock, his keen Elven eyesight searching the cliff side for any sign of a cave or crevice the army of orcs could've possibly come from.
His blue eyes laid on a small opening, thirty feet above the ground. A narrow strip of rock led up to the dark hole.
"Elladan, look. There is a small path, but we will not be able to get the horses up. We will have to go on alone. There is a cave at the top of the trail, the orcs may have come from there."
Elladan nodded and turned to the company. "Leave your horses!" He yelled. "Tie them to trees. We will be continuing to the cave."
The company promptly dismounted and obeyed Elladan's orders. The group started up the narrow strip of rock. The elves had to press themselves against the side of the cliff to avoid falling.
A tall silver-haired elf stood next to Elrohir. "Are you sure this is safe, 'Ro?"
Elrohir sighed. "Lomion, I know of the perils, but I will do anything to save my friends' lives. And right now, I will risk my life to save Legolas."
The two inched slowly towards the cave. The path soon began to widen and each elf could stretch his legs again. The mouth of the cave opened before them. The company pulled their weapons.
Elrohir took a deep breath. They would soon all be cut off from precious sunlight. He stood tall and held his bow ready. The company stepped into the darkness of the unforgiving stone.
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Next chapter will be up soon!
(To readers who are bored and are looking for crappy writing to entertain them, read my new story "For Pain Makes Us Stronger".)