-1Here is the next chapter, before my trip as promised. Unfortunately, this chapter is short. Hope you enjoy it, I like reviews!

Translations:

Im gelir ceni ad lin - I am happy to see you again

Man mathach? - How do you feel?

Hebo estel - Have hope

Le melon - I love you

Namarie - Farewell

Ada - Father

Ion-nin - My son

Something's Wrong

Aragorn paced back and forth anxiously, rubbing his forehead with his hand. "Not good," he repeatedly muttered to himself. His theory that the wound to Legolas's shoulder was infected had been confirmed, for that morning Legolas woke with a startling high fever. Even though Aragorn insisted on being with him, the other healers refused to let him in. He finally sat on a nearby bench and stared at the ground. King Thranduil will be here by midday, how am I supposed to tell him Legolas is so ill? He sighed and put his head in his hands. Why is this happening?

"Aragorn?"

Aragorn looked up to find Merry staring at him in confusion. "Good morning, Merry."

Merry nodded a little, still looking at Aragorn. "Is something wrong?"

Aragorn sighed and nodded. He stood and walked a few paces away from Merry. "The injury to Legolas's shoulder is infected…he has a very high fever." He looked out in front of him as if he were staring intently at something. "He is so ill…I am afraid for him. He needs me in there but they will not let me in." He sat down once again, slightly agitated that he was not allowed in Legolas's room. He knew things that the other healers did not, things that could reduce Legolas's fever and make him well again.

"Oh," Merry said quietly, for he did not know what else to say. I suppose that means I cannot go in there and see him myself either. Aragorn is so upset about this. "Aragorn-" He was cut off when the door to Legolas's room opened and a man stepped out.

"Lord Aragorn," the man began.

"Yes," Aragorn replied, rising from his seat and approaching the man. "How is he?"

"Very ill, my lord," the man replied. "He is unable to even eat broth, unable to keep anything down." The man looked quickly over his shoulder and then back at Aragorn. "He…wishes to see you, very stubborn he is."

Aragorn smiled a little at the comment and nodded. "Thank you." He walked forward with the man, leaving Merry in the hall by himself. Once in the room, he looked to the other healers. They got the message right away, and left him alone with Legolas. He approached the bed, and looked sadly down upon the elf.

"E-Estel," Legolas barely whispered. His voice was raspy and dry. He was struggling to breath it sounded like, and his face was flushed from the fever. He turned his head as best he could to look up at Aragorn with pained blue eyes.

Aragorn knelt down next to the bed. "Mellon-nin, I am here." He put his hand on Legolas's forehead, frowning when he realized his fever had not reduced any.

Legolas closed his eyes for a moment before looking at Aragorn again. "My…father."

"He will be here by midday," Aragorn said softly, stroking Legolas's blonde hair to calm him a little. "He knows you are injured, he will be glad to see you awake."

Legolas nodded a little, then coughed suddenly. He stopped once Aragorn wrapped his arms around him and held him close. "E-Estel, I…cannot eat…I'm sorry."

Aragorn carefully set him back down on the bed and fixed the blankets on him. "I know something that will help, mellon-nin." He quickly went over to where the healers kept all their supplies. After gathering a few things, he mixed them all into a steaming pot. Not long after, he produced a bowl of pale green liquid, which he brought over to Legolas. "Mellon-nin, try and drink this, it will help you to feel better."

Legolas sat up to the best of his ability and drank some of the liquid. He quickly made a face and pushed away the bowl. "Aragorn-"

"Legolas, please," Aragorn pleaded. He sat back once he got Legolas to drink the liquid. Not only would it help to reduce his fever, but it would help him sleep as well. He heard Legolas had a rather restless night, the fever had kept him up many hours after Aragorn had left. He must have known I would worry if he was ill, so he did not show it. I should have known better that he would try something like that.

"Aragorn?" Legolas looked at him questioningly. "Something…troubles you?"

Aragorn looked at him and sighed. "Legolas…why did you not tell me you were ill last night?"

Legolas looked at him, guilt written all over his face. "I did not want to alarm you."

Aragorn looked away momentarily. "It alarmed me this morning when I woke up and found you were very ill." He looked back at him sadly. "I could have helped you last night, Legolas, and you would not be ill right now."

Legolas looked away in shame. "Goheno-nin, Aragorn…I did not mean to upset you."

Aragorn sighed. "I am sorry too, I did not mean to be hard on you." He reached over and hugged the elf. "But promise me you will not do it again?"

Legolas nodded into his shoulder. He suddenly yawned, and realized whatever Aragorn had made him drink was making him sleepy. "Aragorn…"

Aragorn pulled away and set Legolas back against the pillows. "Rest now, mellon-nin. I will send your father in when he arrives."

Legolas nodded slowly, closing his eyes. He was quickly asleep.

Aragorn rose and looked him over one last time. He finally turned and left the room. The other healers were waiting outside the door, and they stared at him expectantly when he shut the door behind him. "He sleeps, let him be for now." He waited until all the other healers had left the hall before resuming his seat on the bench. He looked around and realized Merry had also left. All he could do now was wait until King Thranduil arrived to see Legolas

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King Thranduil arrived on his horse, followed by several other elves. Once he entered the kingdom, he was greeted warmly. The stablemen led his horses to the barn while he proceeded up to the castle. He was met first by King Théoden.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, your Highness," Théoden said, shaking Thranduil's hand.

"The pleasure is mine," the elf replied, smiling a little. "I am here to see my son." He looked over Théoden's shoulder and spotted Aragorn emerging from the building. "Estel, Im gelir ceni ad lin." He approached Aragorn and hugged him.

"King Thranduil, your son waits for you," Aragorn said quietly.

Thranduil saw the sad look in Aragorn's eyes. He nodded slowly. "Take me to him." He followed Aragorn through the hall and to Legolas's door. He entered the room behind Aragorn and closed the door behind him. He gasped at the sight of his son on the bed. He approached him slowly, kneeling down next to the bed and taking his hand in his own. "Legolas, ion-nin."

Legolas's eyes fluttered open and he looked to Thranduil. "Ada," he said weakly.

Thranduil smiled a little and lightly brushed Legolas's cheek. "Ion-nin, man mathach?"

Aragorn stood back and watched the father and son carry on a small conversation in elvish. He saw the sad look in Thranduil's eyes and knew it must be hard to see Legolas like this. Sure, he had seen him injured before, but nothing like this. He soon realized the conversation had ended, and Thranduil was placing a now sleeping Legolas back on the bed. "Namarie, Legolas, le melon." He looked up to Aragorn and smiled sadly. "We should allow him to rest now."

Aragorn nodded and led Thranduil from the room. "I will show you to your room, your Highness." He started off down the hall, Thranduil close behind him. I pray to the Valar that Legolas is well again soon.

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Later that evening, Aragorn was taking a stroll across the grounds to calm his nerves. He not been in to see Legolas since Thranduil arrived, and was curious about his condition. He reached the top of the stairs, and realized Thranduil himself was standing by the ledge looking out into the distance. He approached him and stood next to him.

"I spoke with the hobbit," Thranduil said quietly, looking at Aragorn. "He is a charming young fellow…he told me of his cousin and Legolas."

Aragorn nodded. "He told me he believes he is to blame for Legolas becoming injured and for Pippin's death."

Thranduil looked at him in shocked confusion. "But how? He was not there."

"He fought with Pippin before he was taken…he never got to tell him he was sorry." He looked down at the ground. "He is so very upset with it all."

Thranduil nodded. "Hebo estel, Aragorn, things will get better. I believe-" He stopped suddenly and looked out into the distance, completely focused on something.

Aragorn looked at him in concern. "Your Highness, what is it?"

Thranduil looked at him in worry. "Trouble brews…something's wrong."

TBC

I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, and the corny ending to it. Longer and more improved chapters will be up once I get back from Mexico. Until then, review!