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Chapter Eight
Tylendal woke up to a painfully bright light and the sound of birds singing. A cool wind came through an open window and a high arched ceiling in soft red and brown hues was all he could see above him.
He tried to sit up, but the pounding pain in his head and shoulder persuaded him to forgo the attempt just for a moment. He sank against a soft pillow, blinking in the bright light around the room. It was well furnished, with padded chairs and a wooden table of similar carve sat before the large window, out of which the tops of trees and the far valley wall could be seen.
He was obviously in Rivendell, but he had never been there before, and examined all he could of the things out side his window. The sun was warm upon his face, and he was slightly thankful for the cool breeze.
With a determined push he got himself sitting up, and waited a moment as the world swirled dizzyingly around him. Blinking, he stood and swayed for a moment, before stumbling over to the window. Leaning against its frame, he breathed deeply of the spring air, watching the tree tops sway slightly in the breeze.
The ground was a good fifteen feet below him, he must be in one of the upper floor rooms.
He decided he had been abed long enough. With a last look out of the window, he slipped form the soft robe he had been wearing, and redressed in a new tunic and leggings that had been laid nearby with his weapons. He was careful when pulling his tunic on, for his shoulder, while bandaged, was still slightly painful.
The clothes he wore were in a light green, not in his preferred darker colors. He hoped he would get his own outfit back soon.
With a small sigh, he steadied himself against the wall and proceeded to walk carefully from the room. The lack of his usual grace and stealth in his step told of the weariness he still felt.
~*~*~*
"Honestly, Elladan. I don't know what we are going to do. Father just sent me, and things went downhill from the moment I tried to warn the villagers. I'm worried about Tylendal. I would also like to know how he knew to come." Legolas said, sitting around a table with the six warriors of Tylendal's patrol and the twins.
Kadhael, Talmir, Tryvellan, Cawlach, Kadhael's older brother Kyndereth, and Tenebrinth had arrived soon after the battle, and had helped carry the wounded back to Rivendell. There had been no deaths, thankfully.
Kadhael blinked and leaned back in his chair. "We had been in the south, scouting out a report of large orc activity, when another patrol came saying a large group of orcs were traveling the same direction as you were."
Tryvellan picked up the story from there. "So Lord Tylendal goes riding off without a word after you, and we reach the village soon after it was burned. The orcs were in the distance, and we were going to scout them and head to Rivendell in the morning. Tylendal disappeared that night, and we followed his tracks to you that morning."
"I would like to know as well on how he knew when to come, and where." Elrohir said, swirling his wine around in the glass.
"Well, we were going to go and refurnish our weapons, so we shall see you soon?" Talmir asked, standing with the rest of the patrol and leaving with departing nods to the three friends.
~*~*~*
Tylendal scowled as he heard voices come from behind him, back in the direction of his rooms. Those healers! He had slipped them twice, for he wanted to be up and around, not abed and drugged full of that potent and foul medicine he remembered taking when he was brought in. He had been half conscious at one time, enough so that he could remember that.
He heard voices ahead as well, and recognized them. He turned into the room, and was greeted with the surprised and welcoming faces of his friends.
Elrohir looked up and smiled. "Tylendal, how pleasant to see you up and around!" Tylendal nodded to him, and stiffened when one of the healers came barging into the room, scolding and rambling.
"By the Valar! I haven't had this much trouble with a patient except with Prince Legolas and the Lords' Elladan and Elrohir! You may be a Lord, but you are not to be out of bed and wandering the halls! You will displace all we did to heal that shoulder of yours! Now out! Back to your room!" The blond healer raged, grabbing Tylendal by the arm and hauling him out of the room.
When he was gone, Legolas and the twins exploded into laughter. The healer was Dranae, and was a fierce Elf. The three friends commonly joked about how well he would be at being a warrior. Tylendal, who had never been to Rivendell, had heard of him but still did not know what he was in for.
~*~*~*
Tylendal had been dragged back to the room, and this time the healer stood by until he had taken the entire cup of medicated tea Dranae had given him, and waited until he had fallen asleep.
The Elf had left, and Legolas and the twins stopped by to have a word with him.
"Now, Dranae, Tylendal has been our friend for many years. I know him best, as I grew up with him, and he is a nasty tempered, stubborn fool who thinks it is his business to be noble and tell no one what he is feeling." Legolas said to the stone faced healer as the twins chuckled behind him. "So, believe him not if fine he says he is."
The Elven Prince added the last in a mock imitation of Tylendal's speaking, causing the twins behind him to laugh anew.
The Healer arched a blonde eyebrow elegantly. "So, he is basically like a few certain Elves I have had to heal before?" He said, eyeing the three before him pointedly. They took the hint and hurried off, laughing as they fled the fierce healer's chambers.
~*~*~*
Tylendal watched the healer bustle about with one of his assistants, packing herbs a few scouts were requesting. Seeing Tylendal express an interest in herbs, the healer was informing him of the uses of them. He was waiting for Dranae just outside the healer's chambers, and the room he was in contained many herbs.
And some of the herbs were poisonous.
"This is Agarics. A large, orange mushroom with a white stem and spots. Amantia, another mushroom, that is Castor." The assistant said; pointing to a basket filled with the large orange and smaller white mushrooms. The Castor hung nearby, a fernlike plant.
"Is not Castor made into oil?" Tylendal asked, recalling something he had heard back at the palace.
"Yes, but the oil is made from the leaves. It is the seeds that are poisonous. Now this, this is Azalea." The healer held up a plant with yellow blossoms. "Daphne berries, there red with yellow flowers, avoid eating those. Hemlock, horses tend to eat that when they graze, Milkweed too. Mountain Laurel, Narcissus, Nightshade, and Pyrethrum are all poisonous flowers. White snakeroot is also toxic. I keep these because they are the more common materials used in poisons, and that which includes can exclude. Meaning I can cure a poisoned wound if I knew one of these plants was used. Now, for healing." The healer went to a different side of the chamber.
"Crocus, Foxglove, and Goldenrod are some basic healing plants. Valerion is good for snakebites. These others..."
Tylendal nodded along, losing interest after a while. While the healer droned on about the different healing properties of the different herbs, the door to Dranae's quarters opened.
"Lord Tylendal, I will see you now."
Tylendal left the healers to their herbs, and walked through the door. Dranae ran a physical check on him, checking the healing on his arm.
"I guess you are good to go." He said, eyeing Tylendal in a way that made the Elf want to flee.
Taking the statement as a dismissal, he left.
~*~*~*
Legolas, the twins and Kadhael were outside talking about the finer points of archery when he came towards them.
"Ah, Tylendal. I see you finally escape the Healer's grasp? Record time. He normally holds us for weeks." Elladan said, before turning and arguing with his brother at a statement about the value of hardwood bows.
"Yes, but that is because you are hurt more than Tylendal was." Legolas said, leaning back and watching their banter with amusement.
"Lord Tylendal, I'm relieved that you are healed and at full health once more." Kadhael said, inclining his head slightly. Tylendal nodded back, before sighing and rolling his eyes.
"Black wood, better wood is. Hard, less flaws and less work to make, can parry blows from weapon without breaking or becoming impaired too much. For arrows, straight and smooth, it is. Fit with feather of good quality, and lethal arrow you will have." He pointed out to the bickering brothers.
"Maybe, but black wood is hard to come by, and difficult to harvest." Elrohir answered back. Tylendal arched an eyebrow.
"Black wood for bow is best I can think of. Birch or oak is good substitute for black wood arrows." He said, gesturing carelessly.
"We're better archers than you, so I suggest you listen to our advice. Plus, I'm older." Elladan said.
"I'm older too." Elrohir said indignantly
"But I'm older than you."
"Only by six minutes."
"Older is older, lets not bother with the numbers." Elladan stated loftily.
Kadhael turned to Tylendal. "My Lord, are we almost ready to return home? The message is delivered, and Lord Elrond is prepared and alert for any danger. The Prince's mission is fulfilled, and we can go home ourselves."
"Yes, Kadhael. We will leave tomorrow morning." Legolas said. Kadhael nodded and stood up and left.
Elladan turned to Tylendal with a rakish grin.
"Well, My Lord. You have advanced in rank to nearly match us."
"Aye, have you the requirements to fit?" Elrohir piped in.
"Maybe a girl?" Elladan added, both brothers standing and taking off even as they finished, knowing what was to come.
With a growl Tylendal was after them. Legolas was beside himself with laughter.
"Such mature Elven Lords, wouldn't you say Estel?" The Elven Prince said, glancing at a human youth standing not to far away.
"Indeed, is that your friend that you tell me about when you visit?" The young human, adopted by Elrond, was always ready to hear a story.
Legolas laughed. "Yes, he is."
"You'll visit again, won't you?" Estel asked, brushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes.
"Of course. And this time we won't be in a rush to go." Legolas said, smiling at the young human.
"Good! I'll be waiting! And I'll be better with my bow then, just wait and see! Elladan and Elrohir will keep helping me!" He said rocking back and forth on his heels, eyes bright and smiling.
Shaking his head in mock disgust, Legolas gave Aragorn a pitying look.
"You have those two teaching you? My sympathies. Tylendal was right, by the way, in what he said about the black wood. Mirkwood Elves are always better at archery than Rivendell Elves. So, when I come, I shall show you some tricks that even your brothers don't know." Legolas gave a sly wink to Estel, who looked delighted.
"Come, it is nearly dark. We shall watch for your brothers to come limping back inside." The Elven Prince said, listening to the shouts and laughs from the direction of the three young Elven Lords.
~*~*~*
The End
Thanks to all reviewers! This story is shorter than my others, since it wasn't going to be too long in the first place.
Drowdancer: I take it you read R. A. Salvatore's "Forgotten Realms"? I love those books. Thanks for the review.
Alida Fruit: Thanks for your review, and its okay! *g *
Kitsune: lol, thanks a lot!
Leggylover03: Thanks for your review. As for Aragorn, he, as you can tell, is mentioned. Sorry he doesn't have a bigger part. That is for my next story, which is in the making.
Coolio02: Yes, but Tylendal got away alright because of the twins. Thanks for your review and here's another chapter!
Itarilde-elenastar: lol, I've done that before. Read and review stories when I'm supposed to be doing my English or history homework. Thanks for your enthusiastic review!
Chapter Eight
Tylendal woke up to a painfully bright light and the sound of birds singing. A cool wind came through an open window and a high arched ceiling in soft red and brown hues was all he could see above him.
He tried to sit up, but the pounding pain in his head and shoulder persuaded him to forgo the attempt just for a moment. He sank against a soft pillow, blinking in the bright light around the room. It was well furnished, with padded chairs and a wooden table of similar carve sat before the large window, out of which the tops of trees and the far valley wall could be seen.
He was obviously in Rivendell, but he had never been there before, and examined all he could of the things out side his window. The sun was warm upon his face, and he was slightly thankful for the cool breeze.
With a determined push he got himself sitting up, and waited a moment as the world swirled dizzyingly around him. Blinking, he stood and swayed for a moment, before stumbling over to the window. Leaning against its frame, he breathed deeply of the spring air, watching the tree tops sway slightly in the breeze.
The ground was a good fifteen feet below him, he must be in one of the upper floor rooms.
He decided he had been abed long enough. With a last look out of the window, he slipped form the soft robe he had been wearing, and redressed in a new tunic and leggings that had been laid nearby with his weapons. He was careful when pulling his tunic on, for his shoulder, while bandaged, was still slightly painful.
The clothes he wore were in a light green, not in his preferred darker colors. He hoped he would get his own outfit back soon.
With a small sigh, he steadied himself against the wall and proceeded to walk carefully from the room. The lack of his usual grace and stealth in his step told of the weariness he still felt.
~*~*~*
"Honestly, Elladan. I don't know what we are going to do. Father just sent me, and things went downhill from the moment I tried to warn the villagers. I'm worried about Tylendal. I would also like to know how he knew to come." Legolas said, sitting around a table with the six warriors of Tylendal's patrol and the twins.
Kadhael, Talmir, Tryvellan, Cawlach, Kadhael's older brother Kyndereth, and Tenebrinth had arrived soon after the battle, and had helped carry the wounded back to Rivendell. There had been no deaths, thankfully.
Kadhael blinked and leaned back in his chair. "We had been in the south, scouting out a report of large orc activity, when another patrol came saying a large group of orcs were traveling the same direction as you were."
Tryvellan picked up the story from there. "So Lord Tylendal goes riding off without a word after you, and we reach the village soon after it was burned. The orcs were in the distance, and we were going to scout them and head to Rivendell in the morning. Tylendal disappeared that night, and we followed his tracks to you that morning."
"I would like to know as well on how he knew when to come, and where." Elrohir said, swirling his wine around in the glass.
"Well, we were going to go and refurnish our weapons, so we shall see you soon?" Talmir asked, standing with the rest of the patrol and leaving with departing nods to the three friends.
~*~*~*
Tylendal scowled as he heard voices come from behind him, back in the direction of his rooms. Those healers! He had slipped them twice, for he wanted to be up and around, not abed and drugged full of that potent and foul medicine he remembered taking when he was brought in. He had been half conscious at one time, enough so that he could remember that.
He heard voices ahead as well, and recognized them. He turned into the room, and was greeted with the surprised and welcoming faces of his friends.
Elrohir looked up and smiled. "Tylendal, how pleasant to see you up and around!" Tylendal nodded to him, and stiffened when one of the healers came barging into the room, scolding and rambling.
"By the Valar! I haven't had this much trouble with a patient except with Prince Legolas and the Lords' Elladan and Elrohir! You may be a Lord, but you are not to be out of bed and wandering the halls! You will displace all we did to heal that shoulder of yours! Now out! Back to your room!" The blond healer raged, grabbing Tylendal by the arm and hauling him out of the room.
When he was gone, Legolas and the twins exploded into laughter. The healer was Dranae, and was a fierce Elf. The three friends commonly joked about how well he would be at being a warrior. Tylendal, who had never been to Rivendell, had heard of him but still did not know what he was in for.
~*~*~*
Tylendal had been dragged back to the room, and this time the healer stood by until he had taken the entire cup of medicated tea Dranae had given him, and waited until he had fallen asleep.
The Elf had left, and Legolas and the twins stopped by to have a word with him.
"Now, Dranae, Tylendal has been our friend for many years. I know him best, as I grew up with him, and he is a nasty tempered, stubborn fool who thinks it is his business to be noble and tell no one what he is feeling." Legolas said to the stone faced healer as the twins chuckled behind him. "So, believe him not if fine he says he is."
The Elven Prince added the last in a mock imitation of Tylendal's speaking, causing the twins behind him to laugh anew.
The Healer arched a blonde eyebrow elegantly. "So, he is basically like a few certain Elves I have had to heal before?" He said, eyeing the three before him pointedly. They took the hint and hurried off, laughing as they fled the fierce healer's chambers.
~*~*~*
Tylendal watched the healer bustle about with one of his assistants, packing herbs a few scouts were requesting. Seeing Tylendal express an interest in herbs, the healer was informing him of the uses of them. He was waiting for Dranae just outside the healer's chambers, and the room he was in contained many herbs.
And some of the herbs were poisonous.
"This is Agarics. A large, orange mushroom with a white stem and spots. Amantia, another mushroom, that is Castor." The assistant said; pointing to a basket filled with the large orange and smaller white mushrooms. The Castor hung nearby, a fernlike plant.
"Is not Castor made into oil?" Tylendal asked, recalling something he had heard back at the palace.
"Yes, but the oil is made from the leaves. It is the seeds that are poisonous. Now this, this is Azalea." The healer held up a plant with yellow blossoms. "Daphne berries, there red with yellow flowers, avoid eating those. Hemlock, horses tend to eat that when they graze, Milkweed too. Mountain Laurel, Narcissus, Nightshade, and Pyrethrum are all poisonous flowers. White snakeroot is also toxic. I keep these because they are the more common materials used in poisons, and that which includes can exclude. Meaning I can cure a poisoned wound if I knew one of these plants was used. Now, for healing." The healer went to a different side of the chamber.
"Crocus, Foxglove, and Goldenrod are some basic healing plants. Valerion is good for snakebites. These others..."
Tylendal nodded along, losing interest after a while. While the healer droned on about the different healing properties of the different herbs, the door to Dranae's quarters opened.
"Lord Tylendal, I will see you now."
Tylendal left the healers to their herbs, and walked through the door. Dranae ran a physical check on him, checking the healing on his arm.
"I guess you are good to go." He said, eyeing Tylendal in a way that made the Elf want to flee.
Taking the statement as a dismissal, he left.
~*~*~*
Legolas, the twins and Kadhael were outside talking about the finer points of archery when he came towards them.
"Ah, Tylendal. I see you finally escape the Healer's grasp? Record time. He normally holds us for weeks." Elladan said, before turning and arguing with his brother at a statement about the value of hardwood bows.
"Yes, but that is because you are hurt more than Tylendal was." Legolas said, leaning back and watching their banter with amusement.
"Lord Tylendal, I'm relieved that you are healed and at full health once more." Kadhael said, inclining his head slightly. Tylendal nodded back, before sighing and rolling his eyes.
"Black wood, better wood is. Hard, less flaws and less work to make, can parry blows from weapon without breaking or becoming impaired too much. For arrows, straight and smooth, it is. Fit with feather of good quality, and lethal arrow you will have." He pointed out to the bickering brothers.
"Maybe, but black wood is hard to come by, and difficult to harvest." Elrohir answered back. Tylendal arched an eyebrow.
"Black wood for bow is best I can think of. Birch or oak is good substitute for black wood arrows." He said, gesturing carelessly.
"We're better archers than you, so I suggest you listen to our advice. Plus, I'm older." Elladan said.
"I'm older too." Elrohir said indignantly
"But I'm older than you."
"Only by six minutes."
"Older is older, lets not bother with the numbers." Elladan stated loftily.
Kadhael turned to Tylendal. "My Lord, are we almost ready to return home? The message is delivered, and Lord Elrond is prepared and alert for any danger. The Prince's mission is fulfilled, and we can go home ourselves."
"Yes, Kadhael. We will leave tomorrow morning." Legolas said. Kadhael nodded and stood up and left.
Elladan turned to Tylendal with a rakish grin.
"Well, My Lord. You have advanced in rank to nearly match us."
"Aye, have you the requirements to fit?" Elrohir piped in.
"Maybe a girl?" Elladan added, both brothers standing and taking off even as they finished, knowing what was to come.
With a growl Tylendal was after them. Legolas was beside himself with laughter.
"Such mature Elven Lords, wouldn't you say Estel?" The Elven Prince said, glancing at a human youth standing not to far away.
"Indeed, is that your friend that you tell me about when you visit?" The young human, adopted by Elrond, was always ready to hear a story.
Legolas laughed. "Yes, he is."
"You'll visit again, won't you?" Estel asked, brushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes.
"Of course. And this time we won't be in a rush to go." Legolas said, smiling at the young human.
"Good! I'll be waiting! And I'll be better with my bow then, just wait and see! Elladan and Elrohir will keep helping me!" He said rocking back and forth on his heels, eyes bright and smiling.
Shaking his head in mock disgust, Legolas gave Aragorn a pitying look.
"You have those two teaching you? My sympathies. Tylendal was right, by the way, in what he said about the black wood. Mirkwood Elves are always better at archery than Rivendell Elves. So, when I come, I shall show you some tricks that even your brothers don't know." Legolas gave a sly wink to Estel, who looked delighted.
"Come, it is nearly dark. We shall watch for your brothers to come limping back inside." The Elven Prince said, listening to the shouts and laughs from the direction of the three young Elven Lords.
~*~*~*
The End
Thanks to all reviewers! This story is shorter than my others, since it wasn't going to be too long in the first place.
Drowdancer: I take it you read R. A. Salvatore's "Forgotten Realms"? I love those books. Thanks for the review.
Alida Fruit: Thanks for your review, and its okay! *g *
Kitsune: lol, thanks a lot!
Leggylover03: Thanks for your review. As for Aragorn, he, as you can tell, is mentioned. Sorry he doesn't have a bigger part. That is for my next story, which is in the making.
Coolio02: Yes, but Tylendal got away alright because of the twins. Thanks for your review and here's another chapter!
Itarilde-elenastar: lol, I've done that before. Read and review stories when I'm supposed to be doing my English or history homework. Thanks for your enthusiastic review!