Ever so slowly, Legolas summoned the energy to move. He tried to pry his eyes open a time or two, but to no avail, so he turned to pleading with his finger to wiggle up and down one what felt like a very nice bedspread.
No, that didn't work either.
"Mouth," he thought deperately, "Please open. Leg, please twitch. Eyes, wouldn't you be so kind as to open up a little? Just the tiniest bit?"
Nothing happened.
"Body," he pleaded, "Please do SOMETHING."
Nope. OK, no movement. Maybe he could make some sort of noise?
Legolas struggled with himself for a moment. His mouth was very dry and scratchy, and this made his task even more difficult.
He tried everything he could think of. Grunting, snorting, moaning, clicking, making stange, undecipherable noises in the back of his mouth, but to no avail.
Alright, check noises. Check movement. Now what?
He pondered this for a moment, but never came to a conclusion, for just then somebody opened the door and walked inside the room.
"Are you awake?" a soft voice asked him.
Great. Wonderful. Here was someone asking if he was awake, and him not being able to prove anything more then the fact that he was alive. If only he had the energy to jump for joy...
"Elf?" the voice persisted. "Are you awake."
"Yes."
Wait. Had he said that out loud?
OK, so next time he was too tired to move, speak, or do anything more then breathe, all he would have to do is wait for someone to approach him and ask him if he was awake. Not that he was ever going to get into a situation like this every again.
"You are?" the voice asked, in an excited tone.
"Yes," Legolas repeated wearily.
"Wonderful! Are you feeling well?"
"I've been better," he complained.
The voice giggled, and Legolas come to the conclusion that the voice belonged to a woman. Men do not giggle. It's against their nature.
"Well, I'm sure you'll be alright soon. Stay right here, I'll go and get my uncle."
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," Legolas muttered.
Another giggle, and the sound of a door being closed. The woman, whoever she was, had gone to fetch her uncle, whoever he was.
Now if only he could open his eyes...
No, that didn't work either.
"Mouth," he thought deperately, "Please open. Leg, please twitch. Eyes, wouldn't you be so kind as to open up a little? Just the tiniest bit?"
Nothing happened.
"Body," he pleaded, "Please do SOMETHING."
Nope. OK, no movement. Maybe he could make some sort of noise?
Legolas struggled with himself for a moment. His mouth was very dry and scratchy, and this made his task even more difficult.
He tried everything he could think of. Grunting, snorting, moaning, clicking, making stange, undecipherable noises in the back of his mouth, but to no avail.
Alright, check noises. Check movement. Now what?
He pondered this for a moment, but never came to a conclusion, for just then somebody opened the door and walked inside the room.
"Are you awake?" a soft voice asked him.
Great. Wonderful. Here was someone asking if he was awake, and him not being able to prove anything more then the fact that he was alive. If only he had the energy to jump for joy...
"Elf?" the voice persisted. "Are you awake."
"Yes."
Wait. Had he said that out loud?
OK, so next time he was too tired to move, speak, or do anything more then breathe, all he would have to do is wait for someone to approach him and ask him if he was awake. Not that he was ever going to get into a situation like this every again.
"You are?" the voice asked, in an excited tone.
"Yes," Legolas repeated wearily.
"Wonderful! Are you feeling well?"
"I've been better," he complained.
The voice giggled, and Legolas come to the conclusion that the voice belonged to a woman. Men do not giggle. It's against their nature.
"Well, I'm sure you'll be alright soon. Stay right here, I'll go and get my uncle."
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," Legolas muttered.
Another giggle, and the sound of a door being closed. The woman, whoever she was, had gone to fetch her uncle, whoever he was.
Now if only he could open his eyes...