I'd just like to thank the people who have reviewed my story. It made me so happy to read them! :) Well, this chapter is short, but I certainly do have one more coming before I leave…

Disclaimer: I don't own them, just wish that I did… sigh. They belong to the wonderful professor named J.R.R Tolkien…

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Chapter 3

It was nearing nightfall when the elves and human reached the palace of Thranduil. When they reached the gate, Legolas commanded it to open and they went through. There were several elves on guard, happy to see the return of their prince, but wondering at his strange burden.

Handil walked ahead and held the door open for his friends. Aragorn was getting even worse, the heat of the fever radiating from him, but he shivered as if cold. He would need to be cooled down- and soon! Legolas had once heard from Elrond that if a fever was present for too long and too high, the person could suffer brain damage. But what worried Legolas even more, were the wounds on his ankles- the bandages around them were soaked with blood, indicating that the wounds had not closed. Legolas feared that there had been poison on the traps. He put his mouth close to Aragorn's ear. "Hold on, my friend, we're almost there."

When they were inside, Handil ran to the nearest guard. "Tell me, Rhovanil, where is king Thranduil?"

"He is in his chambers, along with his visitors from Imladris. He commanded not to be disturbed."

Handil looked at the guard. "I thank you, my friend, but I have need of his services and those of the Lord Elrond."

Rhovanil was about to object when he saw Legolas walking up the stairs with someone in his arms, but what really drew his attention was the blood that dripped on the floor, leaving a trail.

"Get them- and quick, Rhovanil! Tis the Lord Elrond's son. Tell them to come to Legolas' room." Handil said. But Rhovanil needed no further urging; he darted off to the king's chambers.

Handil nodded his head and followed after his prince.

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Rhovanil knocked on the door where his king was in a meeting. Thranduil answered for him to enter and Rhovanil opened the door. The occupants of the room looked at him with a questioning look. Rhovanil was a good elf and he would not disturb them unless it were important.

"I'm terribly sorry, my lords. There is need of both your healing abilities." He said, looking at his king and Lord Elrond. "Tis Estel, my lords. Please come to Legolas' room."

Thranduil and Elrond hurried out of the chamber to Legolas' room, leaving the twins and Glorfindel behind with worried looks.

"Oh no." Elrohir whispered.

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TBC