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"Glorfindel. Glorfindel, open your eyes," a soft commanding voice broke through his haze.

Muttering slightly, Glorfindel forced his eyes half way open, only to have light lance into them. Moaning, he quickly shut them again against that bright light.

"Move the lights away," the voice said, then seemed to turn back to him, "Try again, Glorfindel."

Sighing softly, Glorfindel obeyed, first sliding his eyes open slightly, then deeming it safe, opened them further. Looking up at the person before him, he nearly fainted once more at who he saw.

"Ecthelion?" he whispered, trying to keep his heart from stopping.

"Nay, old friend, focus your eyes," the voice commanded, and Glorfindel realized it was nothing like Ecthelion's lilting tone.

He forced his eyes to focus, and Elrond replaced Ecthelion's image. Glorfindel sighed softly to still his heartache, and then smiled slightly at the sight of his old friend. He noted that his muscles tingled with suppressed pain, and he felt weak. What had happened? Why was Elrond here?

"Its good to have you back, Glor. It was close for a while," Elrond said softly.

"Close?" Glorfindel asked, licking dry lips, realizing he was thirsty as well.

"Yes. I believe you owe Thranduil your life, nin mellon, but there will be time to thank him later," Elrond assured him, then he poured a glass of clear spring water and touched it to Glorfindel's lips.

Glorfindel drank deeply, but slowly, then Elrond took the glass away and set it aside.

"How is Legolas?" Glorfindel asked, knowing Elrond will not tell him what happened, though slight memories were slowly coming back to him.

"He is well, and should be up and about today, from what I have heard," Elrond said, "Though you will not be."

"I figured as much," Glorfindel said, stifling a yawn, "When did you get here?"

"Last night. I had business to attended to with Thranduil, and the boys wished to see you," Elrond said.

"Well, I am sorry they have to wait," Glorfindel said, stifling yet another yawn.

"So are they, though they will see you soon. You had best rest, nin mellon, that medicine should be taking effect now," Elrond said, a small smirk upon his features.

"Half Elven, you drugged me, didn't you?" Glorfindel growled, though it was barely perceived as such because of the sleepy tone that slipped into his voice.

"So I did, though you will just have to wait to kill me," Elrond said softly, masking his worry with humor.

"That I will," Glorfindel sighed, and his eyes slipped shut.

Elrond checked his presence once more, making sure that his friend's fea was tightly connected to his body, and that his heart beat was strong. Finally satisfied, he moved towards the other bed nearby where the young Prince of Mirkwood was slowly edging his way out of bed with his Father's support.

"How do you feel this morning, Legolas?" Elrond asked, smiling at the Elfling as he stood on the slightly cold stone floor.

"Good, Lord Elrond. How is Glorfindel?" Legolas asked.

"Better, he should recover fully, thanks to your Father," Elrond said, nodding in gratitude to Thranduil.

Legolas beamed at his father, for he knew what his father had done, "That is good to hear."

"Yes, it is. It is good to see you recovering so quickly. Now if you both will excuse me, I must retire to my quarters for a brief rest. I shall discuss things with you later, King Thranduil," Elrond said.

"Of course, Lord Elrond," Thranduil said, and Elrond exited the room.

"Father, is Glor better?" a voice came to Thranduil's and Legolas's ears.

"Yes, Elladan, Glorfindel will be fine," came Elrond's tired reply.

"Can we see him?" a voice similar to the first spoke up.

"Not right now, Elrohir, perhaps later," Elrond said.

"Ada, who is he talking to?" Legolas asked, looking up at his Father.

"His sons, Elladan and Elrohir. They are about your age," Thranduil said, "Would you like to meet them?"

Legolas looked a little weary of that suggestion, but Thranduil smiled, hoping to dispel his son's shyness.

"They are decent enough boys, though they sometimes cause trouble. You may like them, Legolas," Thranduil said.

"I think I may like to meet them," Legolas said, slightly comforted by his father's words.

"Of course. Let us go, they are probably still by the doorway," Thranduil said, helping his son to walk to the door.

Though Legolas was well enough for a brief bit of exercise, he was not fully well. Thranduil knew he would need several more days to regain his strength. But what harm could come by just meeting the sons of Elrond?

They reached the doorway easily enough, where Legolas quietly asked his father to release his hold on him. Thranduil reluctantly did so, allowing Legolas to walk the last few feet towards the outside, where indeed, two sulking twin Elflings stood by the door.

"Hello," Legolas spoke up softly, his gaze firmly on the floor, as his shyness was coming back.

One of the boys looked up and smiled at him, "Hello. You're Prince Legolas, right?"

Legolas raised his gaze a bit to look at the other Elfling, "Yes."

"Well, I am Elrohir, and that is my brother Elladan. We've heard about you," the Elfling said, smiling encouragingly at the younger Elf.

"How are you feeling?" the other Elfling, Elladan, spoke up.

"Better," Legolas said, returning their twin smiles with a slight one.

"That is good. Perhaps you can show us around your palace? Its so much bigger then Imladris, and Ada is too tired to do so. That is, if you feel up to it?" Elrohir said.

Legolas's smile became more genuine, "Its not my palace, but my Ada's. But I know where everything is, so I would be happy too," he turned to Thranduil, "Ada, may I?"

Thranduil looked down into his pleading son's face and sighed, he could not deny him at times.

"Very well, but be careful, and do not do too much. I shall go with you to make sure of that. If you get tired, I want you to tell me, and I shall either take you back to my rooms or here," Thranduil said.

"But Ada, are you not busy today?" Legolas asked innocently.

Thranduil hid the pang he felt at that simple question; he never had time for his son. He knew that well, but today.

"Yes, but today, I shall be taking off to spend time with my son," Thranduil said, and smiled down at him.

Legolas grinned, and latched on to his father's hand, "Thank you, Ada," he said quietly.

Thranduil only smiled down at his innocent son, and gently squeezed the little hand nestled in his own. Legolas turned back to the twins, all shyness gone from his beautiful face.

"What do you wish to see?" Legolas asked.
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Thranduil smiled down at his tiny burden. Legolas lay snuggled against his chest, his bright eyes half shut, his tiny hand wrapped firmly around a small segment of Thranduil's robe.

It had been an eventful day. The boys had wished to see everything in and around the palace, and Legolas had been more then willing to show them every corner and room there was. He couldn't imagine how his young son, who was still recovering from a spider bite, could have such energy. Yet he had, and Thranduil cherished the memories he had of his son laughing and playing with the other boys as they explored the huge place. It was good to see Legolas acting like the boy he was, instead of a reserved Prince all the time. It was good to see Legolas have friends like the sons of Elrond. Thranduil was aware of the problems that Legolas had with the other children, even though his son did not know that he knew. Every time he heard the taunts that Legolas had received, he had wished to protect his son, but he knew he could not, or else the taunts would become crueler, and Legolas would not be able to deal with them like he should.

Holding his son close, he stopped and sighed softly. There was so much he wished to protect his child from, but he could not, and it hurt to know that. Continuing to walk on towards his rooms, he finally reached his doors. Opening them quietly, he headed towards his bedroom, where he then laid Legolas out on his large bed. He couldn't take the child back to his own room yet, not until the spider's blood was completely cleaned up. But he did not mind, for his son had slept with him many a time because of nightmares and such. He just hoped that the recent events would not bring further nightmares upon his young son.

Gently covering his son up with the silken sheets, he knelt down, and gently kissed the small forehead.

"I love you, ion nin," Thranduil whispered.
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Elrond quietly led his sons through the healing room, one son on each hand. He had to check upon his friend, but the twins had refused to wait any longer, so he had no choice but to bring them along. But he knew that Glorfindel would be happy to see his young charges, no matter how rambunctious they were, though Elrond noted that his sons seemed to have lost some of their energy in the time they had been gone with Legolas, and for that, he was glad.

Approaching the bed, he smiled when he noted Glorfindel looking at him.

"Well, finally I am allowed to see the trouble makers," Glorfindel said, smiling at the twins.

"Glor! Elladan and Elrohir exclaimed together, before rushing to either side of the bed, "Do you feel better?"

Glorfindel laughed softly, "Yes I do, now that I have seen you both. As long as your father doesn't go about being sneaky again, I perceive I shall be well by tomorrow!"

"Ada, you won't be sneaky again, will you?" Elrohir asked, glancing at his father.

Elrond stifled a laugh, and nodded, "I will not be sneaky again, as long as Glorfindel does what he should."

"You'll do what Ada tells you, right, Glor?" Elladan asked.

"I believe I can accomplish that," Glorfindel said, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Then it is settled," the twins said together, grinning widely.

"So it is. What have you two been doing while your Father has strapped me to this bed?" Glorfindel asked, winking at Elrond, who only rolled his eyes.

"We met Prince Legolas and he showed us the whole palace," Elrohir said, grinning widely.

"He did? Well, that is good to hear, for I think I may need guides around here," Glorfindel said, smiling at the two.

"We can help you once you are well, Glor," Elladan said.

"Thank you, Elladan, I would be glad for both of your help," Glorfindel said.

Elrond noted that his friend was quickly tiring, though he did not show it except in his bright green eyes, which were slowly getting dimmer. Sighing softly, he shook his head in amusement at his friend's ability to cover up his weariness.

"I think we should allow Glorfindel to rest, if he plans to be up and about soon," Elrond spoke up.

"All right, Ada," the boys said together, though neither seemed happy about the idea.

"Good, go on and I shall be with you in a moment," Elrond said, smiling at his sons.

They nodded, and headed for the door, with Elrond watching them as they left. He then turned to his friend.

"Thank you, Elrond, for allowing them to come. They truly raise one's heart," Glorfindel said, smiling fondly at their retreating forms before turning his full attention upon his friend.

"Yes, they do. I believe that is why we love them, among the many other reasons," Elrond said, smiling slightly, "You had best rest, nin meldir, I shall check upon you later."

"Very well," Glorfindel said, and settled back into his pillows while Elrond turned, and followed after his sons.