Mrs. Weasley hurriedly smoothed the rumpled blanket as Harry went to lay
the boy down on the couch. A handy healing spell took care of his head
wound, and the only other injuries were the scraches on his face. Ginny
hurried to the bathroom for bandages, while Hermione filled a bown with
warm water.
Legolas sat through all of this quietly, not making a sound as Mrs.
Weasley dabbed some medicine on his face. His large, blue eyes were
continually darting from one thing to the next. He seemed rather facinated
by the clock on the wall.
Fred and George, not, in Mrs. Weasley's opinion, trustworthy enough to be
of any help, sat by the fireplace muttering to each other. Nobody was really
listening to them, so it came as a suprise, in more ways than one, when
Legolas looked over at the twins and declared fiercely, "I am not."
The identical Weasley boys looked up at him and the three studied each other
for a moment, before Fred shrugged and, turning to George, whispered for him
to be more quiet, because he had obviously been talking too loudly.
George refrained from mentioning that it had, in fact, been Fred who had made
the comment that the boy had responded to.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas's recovery was a slow and painful process. For the most part he was
doing well, but some times he slept through the whole day, and occasionally
he refused to eat. It was in this way, while trying to force him to swallow
a glass of milk, that the Weasley's discovered that the boy was unusually
strong, and was best left to himself when his was in a bad mood.
So, after awhile, Legolas was left to himself in Bill's old room, and life
went on as well as could be expected for a little while. Harry, however, had
taken a liking to the strange boy, and liked to sit with him in the mornings,
before breakfast.
Legolas never spoke, but Harry felt a weight being lifted off from his shoulders
as he talked about his problems and worries. He felt like the boy could understand
him better than anyone else. His eyes held understanding, something that Harry needed.
TBC
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next chapter should be up by Thursday, if all goes well. Which I hope it does.
Remember, reviews are like chocolate bars. You can never have enough of them.
the boy down on the couch. A handy healing spell took care of his head
wound, and the only other injuries were the scraches on his face. Ginny
hurried to the bathroom for bandages, while Hermione filled a bown with
warm water.
Legolas sat through all of this quietly, not making a sound as Mrs.
Weasley dabbed some medicine on his face. His large, blue eyes were
continually darting from one thing to the next. He seemed rather facinated
by the clock on the wall.
Fred and George, not, in Mrs. Weasley's opinion, trustworthy enough to be
of any help, sat by the fireplace muttering to each other. Nobody was really
listening to them, so it came as a suprise, in more ways than one, when
Legolas looked over at the twins and declared fiercely, "I am not."
The identical Weasley boys looked up at him and the three studied each other
for a moment, before Fred shrugged and, turning to George, whispered for him
to be more quiet, because he had obviously been talking too loudly.
George refrained from mentioning that it had, in fact, been Fred who had made
the comment that the boy had responded to.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas's recovery was a slow and painful process. For the most part he was
doing well, but some times he slept through the whole day, and occasionally
he refused to eat. It was in this way, while trying to force him to swallow
a glass of milk, that the Weasley's discovered that the boy was unusually
strong, and was best left to himself when his was in a bad mood.
So, after awhile, Legolas was left to himself in Bill's old room, and life
went on as well as could be expected for a little while. Harry, however, had
taken a liking to the strange boy, and liked to sit with him in the mornings,
before breakfast.
Legolas never spoke, but Harry felt a weight being lifted off from his shoulders
as he talked about his problems and worries. He felt like the boy could understand
him better than anyone else. His eyes held understanding, something that Harry needed.
TBC
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next chapter should be up by Thursday, if all goes well. Which I hope it does.
Remember, reviews are like chocolate bars. You can never have enough of them.