Legolas stumbled along with Brianna until he reached the room that the
healers led him to. He entered and gently laid her down on the bed then
blinked owlishly as the healers went around him to attend her on the bed.
One of them took his arm and led him to a bed on the other side of the
room.
Here, Prince. Lie down and sleep.
Legolas nodded in agreement, he needed to sleep. He yawned deeply and lay down on the bed. Within one heartbeat and another he was asleep. Brianna slept too because the healers gave a deep soporific potion to her, to let them tend her wounds. The two slept for about 5 days as they recovered in the healing air of Lothlorien. There is something in the air of these woods that comforts Elfish spirits. Although Brianna suffered nightmares and cried out in her sleep, Legolas slept the sleep of the dead. Rousing a little at the sound of Brianna's whimpers, the healers took the liberty of drugging the Prince back to sleep until they felt he had recovered enough. The lines on Brianna's body receded and thinned, but did not disappear. The festering sores closed and healed as she slept and the nightmares ebbed. Then reluctantly, the healers decided that their patients should wake to eat.
Brianna yawned and blinked at the early morning sunlight entering her room. Gingerly, she shook her head, and sighed in relief, as the expected nausea did not appear. Her eyes widened in fear, and she cried out "Legolas! Legolas, where are you?" She heard a mumble from her right and cowered in fear. "Legolas! Legolas!"
"Brianna, I'm here. Shh, shh, quiet now." Legolas rose from his pallet and shakily made his way over to her bed. He sat heavily on the bed and smoothed her hair. He passed the other hand tiredly over his eyes. He felt so weak. He flipped the blanket covering her backwards and started to weep in relief as he saw that the black lines had receded almost completely. "A, melamin." He started and drew his other hand to his mouth to cover his gasp of surprise. Melamin? He was not for her and she was not for him. He'd best give up this childish fantasy.
"Where are we, Legolas?"
"We are in Lothlorien." He smiled at her expression of delight and drew her close, cradling her in his arms. He hung his head over her shoulder and whispered into her ear of the wonders of Lothlorien. She started to yawn, and he laid her back down onto the bed. He started to draw the covers back over her, but she whispered, "Nay, do not. I feel safe with your arms around me." He nodded and slipped into the bed with her, holding her close. He sighed against her shoulder and fell into sleep himself.
This is how the healers found them, cuddled together like children in sleep. The head healer coughed politely. "Prince Legolas? " Legolas half sat up in the bed, one arm still wrapped around Brianna. She stirred and woke, and then began to shiver in fear at the sight of these unknown, untrusted male Elves.
"Yes? "
"A messenger has arrived from Mirkwood, with a message for you, Prince. "
"Brianna, I have to go with these Elves, but I will be back and you will be safe here."
"No, no, no, no, nonononono!"
"Brianna, I must. Stay here. You are still weak." Legolas kissed her quickly on the forehead, and then got out of the bed. She cried out pathetically in loss, and then hid herself under the coverlets. Shaking in terror, she hid herself away from the Elves' eyes. If she could not see them, then they could not see her. Legolas' hand clenched in anger. "I am glad that I killed the yrchs that did this to her. But the cause of this evil is not yet destroyed. Pray to the Valar that Frodo succeeds, and Sauron is brought to ruin. " He shook his head, and reached for the garments that one of the healers held out to him. Quickly, he dressed himself, ignoring their offers of aid. He had gotten used to dressing himself over the years with Aragorn, and now disliked people aiding him. Anyway, he was still recovering, so they could be glad that he could see them at all. He stroked the lump in the bed sheets that was Brianna. "I will be back soon, try and sleep."
Here, Prince. Lie down and sleep.
Legolas nodded in agreement, he needed to sleep. He yawned deeply and lay down on the bed. Within one heartbeat and another he was asleep. Brianna slept too because the healers gave a deep soporific potion to her, to let them tend her wounds. The two slept for about 5 days as they recovered in the healing air of Lothlorien. There is something in the air of these woods that comforts Elfish spirits. Although Brianna suffered nightmares and cried out in her sleep, Legolas slept the sleep of the dead. Rousing a little at the sound of Brianna's whimpers, the healers took the liberty of drugging the Prince back to sleep until they felt he had recovered enough. The lines on Brianna's body receded and thinned, but did not disappear. The festering sores closed and healed as she slept and the nightmares ebbed. Then reluctantly, the healers decided that their patients should wake to eat.
Brianna yawned and blinked at the early morning sunlight entering her room. Gingerly, she shook her head, and sighed in relief, as the expected nausea did not appear. Her eyes widened in fear, and she cried out "Legolas! Legolas, where are you?" She heard a mumble from her right and cowered in fear. "Legolas! Legolas!"
"Brianna, I'm here. Shh, shh, quiet now." Legolas rose from his pallet and shakily made his way over to her bed. He sat heavily on the bed and smoothed her hair. He passed the other hand tiredly over his eyes. He felt so weak. He flipped the blanket covering her backwards and started to weep in relief as he saw that the black lines had receded almost completely. "A, melamin." He started and drew his other hand to his mouth to cover his gasp of surprise. Melamin? He was not for her and she was not for him. He'd best give up this childish fantasy.
"Where are we, Legolas?"
"We are in Lothlorien." He smiled at her expression of delight and drew her close, cradling her in his arms. He hung his head over her shoulder and whispered into her ear of the wonders of Lothlorien. She started to yawn, and he laid her back down onto the bed. He started to draw the covers back over her, but she whispered, "Nay, do not. I feel safe with your arms around me." He nodded and slipped into the bed with her, holding her close. He sighed against her shoulder and fell into sleep himself.
This is how the healers found them, cuddled together like children in sleep. The head healer coughed politely. "Prince Legolas? " Legolas half sat up in the bed, one arm still wrapped around Brianna. She stirred and woke, and then began to shiver in fear at the sight of these unknown, untrusted male Elves.
"Yes? "
"A messenger has arrived from Mirkwood, with a message for you, Prince. "
"Brianna, I have to go with these Elves, but I will be back and you will be safe here."
"No, no, no, no, nonononono!"
"Brianna, I must. Stay here. You are still weak." Legolas kissed her quickly on the forehead, and then got out of the bed. She cried out pathetically in loss, and then hid herself under the coverlets. Shaking in terror, she hid herself away from the Elves' eyes. If she could not see them, then they could not see her. Legolas' hand clenched in anger. "I am glad that I killed the yrchs that did this to her. But the cause of this evil is not yet destroyed. Pray to the Valar that Frodo succeeds, and Sauron is brought to ruin. " He shook his head, and reached for the garments that one of the healers held out to him. Quickly, he dressed himself, ignoring their offers of aid. He had gotten used to dressing himself over the years with Aragorn, and now disliked people aiding him. Anyway, he was still recovering, so they could be glad that he could see them at all. He stroked the lump in the bed sheets that was Brianna. "I will be back soon, try and sleep."
