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Ships in the Sky Chapter Seven- Far From Home

Legolas opened his eyes and gazed around him. He was in his room at home, back in the Wood. He could hear his mother singing in the next room as she prepared his supper. She entered the room, her face radiantly serene and voice gently chiding.

'Legolas, you should be sleeping. That was bad fall you took from that tree- you are too young yet to play with the older boys.'

'But I want to be a hunter and warrior like them, nana!'

'You will tithen cunnîn, you will.' She began to sing again, this time the lullaby that she always sang to him.

'Nana, when I am grown will I be a warrior?'

'Yes, you will be a mighty warrior. You will carry out many brave deeds and make many friends.' Her loving hand stroked his head, taking away the pain.

He smiled as he drifted away into sleep. He was safe…he was home.

His mother had stopped singing. He opened his eyes. What had happened? What was this strange place? It was bright and smelt of iron and men. Then he remembered- his mother had gone to the Grey Havens many years ago, leaving him and his father together in the echoing empty halls of the forest. Tears welled into his eyes, he hadn't realised how much he missed her until now, until he was alone in this strange place.

A gentle voice at his side made him blink away his tears.

'How do you feel Legolas?'

It was the one called Phlox, staring down at him and looking perplexed.

'Are you in much pain?'

It was all coming back to him now, the battle, being shot by the Uruk-hai, being rescued and ending up here. He tentively moved his arm. It hurt, but not too much.

'No, the pain has nearly gone.' Then in somewhat embarrassed explanation of his tears, 'I dreamt of my mother, that she stroked away the pain as she used to do when I was young.'

Phlox nodded, 'Where is she now, your mother?'

'She went to the Grey Havens many years ago. I didn't realise I still missed her so much.'

Phlox nodded again. Obviously he was remembering his dead mother. It was strange the way that happened. He offered him a cup of herbal tea.

'This will help your body to heal and strengthen your blood. Will you take it?'

Legolas nodded and tried to sit up but the room began to spiral. He hastily lay down again but Phlox helped him to sit, placing a pillow under his shoulder and then holding the cup to his lips. Without thinking he took a large sip, and nearly choked. It was foul! He attempt to push the cup away- he wasn't drinking that!

'Not so keen on this one are you? Don't tell me you've never used red beet and nettles in a tea?'

'I've never used it, but it has been forced on me by Lord Elrond in the past.'

'And what was that for?'

The Elf blushed. 'I had an accident with a sword while sparring with one of his sons.'

'An accident with a sword?'

'Yes, an accident, I tripped and fell on Aragorn's sword. It went right through my leg. Elrond was fuming, especially after I bled all over the library floor. He threatened to send me home to my father unless we stopped our foolishness. But it was partially the twins' fault as well.'

'The twins?'

'Elladan and Elrohir, Elrond's other sons.'

'And they are elves as well?'

'Yes. Well actually Aragorn is a Man, but Elrond adopted him when his parents died.'

Phlox ponder this information. So there were humans where this Elf came from. He offered the cup again but Legolas moved his head away.

'And how did this Elrond get you to drink his tea?'

'They held me down and forced me.' Then he looked at Phlox's face. 'On second thoughts, maybe I will drink it.'