The Morning After
The Lord of Imladris walked towards the hobbits' room. He was intent on seeing how the Ringbearer was faring after the dinner party the twins had hosted.
His sons.
Elrond was slightly annoyed with them to say the least. Elladan and Elrohir were considered very fine warriors abroad and at home. They were well known in their dealings with the Dunedain. But get them home for a few days and they began looking for ways to cause mischief.
A pure predatory look crossed Elrond's face. The twins didn't know it yet but they would be the one's to visit Thranduil. It was well known that the King would not be pleased about Legolas' departure. Elrond believed what he told Rowan last night, that Legolas should go, he was meant to go.
Coming to the room Elrond knocked on the door before entering. He was slightly surprised to find three of the hobbit's curled up on the large bed. Frodo. Samwise. Meriadoc. Now where was Perigrin?
Frodo shifted until he could see who their visitor was. "Lord Elrond?"
"Don't shout Frodo." Merry muttered as he pulled a pillow over his head.
Elrond looked at the wan faces critically. "I believe you are not feeling well?"
"That's a fact." Sam whispered.
"No Lord Elrond I am afraid we are not." Frodo said quietly. "I apologize for the inconvience."
"Not at all." Elrond murmured resting a cool hand against Frodo's forehead. "Let's see what we can do about getting you all on your feet."
"That feel's nice." Frodo remarked.
"Hoy Frodo!" A cheerful voice shouted. "Merry!"
There were three groans of protest as Pippin darted into the room his arms ladened with sweetcakes.
Elrond looked at the youngest in surprise. Perigrin did not see to be having any trouble this morning. In fact he seemed to be bubbling with energy.
Noticing Elrond, Pippin skidded to a halt, giving a small bow. "Lord Elrond."
"Perigrin. It is good to see you are well."
"Oh yes, quite well." Pippin turned to his cousins. "Merry look what Ihunaew gave me. They just came out of the oven and everything."
Merry looked at the cakes and shuddered. "Not now Pip."
"Come on youse guys." Pippin whined loudly climbing up to bounce on the bed. "You've been in bed all morning!"
"PERIGRIN!" The three hobbits growled.
Elrond's eyebrow shot up. It was becoming aparent that the three older hobbits would surely choke Perigrin if he was allowed to stay much longer. "Young Pippin, why don't you come with me. You could be of some assistance."
Pippin perked up. "Really?"
Elrond nodded.
Sam hauled himself up from the bed a moment turning bleary eyes to Elrond. "Master Elrond, sir. That may not be a good idea, sir."
"Sam he's an elf." Merry groaned. "I'm sure he'll be able to handle Pippin."
~*~*~*~
After sending Pippin to help Ihunaew with instructions to make a broth for the sick hobbits, Elrond made his way to his son's rooms. Entering Elladan's chamber he found the older twin lying face down on the bed still in his rumpled clothing from last night.
"Wake up Elladan." Elrond commanded gently before moving to the adjoing door. Elrond looked in at his other son. "Wake Elrohir."
Elrohir rolled over towards his father a frown on his face. "Ada?"
"I need to speak with you." Elrohir nodded pulling a robe on. Elrond turned back to find Elladan had not moved. He shook his son's shoulder. "Elladan up."
"Oh Ada." Elladan groaned in protest as he rolled into a sitting position rubbing his eyes sleepily. Elrohir stumbled into his twin's chambers and crawled up onto the bed.
"Don't you Ada me. I should have had you two up at the crack of dawn. So far I have three very sick hobbits on my hands." Elrond gazed sternly at his two sons a moment. "What is this drink you gave them? Is there anything I should know about it?"
The twins shared a look.
"Remember Arathorn's second in command?" asked Elladan.
Elrond nodded.
"It was his own brew." Elrohir added. "It was pretty potent. I had a hangover-"
Elrond looked curious. "You had a hangover?"
Elrohir nodded. "Both Elladan and I were sick."
"Only for a day." Elladan added wrinkling his nose. "If mortals feel like that after drinking it is a wonder they go near the stuff."
"Aragorn was worse off than we were. He was sick for three days." The younger twin continued.
Elrond was thankful that he had gotten use to the way the twins talked or he would have been confused. Elrohir's last comment sunk in then. "Three days?"
Elrohir nodded vigoursly. "After that he swore he'd never touch the stuff again."
"He drank it last night." Elrond pointed out.
A grin plastered itself on Elladan's face. "Oh we altered it slightly."
The Lord of Imladris sighed. "Is there anymore of this stuff laying around?"
The twins looked at each other a moment before turning to their father innocent smiles on their faces. "No Ada."
They were lying. Elrond knew it. "I do not want that stuff distributed to any member of the Fellowship again. Do you understand?"
The twins nodded.
"I want you both dressed. You can make yourselves useful and help. Then I want you to visit the kitchens. It seems as though young Perigrin is the only one not affected by your brew. He is helping Ihunaew in the kitchen."
"Yes Ada." The twins replied meekly.
"I'm going to check on Estel. I expect to see you shortly."
~*~*~*~
Elrond entered Aragorn's chambers. A large lump under the covers let him know that Aragorn was there and obviously not feeling well. "Estel?"
Aragorn groaned but stayed buried. "Aadna phlease."
"I take it you are not feeling well either."
"I fheels likes a hord of orcz gots me and mi tongue is shtuck to the woof of me mouth."
Elrond shook his head. "I am going to brew some Raspberry tea, I will have some brought to you."
"No."
"Aragorn."
"No, I hill be shick."
Elrond frowned. "Aragorn. It'll make-"
"Lord Elrond!"
Aragorn groaned shifting deeper under the covers. Elrond looked up to see a very distressed Rowan. "What is it Rowan?"
"My Lord, Legolas is sick." The chestnut haired elf answered.
"I'll be right there."
~*~*~*~
Elladan and Elrohir entered the kitchen to find a mess. Food and dishes were everywhere. There wasn't a clean spot anywhere.
"What happened?" Elrohir murmured.
"I'll tell you what happened," came a digruntled voice behind them.
The twins turned to find a flour covered Ihunaew behind them. The Imladris cook had white streaks though her normally deep auburn hair, signs of strawberry jam covered her dress, and there was a chocolate streak across one fair cheek. The twins would have laughed if the look in the cook's eye hadn't threaten death.
"That little scamp that Elrond has sent decided he was going to cook a surprise! I left to look for some basil in the pantry. I was gone for a moment only! A moment! When I came back this is what I find!"
"Come down Ihunaew." Elrohir soothed the older she elf.
"Don't you tell me calm." She threatened. "Look at my kitchen!"
"We'll fix this." Elladan reassured.
"You're right you'll fix it." She turned grabbing a mop, broom and bucket and thrusting it into their hands. "Get cleaning."
~*~*~*~
"Calm down Rowan." Elrond soothed. "I'm sure Legolas will be fine."
"He couldn't keep his breakfast down my Lord." Rowan returned. "He says he hurts too but he is not injured."
Elrond bit back a smile. "Rowan have you ever spent any time around men?"
"No," Rowan looked confused. "Except for Strider on occasion."
"I believe Legolas is suffering from what men term as a hangover."
Rowan stopped staring at the eldar elf in disbelief. "But he is an elf! Elves don't get sick."
"The brew he was drinking last night has made him ill." Elrond explained patiently.
"You mean he was poisoned!"
The Lord of Imladris rubbed his temples before taking the younger elf by the arm and leading him down the hall. "Nothing so complicated Rowan. My sons have suffered from this, so I am told. They said the ailments last for about a day or so."
They entered Legolas' room to find the blonde archer sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest and his head buried in his arms.
"Good morning young Prince. I hear you are not feeling well." Elrond said quietly as he sat down beside Legolas.
Legolas looked up wearily. The younger elf's face was flushed with heat. "Lord Elrond." Legolas greeted. "No I am afraid I am not."
"Do you remember what happened last night?"
"We had that dinner last night, the whole Fellowship." Legolas' brow creased in thought. "That's strange...I do not remember much after that though...Where we attacked?"
Elrond smiled. "This is Imladris Legolas, not Mirkwood. No I am afraid you are suffering from a hangover."
"I am an elf. Elves don't get sick."
"Legolas you've spent plenty of time in Aragorn's company. You know what he's like when he has a hangover." Elrond soothed. "What you were drinking last night was very potent. I am told it has given more than one elf a hangover."
"How do I make it go away?"
Elrond chuckled. "It is not that easy Legolas. There is no 'cure' for it except to let it run it's course. I shall make you some raspberry tea to help sooth your stomach and I suggest lots of rest."
A knock redirected everyone's attention. Glorfindel stepped into the room with a smug look on his face. Elrond felt a headache forming. "Yes Glorfindel what is it?"
"There is a matter requiring your assistance, it concerns a small hobbit lad."
~*~*~*~
Pippin after delivering his special secret recipe to his sick brethern decided that he needed some medicine to get his cousins better. Now his mother had always made chamomile tea for him when he was ill. So with this thought in mind he headed to the gardens looking for said plant.
The gardens were much bigger than he had anticipated. Flowers and shrubs of every shape and size imanginable covered every square inch. Careful not to tramp on any of the plants Pippin slowly worked his way through the garden.
He was a little frustrated. He knew less of plants than he would have like. Pippin was sure if Sam was there he would have found the plant rather quickly. The young hobbit could only name several herbs and only because his mother had insisted he learn those few. He could almost hear his mother telling him that; you never know when it'll come in hand. With renewed determination he searched.
It took a while but he finally found the daisy looking plant. With a crow of delight he gathered a small bundle of the herb tucking it carefully into his pocket. He turned to go but something bright caught his eye. He turned to look and found a small strawberry patch nearby. He perked up happily. He picked a few popping the rosy fruit into his mouth. Hmmm. Delicous.
Pippin bit his lip in hesitation before filling his other pocket with the fruit. Immensily pleased with himself he began to make his way out of the garden. The hobbit stopped hearing voices coming around the bend. He ducked behind a large shrub.
Arwen and another female elf were making their way into the garden talking in that musical language of their's. Pippin became aware of his dirt covered clothes and the green fronds sticking out of his pockets. His mother would not be pleased at his apperance in front of such a lady. Arwen was very beautiful even to his young hobbit eyes. Not wanting to embarass himself in front of her he stayed where he was.
His plan would have worked if Arwen and the other elf had not made their way over to the bush were he was hiding. The female elf leaned in pulling out a knife to cut several of the woody branches. At the sight of the knife approaching to close to his curls Pippin let out a small screech.
Arwen and the other elf just as startled let out cries of their own. Taking that as his cue Pippin darted further into the brush and up towards the house.
The Lord of Imladris walked towards the hobbits' room. He was intent on seeing how the Ringbearer was faring after the dinner party the twins had hosted.
His sons.
Elrond was slightly annoyed with them to say the least. Elladan and Elrohir were considered very fine warriors abroad and at home. They were well known in their dealings with the Dunedain. But get them home for a few days and they began looking for ways to cause mischief.
A pure predatory look crossed Elrond's face. The twins didn't know it yet but they would be the one's to visit Thranduil. It was well known that the King would not be pleased about Legolas' departure. Elrond believed what he told Rowan last night, that Legolas should go, he was meant to go.
Coming to the room Elrond knocked on the door before entering. He was slightly surprised to find three of the hobbit's curled up on the large bed. Frodo. Samwise. Meriadoc. Now where was Perigrin?
Frodo shifted until he could see who their visitor was. "Lord Elrond?"
"Don't shout Frodo." Merry muttered as he pulled a pillow over his head.
Elrond looked at the wan faces critically. "I believe you are not feeling well?"
"That's a fact." Sam whispered.
"No Lord Elrond I am afraid we are not." Frodo said quietly. "I apologize for the inconvience."
"Not at all." Elrond murmured resting a cool hand against Frodo's forehead. "Let's see what we can do about getting you all on your feet."
"That feel's nice." Frodo remarked.
"Hoy Frodo!" A cheerful voice shouted. "Merry!"
There were three groans of protest as Pippin darted into the room his arms ladened with sweetcakes.
Elrond looked at the youngest in surprise. Perigrin did not see to be having any trouble this morning. In fact he seemed to be bubbling with energy.
Noticing Elrond, Pippin skidded to a halt, giving a small bow. "Lord Elrond."
"Perigrin. It is good to see you are well."
"Oh yes, quite well." Pippin turned to his cousins. "Merry look what Ihunaew gave me. They just came out of the oven and everything."
Merry looked at the cakes and shuddered. "Not now Pip."
"Come on youse guys." Pippin whined loudly climbing up to bounce on the bed. "You've been in bed all morning!"
"PERIGRIN!" The three hobbits growled.
Elrond's eyebrow shot up. It was becoming aparent that the three older hobbits would surely choke Perigrin if he was allowed to stay much longer. "Young Pippin, why don't you come with me. You could be of some assistance."
Pippin perked up. "Really?"
Elrond nodded.
Sam hauled himself up from the bed a moment turning bleary eyes to Elrond. "Master Elrond, sir. That may not be a good idea, sir."
"Sam he's an elf." Merry groaned. "I'm sure he'll be able to handle Pippin."
~*~*~*~
After sending Pippin to help Ihunaew with instructions to make a broth for the sick hobbits, Elrond made his way to his son's rooms. Entering Elladan's chamber he found the older twin lying face down on the bed still in his rumpled clothing from last night.
"Wake up Elladan." Elrond commanded gently before moving to the adjoing door. Elrond looked in at his other son. "Wake Elrohir."
Elrohir rolled over towards his father a frown on his face. "Ada?"
"I need to speak with you." Elrohir nodded pulling a robe on. Elrond turned back to find Elladan had not moved. He shook his son's shoulder. "Elladan up."
"Oh Ada." Elladan groaned in protest as he rolled into a sitting position rubbing his eyes sleepily. Elrohir stumbled into his twin's chambers and crawled up onto the bed.
"Don't you Ada me. I should have had you two up at the crack of dawn. So far I have three very sick hobbits on my hands." Elrond gazed sternly at his two sons a moment. "What is this drink you gave them? Is there anything I should know about it?"
The twins shared a look.
"Remember Arathorn's second in command?" asked Elladan.
Elrond nodded.
"It was his own brew." Elrohir added. "It was pretty potent. I had a hangover-"
Elrond looked curious. "You had a hangover?"
Elrohir nodded. "Both Elladan and I were sick."
"Only for a day." Elladan added wrinkling his nose. "If mortals feel like that after drinking it is a wonder they go near the stuff."
"Aragorn was worse off than we were. He was sick for three days." The younger twin continued.
Elrond was thankful that he had gotten use to the way the twins talked or he would have been confused. Elrohir's last comment sunk in then. "Three days?"
Elrohir nodded vigoursly. "After that he swore he'd never touch the stuff again."
"He drank it last night." Elrond pointed out.
A grin plastered itself on Elladan's face. "Oh we altered it slightly."
The Lord of Imladris sighed. "Is there anymore of this stuff laying around?"
The twins looked at each other a moment before turning to their father innocent smiles on their faces. "No Ada."
They were lying. Elrond knew it. "I do not want that stuff distributed to any member of the Fellowship again. Do you understand?"
The twins nodded.
"I want you both dressed. You can make yourselves useful and help. Then I want you to visit the kitchens. It seems as though young Perigrin is the only one not affected by your brew. He is helping Ihunaew in the kitchen."
"Yes Ada." The twins replied meekly.
"I'm going to check on Estel. I expect to see you shortly."
~*~*~*~
Elrond entered Aragorn's chambers. A large lump under the covers let him know that Aragorn was there and obviously not feeling well. "Estel?"
Aragorn groaned but stayed buried. "Aadna phlease."
"I take it you are not feeling well either."
"I fheels likes a hord of orcz gots me and mi tongue is shtuck to the woof of me mouth."
Elrond shook his head. "I am going to brew some Raspberry tea, I will have some brought to you."
"No."
"Aragorn."
"No, I hill be shick."
Elrond frowned. "Aragorn. It'll make-"
"Lord Elrond!"
Aragorn groaned shifting deeper under the covers. Elrond looked up to see a very distressed Rowan. "What is it Rowan?"
"My Lord, Legolas is sick." The chestnut haired elf answered.
"I'll be right there."
~*~*~*~
Elladan and Elrohir entered the kitchen to find a mess. Food and dishes were everywhere. There wasn't a clean spot anywhere.
"What happened?" Elrohir murmured.
"I'll tell you what happened," came a digruntled voice behind them.
The twins turned to find a flour covered Ihunaew behind them. The Imladris cook had white streaks though her normally deep auburn hair, signs of strawberry jam covered her dress, and there was a chocolate streak across one fair cheek. The twins would have laughed if the look in the cook's eye hadn't threaten death.
"That little scamp that Elrond has sent decided he was going to cook a surprise! I left to look for some basil in the pantry. I was gone for a moment only! A moment! When I came back this is what I find!"
"Come down Ihunaew." Elrohir soothed the older she elf.
"Don't you tell me calm." She threatened. "Look at my kitchen!"
"We'll fix this." Elladan reassured.
"You're right you'll fix it." She turned grabbing a mop, broom and bucket and thrusting it into their hands. "Get cleaning."
~*~*~*~
"Calm down Rowan." Elrond soothed. "I'm sure Legolas will be fine."
"He couldn't keep his breakfast down my Lord." Rowan returned. "He says he hurts too but he is not injured."
Elrond bit back a smile. "Rowan have you ever spent any time around men?"
"No," Rowan looked confused. "Except for Strider on occasion."
"I believe Legolas is suffering from what men term as a hangover."
Rowan stopped staring at the eldar elf in disbelief. "But he is an elf! Elves don't get sick."
"The brew he was drinking last night has made him ill." Elrond explained patiently.
"You mean he was poisoned!"
The Lord of Imladris rubbed his temples before taking the younger elf by the arm and leading him down the hall. "Nothing so complicated Rowan. My sons have suffered from this, so I am told. They said the ailments last for about a day or so."
They entered Legolas' room to find the blonde archer sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest and his head buried in his arms.
"Good morning young Prince. I hear you are not feeling well." Elrond said quietly as he sat down beside Legolas.
Legolas looked up wearily. The younger elf's face was flushed with heat. "Lord Elrond." Legolas greeted. "No I am afraid I am not."
"Do you remember what happened last night?"
"We had that dinner last night, the whole Fellowship." Legolas' brow creased in thought. "That's strange...I do not remember much after that though...Where we attacked?"
Elrond smiled. "This is Imladris Legolas, not Mirkwood. No I am afraid you are suffering from a hangover."
"I am an elf. Elves don't get sick."
"Legolas you've spent plenty of time in Aragorn's company. You know what he's like when he has a hangover." Elrond soothed. "What you were drinking last night was very potent. I am told it has given more than one elf a hangover."
"How do I make it go away?"
Elrond chuckled. "It is not that easy Legolas. There is no 'cure' for it except to let it run it's course. I shall make you some raspberry tea to help sooth your stomach and I suggest lots of rest."
A knock redirected everyone's attention. Glorfindel stepped into the room with a smug look on his face. Elrond felt a headache forming. "Yes Glorfindel what is it?"
"There is a matter requiring your assistance, it concerns a small hobbit lad."
~*~*~*~
Pippin after delivering his special secret recipe to his sick brethern decided that he needed some medicine to get his cousins better. Now his mother had always made chamomile tea for him when he was ill. So with this thought in mind he headed to the gardens looking for said plant.
The gardens were much bigger than he had anticipated. Flowers and shrubs of every shape and size imanginable covered every square inch. Careful not to tramp on any of the plants Pippin slowly worked his way through the garden.
He was a little frustrated. He knew less of plants than he would have like. Pippin was sure if Sam was there he would have found the plant rather quickly. The young hobbit could only name several herbs and only because his mother had insisted he learn those few. He could almost hear his mother telling him that; you never know when it'll come in hand. With renewed determination he searched.
It took a while but he finally found the daisy looking plant. With a crow of delight he gathered a small bundle of the herb tucking it carefully into his pocket. He turned to go but something bright caught his eye. He turned to look and found a small strawberry patch nearby. He perked up happily. He picked a few popping the rosy fruit into his mouth. Hmmm. Delicous.
Pippin bit his lip in hesitation before filling his other pocket with the fruit. Immensily pleased with himself he began to make his way out of the garden. The hobbit stopped hearing voices coming around the bend. He ducked behind a large shrub.
Arwen and another female elf were making their way into the garden talking in that musical language of their's. Pippin became aware of his dirt covered clothes and the green fronds sticking out of his pockets. His mother would not be pleased at his apperance in front of such a lady. Arwen was very beautiful even to his young hobbit eyes. Not wanting to embarass himself in front of her he stayed where he was.
His plan would have worked if Arwen and the other elf had not made their way over to the bush were he was hiding. The female elf leaned in pulling out a knife to cut several of the woody branches. At the sight of the knife approaching to close to his curls Pippin let out a small screech.
Arwen and the other elf just as startled let out cries of their own. Taking that as his cue Pippin darted further into the brush and up towards the house.