~*~*~*~
"What did young Perigrin do now?"
Glorfindel straightened cocking an eyebrow in confusion. "Pippin? What did he do before?"
Elrond sighed in relief. "It is not Pippin then?"
"No. Master Merry in fact." Glorfindel grinned. "He says he wishes for death and wonders if there is anyway you can be convinced to make herbal tea for him."
Elrond laughed softly. "He is not the only one. Aragorn and Legolas are sick and so are Frodo and Sam."
"And the rest of the Fellowship?"
Elrond shrugged. "I haven't gotten that far yet."
"May I-" Glorfindel was interrupted by two feminine screams. Both elf lords looked in the direction of the gardens.
"That was Arwen!" Elrond started forward.
"No my lord I will go." Glorfindel replied sprinting down the hall.
"By Elebreth I do not think so!" Elrond growled and raced after his senchal.
Entering the garden they found Arwen and Ruvinel sitting on one of the stone benches laughing softly among themselves. Glorfindel and Elrond both looked around for any signs of danger.
"Arwen?" Elrond asked his daughter.
"No tis alright Ada." Arwen replied. "I am afraid we startled one of the hobbits."
"Or more correctly he startled us." Ruvinel added.
"A hobbit?" Glorfindel blinked a smile forming.
"Yes the little one." Arwen answered.
Elrond looked around. "Do you know where he went?"
"Back towards the house. I think he was just as spooked as we were."
Elrond turned to Glorfindel. "Do you want to find Perigrin? I want to brew some tea for the others. When you find him keep him with you; I will send somebody to watch the youth."
Glorfindel nodded. "Yes my Lord."
~*~*~*~
Gandalf opened his eyes slowly. His eyelids felt like they were weighed down by rocks. He almost laughed at the absurd thought. That was not a possibility. Finally getting his lids to cooperate Gandalf looked about the room slowly.
He blinked several times. It was still very dark in here. He could make out the dim shapes of the furniture but there were no colors, only greys and blacks.
Well that wouldn't do.
The wizard chanted a commanding spell and the room was suddenly lit with a bright white light.
With a groan Gandalf covered his eyes. That was too bright.
Muttering some other words the light dimmed and Gandalf carefully removed his hand from his eyes.
Ah, that was much better.
~*~*~*~
Elrond had finished brewing the tea and was heading towards the hobbits' room when Elladan and Elrohir came racing around the corner. The Lord of Imladris looked at his disheveled sons for a moment, then decided he didn't want to know. "Where have you two been? You were to check the kitchens, then come and talk to me."
"It wasn't our fault!" Elladan protested.
"Ihunaew had us clean the kitchen." Elrohir added.
"The hobbit wrecked it!"
"Ihunaew is quite upset." Elrohir said. "You may have to talk to her."
Elrond looked between his sons a moment. They were telling the truth for a change. "Fine, I believe you. Now Glorfindel has Perigrin in his care, I want you two to keep the youth entertained and out of mischief."
"What do you want us to do with him?" Elladan asked clearly puzzled.
Elrond glowered at his son. "Elladan you were around when Estel was growing up; I'm sure you can think of something."
"Yes, but a lot of what we taught him I don't think you want us to teach the hobbit." Elrohir murmured.
Elrond closed his eyes and counted to ten. "I will pretend I didn't hear that. Take him for a walk; teach him some games; just nothing that will get him into trouble."
"Yes Ada," the twins said in unison before heading off.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel having been relieved of his young charge, headed towards the guest quarters. He had promised to check on Lord Boromir. The golden haired senschal smirked, remembering the antics of the men. Knowing men, the Steward was probably cursing his own existence. Coming to the door Glorfindel knocked gently waiting for the man to answer.
"Come in."
Glorfindel frowned. The whispered command had been so soft he wasn't even sure he had heard it. Glorfindel stepped into the room finding that the long curtains had been pulled allowing for little light. It was quite easy for him to find the man despite the dimness of the room. Boromir wore a sleeping robe and was sitting in one of the chairs, a cold cloth draped over his eyes.
"Please quite stomping around." Boromir groaned softly as Glorfindel came to stand beside him.
"Stomping?" Glorfindel cocked his head in curiosity. Well that was a first. He had never been accused of stomping before. In fact it would have been nearly impossible for an elf to stomp anywhere because they were so light of foot.
"Yes stomping." The man whispered. "And now you're shouting."
Glorfindel felt laughter bubbling up but choked it down. "My Lord Elrond sent me to see if you would like a soothing tea or any breakfast this morning."
"Ah tea sounds great."
"Then I will be back with your tea my Lord." Glorfindel hurried out of the room making it into the garden before bursting into laughter.
~*~*~*~
Elrond was in the infirmary crushing herbs for the tea when Ihunaew stormed in. Elrond looked up at the head cook raising an eyebrow. "Is something wrong my lady?"
Ihunaew's green eyes glared daggers. "First my kitchen, I could have let that go, but now the garden. You must take control of that little scamp. If he keeps it up we may not have desserts or cakes for the next century. Really Lord Elrond, I insist if he keeps it up you will have to find a new cook! It's bad enough I have had to deal with your sons-"
Elrond raised his hand forestalling her tirade. "Peace Ihunaew. Perhaps I could help you if you tell me what is amiss this time."
The she elf took a deep breath. "It seems there are no more strawberries in the garden. Added to that I have not had any mushrooms for cooking since the hobbits arrived. Someone has also liberated several dishes that I have prepared for the noon meal. Now I demand you do something about it!"
Elrond sighed. This was promising to be a long day.
~*~*~*~
Legolas rolled over in his bed to find Rowan standing staring out the balcony. His friend turned feeling Legolas' gaze. Rowan stepped towards his prince in concern.
"Legolas?"
The blonde gave him a weak smile. "Rowan why don't you go out for a while. There is nothing you can do anyhow."
"No I will stay with you."
Legolas sighed. "Rowan I am fine. I feel much better than I did this morning at any rate. Go and enjoy yourself there is no reason to fuss over me."
Rowan hesitated.
"Don't make it an order my friend." Legolas grinned. "Why don't you visit that she elf you've had your eye on for the last century."
A faint red flush spread across Rowan's cheeks.
Legolas' smile widened. "I don't plan on seeing you for the rest of the day, that's an order."
Rowan gave his friend a wry grin. "Fine, I'll go, but if you need anything-"
"I'll send for you." Legolas finished. "Yes I know, now go."
Legolas waited until he could no longer hear the other elf's footsteps before sliding out from under the covers. The room spun dizzily for a moment and a wave of heat flushed through the elf. Legolas sat still, breathing slowly as he waited for the nausea to go away. Pulling a robe on he gingerly made his way to his feet before heading out the door.
Legolas never realized how far away Aragorn's room was. One hand rested against the wall as he moved, while the other curled protectively against his stomach.
How could mortals do this? If this is what it felt like to be sick he wanted to return to the world of immortality. Immediately if not sooner.
Entering the room he found Aragorn buried under the covers. "Aragorn?"
"Leglish?" Came the muffled reply. "Ishat you?"
Legolas nodded then realizing his friend could not see the gesture spoke. "Yes."
"Sarwy there ish no way I'm going hunting whit you today." Aragorn replied. "I am schick."
Legolas collapsed bonelessly onto the bed to sit beside his blanket-covered friend. Aragorn let out a bleat of protest against the motion. "Do not worry my friend for I am not feeling well either."
A hand reached up to pull back the covers revealing one silver eye.
TBC
I'm evil aren't I?
"What did young Perigrin do now?"
Glorfindel straightened cocking an eyebrow in confusion. "Pippin? What did he do before?"
Elrond sighed in relief. "It is not Pippin then?"
"No. Master Merry in fact." Glorfindel grinned. "He says he wishes for death and wonders if there is anyway you can be convinced to make herbal tea for him."
Elrond laughed softly. "He is not the only one. Aragorn and Legolas are sick and so are Frodo and Sam."
"And the rest of the Fellowship?"
Elrond shrugged. "I haven't gotten that far yet."
"May I-" Glorfindel was interrupted by two feminine screams. Both elf lords looked in the direction of the gardens.
"That was Arwen!" Elrond started forward.
"No my lord I will go." Glorfindel replied sprinting down the hall.
"By Elebreth I do not think so!" Elrond growled and raced after his senchal.
Entering the garden they found Arwen and Ruvinel sitting on one of the stone benches laughing softly among themselves. Glorfindel and Elrond both looked around for any signs of danger.
"Arwen?" Elrond asked his daughter.
"No tis alright Ada." Arwen replied. "I am afraid we startled one of the hobbits."
"Or more correctly he startled us." Ruvinel added.
"A hobbit?" Glorfindel blinked a smile forming.
"Yes the little one." Arwen answered.
Elrond looked around. "Do you know where he went?"
"Back towards the house. I think he was just as spooked as we were."
Elrond turned to Glorfindel. "Do you want to find Perigrin? I want to brew some tea for the others. When you find him keep him with you; I will send somebody to watch the youth."
Glorfindel nodded. "Yes my Lord."
~*~*~*~
Gandalf opened his eyes slowly. His eyelids felt like they were weighed down by rocks. He almost laughed at the absurd thought. That was not a possibility. Finally getting his lids to cooperate Gandalf looked about the room slowly.
He blinked several times. It was still very dark in here. He could make out the dim shapes of the furniture but there were no colors, only greys and blacks.
Well that wouldn't do.
The wizard chanted a commanding spell and the room was suddenly lit with a bright white light.
With a groan Gandalf covered his eyes. That was too bright.
Muttering some other words the light dimmed and Gandalf carefully removed his hand from his eyes.
Ah, that was much better.
~*~*~*~
Elrond had finished brewing the tea and was heading towards the hobbits' room when Elladan and Elrohir came racing around the corner. The Lord of Imladris looked at his disheveled sons for a moment, then decided he didn't want to know. "Where have you two been? You were to check the kitchens, then come and talk to me."
"It wasn't our fault!" Elladan protested.
"Ihunaew had us clean the kitchen." Elrohir added.
"The hobbit wrecked it!"
"Ihunaew is quite upset." Elrohir said. "You may have to talk to her."
Elrond looked between his sons a moment. They were telling the truth for a change. "Fine, I believe you. Now Glorfindel has Perigrin in his care, I want you two to keep the youth entertained and out of mischief."
"What do you want us to do with him?" Elladan asked clearly puzzled.
Elrond glowered at his son. "Elladan you were around when Estel was growing up; I'm sure you can think of something."
"Yes, but a lot of what we taught him I don't think you want us to teach the hobbit." Elrohir murmured.
Elrond closed his eyes and counted to ten. "I will pretend I didn't hear that. Take him for a walk; teach him some games; just nothing that will get him into trouble."
"Yes Ada," the twins said in unison before heading off.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel having been relieved of his young charge, headed towards the guest quarters. He had promised to check on Lord Boromir. The golden haired senschal smirked, remembering the antics of the men. Knowing men, the Steward was probably cursing his own existence. Coming to the door Glorfindel knocked gently waiting for the man to answer.
"Come in."
Glorfindel frowned. The whispered command had been so soft he wasn't even sure he had heard it. Glorfindel stepped into the room finding that the long curtains had been pulled allowing for little light. It was quite easy for him to find the man despite the dimness of the room. Boromir wore a sleeping robe and was sitting in one of the chairs, a cold cloth draped over his eyes.
"Please quite stomping around." Boromir groaned softly as Glorfindel came to stand beside him.
"Stomping?" Glorfindel cocked his head in curiosity. Well that was a first. He had never been accused of stomping before. In fact it would have been nearly impossible for an elf to stomp anywhere because they were so light of foot.
"Yes stomping." The man whispered. "And now you're shouting."
Glorfindel felt laughter bubbling up but choked it down. "My Lord Elrond sent me to see if you would like a soothing tea or any breakfast this morning."
"Ah tea sounds great."
"Then I will be back with your tea my Lord." Glorfindel hurried out of the room making it into the garden before bursting into laughter.
~*~*~*~
Elrond was in the infirmary crushing herbs for the tea when Ihunaew stormed in. Elrond looked up at the head cook raising an eyebrow. "Is something wrong my lady?"
Ihunaew's green eyes glared daggers. "First my kitchen, I could have let that go, but now the garden. You must take control of that little scamp. If he keeps it up we may not have desserts or cakes for the next century. Really Lord Elrond, I insist if he keeps it up you will have to find a new cook! It's bad enough I have had to deal with your sons-"
Elrond raised his hand forestalling her tirade. "Peace Ihunaew. Perhaps I could help you if you tell me what is amiss this time."
The she elf took a deep breath. "It seems there are no more strawberries in the garden. Added to that I have not had any mushrooms for cooking since the hobbits arrived. Someone has also liberated several dishes that I have prepared for the noon meal. Now I demand you do something about it!"
Elrond sighed. This was promising to be a long day.
~*~*~*~
Legolas rolled over in his bed to find Rowan standing staring out the balcony. His friend turned feeling Legolas' gaze. Rowan stepped towards his prince in concern.
"Legolas?"
The blonde gave him a weak smile. "Rowan why don't you go out for a while. There is nothing you can do anyhow."
"No I will stay with you."
Legolas sighed. "Rowan I am fine. I feel much better than I did this morning at any rate. Go and enjoy yourself there is no reason to fuss over me."
Rowan hesitated.
"Don't make it an order my friend." Legolas grinned. "Why don't you visit that she elf you've had your eye on for the last century."
A faint red flush spread across Rowan's cheeks.
Legolas' smile widened. "I don't plan on seeing you for the rest of the day, that's an order."
Rowan gave his friend a wry grin. "Fine, I'll go, but if you need anything-"
"I'll send for you." Legolas finished. "Yes I know, now go."
Legolas waited until he could no longer hear the other elf's footsteps before sliding out from under the covers. The room spun dizzily for a moment and a wave of heat flushed through the elf. Legolas sat still, breathing slowly as he waited for the nausea to go away. Pulling a robe on he gingerly made his way to his feet before heading out the door.
Legolas never realized how far away Aragorn's room was. One hand rested against the wall as he moved, while the other curled protectively against his stomach.
How could mortals do this? If this is what it felt like to be sick he wanted to return to the world of immortality. Immediately if not sooner.
Entering the room he found Aragorn buried under the covers. "Aragorn?"
"Leglish?" Came the muffled reply. "Ishat you?"
Legolas nodded then realizing his friend could not see the gesture spoke. "Yes."
"Sarwy there ish no way I'm going hunting whit you today." Aragorn replied. "I am schick."
Legolas collapsed bonelessly onto the bed to sit beside his blanket-covered friend. Aragorn let out a bleat of protest against the motion. "Do not worry my friend for I am not feeling well either."
A hand reached up to pull back the covers revealing one silver eye.
TBC
I'm evil aren't I?