Amlugwen: You think Thranduil always get bad part? That's your generous. Because I think it was me who threaten him. I'm the DEVIL! Hahaha…..
Kyotora: ^^ I'm hugging a teddy bear also. *thinks as if it is Frodo*
M14Mouse: Not only you who want Frodo. I want him too. Oh, dear. *glares at Legolas jealously*
Robin Gurl's INSANE: I first planned to post this chapter tomorrow morning but well, that's okay. I finished tonight and so you have it.
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Note: As always, disclaimer sees at chapter 1
Chapter 4
After three knocks at the door, Legolas pushed it to open. In the room, many candles lit up. Elrond took a seat in a chair near the bed while Bilbo was sitting on a bed and holding a glass of medicine. He said something softly to Frodo at the same time he lifted the glass towards the boy's mouth. Though the little hobbit's eyes watered with the fear of the medicine's taste he expected, he didn't push Bilbo's hand away.
The appearance of Legolas stopped the activities in the room immediately. Bilbo turned to the door to see who was intruded and grinned when he saw the familiar face at the gate.
"Come in, Prince Legolas," Bilbo beckoned.
The elf of Mirkwood went to the other side of the bed and sat on it, his eyes watched at the kid.
"Uncle Bilbo. Why I have to drink this? I'm not sick," Frodo asked his uncle softly, tried the best to convince his older relative that he need not the medicine.
"Because you were wet and you are going to be sick," replied Bilbo. He remembered his older relative said about children and Medicine : No children in the Middle-Earth be easy when they know that they have to have the medicine. That's really truth.
"But Legolas was more soaking than me. He should drink half of this. So he couldn't get sick," Frodo protested softly. He didn't address 'Prince Legolas' because the blond gorgeous elf told him since the first time they met to call him only 'Legolas'.
The big blue eyes turned to look at Legolas. The Mirkwood elf was impressed with Frodo's kind words when he saw the concerning in those eyes as well as tried to suppress the laugh that urge to burst out from his throat when he noticed the hope that flashed in his eyes also. He diverted his gaze to Elrond and saw a tiny smile and the mirthful in his gray eyes too.
"Don't worry about Legolas, little one. Elves don't sick. However, I could get him some medicine later anytime he shows a hint of ailment," Elrond spoke and patted the dark head fondly.
"Oh,"
"Now drink it," Lord of Rivendell took the medicine from Bilbo and lifted it to Frodo's pink mouth.
The boy shut his eyes tightly when the unpleasant taste passed down his throat. After the glass was empty, the long dark eyelash fluttered and open, reveal the tears that threatened to spill out. Elrond wiped the tear gently.
"Good night, little one," said Elrond as he bent down to kiss goodnight on the ivory forehead.
"Good night, Lord Elrond,"
"Just Elrond,"
Frodo nodded. "Okay, Lo…er…Elrond."
Legolas on the other side of the bed shifted nearer Frodo and bent downwards to give the little boy a goodnight kiss as well.
"Goodnight, little one."
"Goodnight, Legolas."
After that Bilbo was on the cue to hug and kiss his nephew. He puffed the pillow and put it back to the bed. Frodo lay down and closed his big blue eyes while his uncle drew the blanket up to his chin. He tucked his nephew into the cocoon so that Frodo didn't kick it out during the night.
The adults saw the boy's breathe became to even in a minute and walked out of the room quietly. Bilbo said goodnight to them and separated the elves to get some fruits from the kitchen to eat along the lonely night of vigil.
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"Would you not turn to the Hall of Fire with me?" Legolas asked when he saw Lord of Rivendell didn't show any sign to walk with him to the place he meant to spend the night.
"No, Legolas. Though the night is so young and my heart desires the music and the beautiful tales, my body desires another. May you find the entertainment tonight is to your liking."
"I do not doubt that, Lord Elrond. Goodnight,"
"Goodnight."
The Prince of Mirkwood said as he bowed his head a little and walked along the way back to the Hall of Fire.
If Legolas looked back, he would see Elrond didn't move from the spot he stood. Instead, he watched at the younger elf's back until he walked out of his sight at a corner.
After a few minutes passed, Elrond turned to the door, stared at it for a moment, and then opened it soundlessly. Once again, he paced towards the big bed that seemed to engulf the small body of Frodo Baggins. The mattress sank from the weight of Elrond. He didn't do anything, only watched the boy.
Behind him, a shadow appeared at the doorway and it slid on the floor gradually closer to the back of Elrond until it stopped beside him.
"Do you think he may be the one?"
"I dare not point out this time, Glorfindel. The best thing we can do is waiting to see," said Elrond. He looked at Frodo's face intently liked he was trying to stare deep down into the core of his soul. A small ivory hand poked out of the sheet and fumbled on it as if he was finding something. The peaceful face a minute ago was crumbled now when his hand can't find what he wanted. With a sigh, Lord of Rivendell grasped it gently and stroked Frodo's black hair as well as leaned forward to murmur some elvish words to sooth the boy with fatherly affectionate. No more than a minute, the hobbit child went back to sleep soundly again.
Elrond adjusted the blanket to wrap around Frodo's body more snuggly and then stood up. Along the time, Glorfindel stood beside him patiently. With one quick glance, the two elves Lord left the room silently as well as when they came in.
On the bed, the pale moonlight after the storm shone passed the high window covered the small figure on the huge bed that was begun to restless as the nightmare started once again.
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Puzzle, eh? What is the 'one' Elrond mean? You will see…you will see.
