Awaken
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Aragorn slowly came to, his head pounding. The last thing he remembered was the pain. A lot of pain and orcs. He and Legolas were fighting them…Legolas! Had something happened to him, was he all right? Was he even alive? The Ranger brutally forced down his panic. The last time he'd seen the elf he was fine. The human had no reason to think that he was otherwise now. For the first time since he had awoken, Estel took note of his surroundings. With a rising heart, he recognized the healing wards of Rivendell. Estel knew that there was no way that he could've gotten there by himself, so that must mean that Legolas was at least better off than him. He let out a sigh of relief. This caused something near him to stir.
"Estel?" the groggy voice of Elladan said, "Estel! Oh thank the gods we were so worried, even though Ada told us that you would be all right." The future king of Gondor was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug. He awkwardly patted his older brother in the back.
"I'm fine, so long as you don't break any of my bones! Loosen up, you're squeezing out all of my air!" the elder twin quickly let go. He eyed Estel suspiciously for a moment. "What is it?" his younger brother questioned.
"Are you sure you're all right? You looked like hell when you came in here." Aragorn smiled reassuringly.
"Do not fear, I am well." he said soothingly. Finally, the young man asked the question which had come to him as soon as he had awoken. "Elladan, where's Legolas? He was actually the one I'd expected to be here. Not that I'm disappointed." he said quickly to his adoptive brother. Elladan's face fell.
"Estel," he said slowly, "Estel, Legolas isn't doing so well. He got poison in him too, and even though it wasn't as much as yours, he wasn't treated and he has fallen ill." The elf moved aside to show Aragorn the rest of the ward. Looking down a few beds, Aragorn caught sight of his friend. Elrohir was beside the prince, making sure that his wound was not getting infected any worse than it already was. But Estel couldn't tell if it was doing any good. The blonde-haired prince was as white as snow and unmoving. Estel let out a small gasp, and Elladan quickly shielded him from the sight again. The young Ranger looked up at his adoptive brother with haunted eyes.
"How bad?" he asked hoarsely. Elladan looked at him sadly.
"Pretty bad." he answered softly, "But Legolas is strong. You know this. He will make it through."
"May I go see him?" Estel asked.
"No." the older elf said firmly. "You are not completely out of the woods yet either, and you could have a relapse anytime. You are not to go anywhere until you are two hundred percent clear. Understand?" Elladan gazed sternly at the injured human. Aragorn was not the best patient and he was notorious for driving any healer he had to drink.
"Yes." his younger brother said glumly. Aragorn felt slightly guilty, despite Elladan's words of comfort. He knew that the elven prince had ignored his own welfare to get him to Rivendell. This was not something that he was incredibly pleased about. He would have to talk to Legolas as soon as he awoke. Again, he looked at his older brother.
"Is there anything to eat?" the recently revived human asked, "I'm starving!" Elladan smiled.
"I'll have the cook make some soup and cider to have brought up to you." the elf said cheerfully. As he walked away, Elrohir came over.
"Welcome back." the younger twin commented, smiling softly. Aragorn smiled back.
"It's good to be back." he answered truthfully. Then he said, "So how is Legolas? All Elladan would tell me was that he wasn't well and that I couldn't go to see him." Elrohir looked uneasy.
"I will say the same thing as he did. Legolas is very sick. It will take a long time to recover from the poison, if he recovers at all."
"Of course he will recover! What on earth makes you think otherwise?" Estel was now feeling dread creep up on him as he awaited the answer.
"Estel, you need to receive the cure within two days for it to be effective. We are not certain when you were attacked so we do not know how his body will react. You were treated with athelas so you are responding well. He did not have any treatment." Elrohir glanced sadly down at the injured man. He felt it best if he took his leave now. As the younger twin of Elrond passed through the door, the older one reentered, now carrying a tray laden with food. Elladan took the food to a now solemn Estel. Placing the tray on his lap, the elf sighed softly.
"Have hope, Estel." he whispered, watching the traveler eat his food. When he was finished, Aragorn's eyes began to droop. As he fell into sleeps waiting arms he sent a prayer to the Valar for Legolas' safe return.
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A/N: i hope that u all enjoyed this and i will update as soon as i know u like where this is going.
