Healer's Discussion
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Elrond sighed, putting his head in his hands. Legolas was not dong well. His body had had too much exposure to the poison to really heal. The Lord of Rivendell was afraid that he would loose the prince. That was not something that he was looking forward to telling Thranduil when the King of Mirkwood arrived in Imladris. Elrond had sent a messenger to Mirkood a day after the two travelers arrived seeking aid. The King had sent a messenger back saying that he, Remnul, and Cyro would come, leaving the King's advisor in charge. That showed how much Thranduil really cared for his son, something he didn't show often. Elrond knew what the consequences would be if he failed to save the prince. The relationship between Mirkwood and Rivendell was strained and weak. The death of one of the Greenwood's princes might break it. That would be a costly mistake. Mirkwood was a powerful ally. If Rivendell was its enemy, they would do everything in their power to see Imladris destroyed. The ancient Elf sighed again. Then, without warning, his twin sons burst into his study, startling him out of his reverie.
"And to what do I owe this wonderfully rude intrusion?" his voice uncharacteristically harsh from exhaustion. The twins didn't even notice.
"Ada, Legolas isn't getting any better. Estel is worried and so are we. Tell us, what is wrong with our friend?" Elladan said in a rush. Elrohir just nodded fervently beside him, strain showing on his face. Elrond gave in, and motioned them to take seats. He was not looking forward to explaining this to two of Legolas' closest friends anymore than he was his family.
"Legolas received the same poison Estel did. Though it was not in as big a dose, it went untreated for longer than was safe. For that reason, the poison had a chance to attack Legolas from the inside. It has done too much damage to heal. Unless we get a miracle in the next two weeks, Legolas will die." His speech left the air thick with fear.
"Isn't there anything that you could do? Any spell or medicine that has even the slimmest chance of working?" Elrohir queried. Elrond shook his head.
"I have looked and I will look again, but I do not think that there is anything that can save him." It was with a heavy heart that he said this. Legolas had steadily grown on him every since his foster son had brought home the prince who he'd run into while on a hunting trip. This would be a devastating blow to everyone who had known the young prince. The master healer looked expectantly at his sons, who had been surprisingly quiet for several minutes. Both of their faces were drawn and pale.
"Two weeks?" Elladan said softly. Elrohir's face mirrored his twins in anguish. This was like loosing a brother.
"Yes" Elrond answered sadly. He could do no more in comforting his sons, so he went to the infirmary to check on his patients. Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other with haunted eyes.
"How did it come to this?" Elrohir whispered, "What did Legolas do to deserve such a fate?" Elladan could only shake his head.
"The death is by poison, so it will be extremely painful. We must do whatever we can to dull the pain. He deserves that much."
"What he deserves is a chance to live. Gandalf has not even had a chance to see them yet to discuss Gollum's capture." For some reason, Elladan felt anger rising in his chest as Elrohir mentioned the wizard.
"And he will continue to be kept away. It is his fault that they are in this mess, that Legolas will not survive the month. He needs to face the fact that his laziness was their downfall!"
Elrohir looked taken aback.
"Elladan, how could you say such a thing? Gandalf is wise beyond even Ada, and we must trust him. Do not unjustly place blame on Gandalf just because your mind is shrouded in grief. It was no ones fault except for the Orcs." Elladan rightfully looked ashamed.
"You are right, my brother. I apologize, that was not fair."
"Now just one problem remains," Elrohir said thoughtfully.
"What?" Elladan questioned.
"How do we tell Estel?"
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A/N I might refer to Aragorn as Aragorn, but the Elves will always call him Estel.
