Ok, really short chapter now! And I mean short! But I put it up quickly, and chapter 8 will soon be following this one. Promise! Thanks to all my lovely reviewers. You're all fantastic! ^_^
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Chapter 7: Realisations.
Legolas stirred and moaned when he remembered what had happened. He slowly opened one eye with caution, not wanting to see what had become of him. He was amazed that he was alive. His vision was a bit blurred but it soon cleared up and he saw…
"Gandalf?" Legolas whispered in amazement.
He struggled to sit up and gasped as his shoulders burned with pain. He slowly lay back down again.
Gandalf grinned at the Princes feeble effort.
"Yes it is me young one" Gandalf replied still grinning.
"Where were you? We needed…Wilwarin! What, where…Elladan…."
"Hush," Gandalf said softly. "Elladan is fine and he is healing well. His brother was fortunate and was not affected at all. It was you we feared about, as you have been unconscious for three days and we have already arrived in Mirkwood."
"What?" gasped Legolas.
He sat up slowly in bed and his eyes focused on the room he was in…his own! He gazed fondly around and then his eyes rested on Gandalf. He was sitting on a stool that was usually at Legolas' desk, and was smoking his pipe.
"Where is my father?" Legolas asked.
"You just missed him Legolas. He has been in here every minute he could and…oh look, speak of the devil…"
"Legolas!" Thranduil cried, "You are alive!"
Legolas smiled as his father rushed over to him and kissed his forehead.
"Of course I am Adar. It will take more than a smelly old orc to kill Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood!"
"Ok, let's not get too carried away," said a friendly voice in the doorway, grinning.
"Elladan. You are up and well I see, on a day you are meant to be resting," said Thranduil, smiling faintly, being still worried about his condition.
"Well, how do you expect me to stay in bed when I hear you shout that my best friend is well?" he replied cheekily. He rushed to Legolas' side and gave him a careful hug around the waist.
"I'm so sorry Elladan for gazing off into space in the middle of the fight."
"Good point, I had forgotten…"
"Why did you do that Legolas?" asked Thranduil. This was not like his son.
"Well I saw a pair of red eyes staring at me and I could not turn away."
"Why did you not speak of this before!" thundered Gandalf.
Everyone turned to face him. Gandalf rose from his seat and walked to the window.
"We…" he started, as he pointed out of the window, towards Rivendell, "…have just left Rivendell open to a visit from the…"
"…Dagnir-o Lóre." finished Legolas, shutting his eyes in realisation and horror.
I warned you it was short! So, they were ok. Of course they would be, but Rivendell isn't! Oops! Chappie 9 coming soon. ^_^
