Ungwale Quenta
By Nienna Elenstar
Chapter 5
A/N: This chapter is for Deana. Thanks so much!!! You reviewed all my chapters so far, taught me how to space out the paragraphs. I'm so touched *wipes tears*. ( I know this is nothing compared to all your stories, but oh well... )
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings does not belong to me, no matter how I yearn for it...
Lord Elrond had been looking up all his books for the last few days, and this morning he found that the only way to help Legolas was to use various herbs mixed, boiled and frozen for 24 hours.
That was no problem, except that the herbs could only be found at the borders of Mordor. Elladan and Elrohir could do that as well, but they needed to get the herbs fast.
It has already been a week since Legolas was poisoned, and if he did not get the antidote soon, he feared that some of the effects of the poison might linger in his body.
He quickly called for his sons, and was not too worried as they were experienced warriors, and would be unlikely to be captured by orcs.
"Ada, le cane ammen?" Both Elladan and Elrohir asked simultaneously as they entered the study.
"Yes, my sons. Legolas has been poisoned and the sample that Aragorn gave me had already dried up, so it was of not much use. There is a cure, but it requires various herbs from the borders of Mordor."
"I understand. Tell us how it looks like and we will go immediately," said Elladan, learning about the possibility of paralysing and ... turning into a woman.
Elrond gave them a detailed description of how the herbs looked like and where they usually grew, and they left very quickly.
***
Legolas felt terrible.
He had a nasty sore throat, and just yesterday night, he had a high fever, and his chest hurt.
The sore throat felt so bad that he was quite sure he could not speak. His throat felt parched, like he had not drank at all for days. Lord Elrond gave him a lozenge to suck every few hours, and it did not feel any better, and if at all, worse.
He had zero appetite, and could barely manage liquids at that. He did not even want to think about solids. Yesterday, when he felt good enough to eat a piece of bread, he vomited everything out, and was unable to eat anything for the rest of the day.
Worst of all, he was beginning to lose feeling on his right side.
It was funny, because the poison was infected on his left shoulder, and his right side merely had gashes.
But at the same time, it was worrisome.
They fever last night had subsided quite quickly after drinking some kind of bitter tea that Aragorn had prepared, but was not completely gone. He could still feel the dull headache.
Aragorn was asleep, with his head on the side of his bed. He had stayed up the whole night, looking after Legolas, trying to bring his raging fever down.
It was nice to have a friend like that.
So engrossed he was on appreciating his friend's concern for him that he did not notice Lord Elrond come in.
It was only when he felt a weight on his shoulder did he notice Lord Elrond.
"Lord Elrond, I'm sorry," slightly ashamed that he did notice the Lord earlier.
"No, it is okay. Are you feeling better?" worried as the younger elf sounded hoarse.
"I'm fine, except for my throat. It is living hell," trying to inject some humour into the conversation.
"I see," as Lord Elrond walked to the drawer to take another lozenge out of the bottle. He decided to bring a small bottle in here after realising that Legolas needed one practically every hour.
Pouring him a drink, he realised that the water level had not changed after last night, and no servant was allowed in since last night.
"Legolas? Have you been drinking any water at all?" with a stern voice, like a father questioning his child warily.
Legolas looked away, with a very guilty face, spelling it all out.
"Why not? It is no wonder your condition did not improve. Do you want to dehydrate to your death?" he boomed, and instantly regretting his words.
Aragorn had reminded him a million times not to hurt Legolas' feelings, because he learnt it the hard way. (remember the last chapter?)
"I...ah...I'm sorry Legolas. I did not mean it that way. I... just wanted you to know that we all care for you, and without the water, your system will not hold for long."
"I know, but every time I try to eat, or even drink, everything just comes back up. And plain water just makes it hurt even more," Legolas replied, teary-eyed, and it was barely above a whisper, as he did not want to wake Aragorn, and he really felt thirsty, and yet could not bring himself to risk vomiting again.
"It is okay, just drink a little by a little, and don't push yourself too far. And from where I am standing, I can see that your throat is inflames. Don't let it go on like that for too long, you are only torturing yourself," he said as kind as possible, as he did not want to make the young one cry, and at the same time wondering why he had become so... weak. Legolas never used to cry.
He would discuss this with Aragorn later.
As if he had heard that his Ada wanted to discuss Legolas' condition with him, he woke up.
He then saw Legolas biting his lip, trying his very best not to cry, and his father pouring a glass of water.
"Legolas? What has happened?" he glanced at his father, and saw him shrug and give a slightly guilty face.
He sighed again. "Legolas, I swear with my life that drinking water is not going to kill you, and that your sore throat will get better if you drink more water, and that your are not going to turn into a woman, and that if you want to stop crying, you can. It is not because you are turning into a woman, and for the hundredth time, you ARE NOT turning into a woman, for we check your precious jewel everyday, right?" he said all that in one breath, like he had been memorizing it.
That drew a look from Lord Elrond. They were going to have a lot to talk about later.
Aragorn started again. "Now Legolas, why don't you drink some water, and then take the lozenge, and go back to sleep? You look quite pale."
Thankfully, Legolas took it well, and did as he was told.
After both father and son were sure that Legolas was asleep, they went out and closed the door slowly behind them.
As they started toward Elrond's study, Elrond asked, "What was that about checking his precious jewel everyday?"
"Well, because Legolas was very paranoid about him turning into a woman ever since he knew, we have been checking his precious jewel every day, and it wonders me that he would even gain permission to see such a private thing, and so willingly too."
"Well, we have a lot more to talk about. Not only about Legolas, but also about you hunting trip too," as he opened his study.
This was going to be another long father and son talks again.
A/N: Did this take a long time? Oh, sorry, I have more and more upcoming tests these two weeks, but I promise to update at least once a week. But after that, expect one every two days!(Btw, the part on how to make the antidote, many thanks to my mum. She was mixing e flour, boiling water and putting the ice to freeze...(Anyway, this was 4 and a half pages on word, the longest so far...)
By Nienna Elenstar
Chapter 5
A/N: This chapter is for Deana. Thanks so much!!! You reviewed all my chapters so far, taught me how to space out the paragraphs. I'm so touched *wipes tears*. ( I know this is nothing compared to all your stories, but oh well... )
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings does not belong to me, no matter how I yearn for it...
Lord Elrond had been looking up all his books for the last few days, and this morning he found that the only way to help Legolas was to use various herbs mixed, boiled and frozen for 24 hours.
That was no problem, except that the herbs could only be found at the borders of Mordor. Elladan and Elrohir could do that as well, but they needed to get the herbs fast.
It has already been a week since Legolas was poisoned, and if he did not get the antidote soon, he feared that some of the effects of the poison might linger in his body.
He quickly called for his sons, and was not too worried as they were experienced warriors, and would be unlikely to be captured by orcs.
"Ada, le cane ammen?" Both Elladan and Elrohir asked simultaneously as they entered the study.
"Yes, my sons. Legolas has been poisoned and the sample that Aragorn gave me had already dried up, so it was of not much use. There is a cure, but it requires various herbs from the borders of Mordor."
"I understand. Tell us how it looks like and we will go immediately," said Elladan, learning about the possibility of paralysing and ... turning into a woman.
Elrond gave them a detailed description of how the herbs looked like and where they usually grew, and they left very quickly.
***
Legolas felt terrible.
He had a nasty sore throat, and just yesterday night, he had a high fever, and his chest hurt.
The sore throat felt so bad that he was quite sure he could not speak. His throat felt parched, like he had not drank at all for days. Lord Elrond gave him a lozenge to suck every few hours, and it did not feel any better, and if at all, worse.
He had zero appetite, and could barely manage liquids at that. He did not even want to think about solids. Yesterday, when he felt good enough to eat a piece of bread, he vomited everything out, and was unable to eat anything for the rest of the day.
Worst of all, he was beginning to lose feeling on his right side.
It was funny, because the poison was infected on his left shoulder, and his right side merely had gashes.
But at the same time, it was worrisome.
They fever last night had subsided quite quickly after drinking some kind of bitter tea that Aragorn had prepared, but was not completely gone. He could still feel the dull headache.
Aragorn was asleep, with his head on the side of his bed. He had stayed up the whole night, looking after Legolas, trying to bring his raging fever down.
It was nice to have a friend like that.
So engrossed he was on appreciating his friend's concern for him that he did not notice Lord Elrond come in.
It was only when he felt a weight on his shoulder did he notice Lord Elrond.
"Lord Elrond, I'm sorry," slightly ashamed that he did notice the Lord earlier.
"No, it is okay. Are you feeling better?" worried as the younger elf sounded hoarse.
"I'm fine, except for my throat. It is living hell," trying to inject some humour into the conversation.
"I see," as Lord Elrond walked to the drawer to take another lozenge out of the bottle. He decided to bring a small bottle in here after realising that Legolas needed one practically every hour.
Pouring him a drink, he realised that the water level had not changed after last night, and no servant was allowed in since last night.
"Legolas? Have you been drinking any water at all?" with a stern voice, like a father questioning his child warily.
Legolas looked away, with a very guilty face, spelling it all out.
"Why not? It is no wonder your condition did not improve. Do you want to dehydrate to your death?" he boomed, and instantly regretting his words.
Aragorn had reminded him a million times not to hurt Legolas' feelings, because he learnt it the hard way. (remember the last chapter?)
"I...ah...I'm sorry Legolas. I did not mean it that way. I... just wanted you to know that we all care for you, and without the water, your system will not hold for long."
"I know, but every time I try to eat, or even drink, everything just comes back up. And plain water just makes it hurt even more," Legolas replied, teary-eyed, and it was barely above a whisper, as he did not want to wake Aragorn, and he really felt thirsty, and yet could not bring himself to risk vomiting again.
"It is okay, just drink a little by a little, and don't push yourself too far. And from where I am standing, I can see that your throat is inflames. Don't let it go on like that for too long, you are only torturing yourself," he said as kind as possible, as he did not want to make the young one cry, and at the same time wondering why he had become so... weak. Legolas never used to cry.
He would discuss this with Aragorn later.
As if he had heard that his Ada wanted to discuss Legolas' condition with him, he woke up.
He then saw Legolas biting his lip, trying his very best not to cry, and his father pouring a glass of water.
"Legolas? What has happened?" he glanced at his father, and saw him shrug and give a slightly guilty face.
He sighed again. "Legolas, I swear with my life that drinking water is not going to kill you, and that your sore throat will get better if you drink more water, and that your are not going to turn into a woman, and that if you want to stop crying, you can. It is not because you are turning into a woman, and for the hundredth time, you ARE NOT turning into a woman, for we check your precious jewel everyday, right?" he said all that in one breath, like he had been memorizing it.
That drew a look from Lord Elrond. They were going to have a lot to talk about later.
Aragorn started again. "Now Legolas, why don't you drink some water, and then take the lozenge, and go back to sleep? You look quite pale."
Thankfully, Legolas took it well, and did as he was told.
After both father and son were sure that Legolas was asleep, they went out and closed the door slowly behind them.
As they started toward Elrond's study, Elrond asked, "What was that about checking his precious jewel everyday?"
"Well, because Legolas was very paranoid about him turning into a woman ever since he knew, we have been checking his precious jewel every day, and it wonders me that he would even gain permission to see such a private thing, and so willingly too."
"Well, we have a lot more to talk about. Not only about Legolas, but also about you hunting trip too," as he opened his study.
This was going to be another long father and son talks again.
A/N: Did this take a long time? Oh, sorry, I have more and more upcoming tests these two weeks, but I promise to update at least once a week. But after that, expect one every two days!(Btw, the part on how to make the antidote, many thanks to my mum. She was mixing e flour, boiling water and putting the ice to freeze...(Anyway, this was 4 and a half pages on word, the longest so far...)