Two days passed and Legolas fell ill. Elentir was afraid that it would happen, for he didn't feel well after a few days in the city at first himself. Anne was rushing around trying to find the various things Legolas had demanded; in his sour mood he had taken to his worst habit of barking orders with no thought. Elentir knew not to be frightened by them, but Gavin had removed himself from the center room several times when the prince became angry. He couldn't even understand what Legolas was mumbling about. "Don't worry," Elentir coaxed, mixing more of his new favorite soup while finding a seat near the couch. Legolas remained in a steady frown, nimble fingers working steadily at the braid extending from his right temple. He had rethreaded the tribal ropes above each ear three times already, but he couldn't help the habit which revealed his disturbed spirit. It was a horrible morning.
"I wanted to go to the park," he fumed, much like a small child. He removed a hand from his ear to point to his lonely bow. "We were going to mark every tree with an arrow."
"They'll be time for that later."
"No time later!" Legolas sighed, "I'm getting out of here as soon as I can." Elentir's expression was full of hurt as he gently set the bowl on the table. Legolas's anger faded as he saw his damage and he abandoned his blonde strands to pull at his nurse's arm. "Elentir?"
"Don't worry," he repeated, "you will be fine." The buzzer rang and Legolas winced. Elentir rushed to the door, grumbling about why people couldn't knock, but was glad to see Anne had returned with a bag or two.
"Hello, Elly," she greeted with a hurried smile, "how's…Legolas? Feeling any better?"
"No," he glumly replied. Anne's heart broke to see his already pale pallor take such a thin color. She sighed with sympathy before digging into her bags.
"Don't feel bad if you couldn't find anything he asked for," Elentir whispered as he watched her search for something.
"Actually, I found this small little store that had everything…she even knew what kind of Fey wine you'd like, but she had so many different kinds." Elentir gasped and even Legolas stopped once again his quick braiding.
"There was a store that had fey wine?"
"And that silly bread you like so much, Legolas," Anne added and then paused, "oh, I didn't mean that you're silly…" The prince blinked. "Did I offend you?" she continued, "I'm so sorry! Elentir, tell him I'm sorry…"
"Where did you find the bread?" Legolas asked after frowning away her rambling. "You said there was fey wine?"
"Yes, Anne," Elentir eagerly pried, "what are you talking about?" Anne sighed, tired and too strained already, dug for a small flyer that had been placed in with her bottles and wrapped parcels.
"Here." Elentir snatched the paper and sat down next to his ill friend.
"Manke tanya tuula?"
"Amin caela n'noa…I didn't even know!"
"Is something wrong?" Anne asked while opening the strange short bottle marked with those rare letters only Elentir could read. Elentir looked over the advertisement, some parts in Elven and some in plain English, and stopped at the assumed name of the building above the address: The Brethil.
"How long have you known about this shop?" Elentir mumbled.
"How long?" Legolas echoed with a demanding tone. Anne timidly blinked.
"I just found it today," she replied, sniffing the liquid inside of the glass. "This stuff stinks."
"Don't…don't," Legolas muttered, reaching for it. She handed it to him gingerly and he drank from it enthusiastically.
"What all is in it?" Elentir asked.
"All sorts of things, stuff you'd like I'm sure, Elentir. They had different kinds of shoes like the ones you had to throw out the other day and lots of books written like your letters, and some of the food you've mentioned…" Elentir, overwhelmed, leaned back in wondered thought. He thought of the necklace—could it have been bought at some odd store? "I talked to the owner; she's so pretty, very nice too."
"Name?" Legolas gulped after lowering the drink.
"What?"
"Her name?" Legolas repeated. Anne shyly looked down.
"I think she said it was Lindi." Elentir frowned.
"Lindi?" The host quickly took his coat and moved towards the door. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to meet her." He stopped and snatched the necklace from its hanging place on his small coat rack.
"I'm going too!" Legolas announced, trying to rise.
"No!" The royal blinked. "Tarenamin, if you wish to leave tomorrow you'll stay here to rest." He pouted. "Anne, stay here and watch him?" She nodded enthusiastically.
"I'm not a child," Legolas muttered.
"But many times you act like one," Elentir teased from the door with a smile. "Be back in a bit!"