Realized
Aragorn sat on the ground by the fire. He had been working on something to help Legolas with the convulsion he recently had, all the while thinking about what was ailing his friend. He burnt herbs and boiled water to make a tea for Legolas' convulsion. Since his friend had already had one, he was likely to have another, so Aragorn made this hoping to ease the pain once another came on. He just had to wait for his friend to wake.
Aragorn set the kettle down away from the fire so that when Legolas awoke it would only need to be warmed again. He dragged himself over to where his friend slept. At least in sleep he wouldn't be in pain. Aragorn draped the washcloth over the bowl of water. He felt Legolas' head. The fever was raging like tidal waves of fire. The fever was growing worse. It was well over 102 degrees now. He supposed the shock of this sudden ailment and the fever had put his friend to sleep.
He pushed back the hair that fell to Legolas' face and then put the cloth on again, hoping to bring down the fever somewhat. Aragorn took Legolas' hand. It was cold. "You'll be okay, Legolas, just like always..." Aragorn's voice trailed off. "You're hands are cold." Aragorn mumbled sadly. "Chest pains...horrible fever...headache...stomachache...cold Elven hands..." He tried to place this together. "Sleep induced by sudden shock and pain. Coughing blood." He brought up symptoms.
"Where is my Ada when you need him?" Aragorn said half-worried and half- frustrated. "Well, what would he do in a situation where he was stuck?" Aragorn reasoned to himself. Go over possibilities, Aragorn remembered. "Well, I am certain it isn't poison. It could be...OH! I'm so stuck!..." Aragorn mused to himself.
Then, when he was about to give up, he remembered something. Eruturas was a rare disease in Elves...one of the three that Elves are immune to. Eruturas was carried by small insects and if bitten by more than 30, an Elf could get sick. Aragorn thought really hard trying to remember if this was the one that was fatal. The three diseases that Elves were immune to had different symptoms.
Eruturas resulted in headaches (which the Elf had), terrible chest pains (he had that too), water in the lungs (which resulted in coughing blood...CHECK), stomachaches (yes), cold hands (which Elves shouldn't have...yes), a horrible fever that will raise so high that you feel as if you will explode (yes), sleep induced easily (yes), convulsions (unfortunately yes), and finally he would drift into sleep and go into a coma (no, that hadn't happened). THIS WAS THE FATAL OF THE THREE...
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!
Aragorn sat on the ground by the fire. He had been working on something to help Legolas with the convulsion he recently had, all the while thinking about what was ailing his friend. He burnt herbs and boiled water to make a tea for Legolas' convulsion. Since his friend had already had one, he was likely to have another, so Aragorn made this hoping to ease the pain once another came on. He just had to wait for his friend to wake.
Aragorn set the kettle down away from the fire so that when Legolas awoke it would only need to be warmed again. He dragged himself over to where his friend slept. At least in sleep he wouldn't be in pain. Aragorn draped the washcloth over the bowl of water. He felt Legolas' head. The fever was raging like tidal waves of fire. The fever was growing worse. It was well over 102 degrees now. He supposed the shock of this sudden ailment and the fever had put his friend to sleep.
He pushed back the hair that fell to Legolas' face and then put the cloth on again, hoping to bring down the fever somewhat. Aragorn took Legolas' hand. It was cold. "You'll be okay, Legolas, just like always..." Aragorn's voice trailed off. "You're hands are cold." Aragorn mumbled sadly. "Chest pains...horrible fever...headache...stomachache...cold Elven hands..." He tried to place this together. "Sleep induced by sudden shock and pain. Coughing blood." He brought up symptoms.
"Where is my Ada when you need him?" Aragorn said half-worried and half- frustrated. "Well, what would he do in a situation where he was stuck?" Aragorn reasoned to himself. Go over possibilities, Aragorn remembered. "Well, I am certain it isn't poison. It could be...OH! I'm so stuck!..." Aragorn mused to himself.
Then, when he was about to give up, he remembered something. Eruturas was a rare disease in Elves...one of the three that Elves are immune to. Eruturas was carried by small insects and if bitten by more than 30, an Elf could get sick. Aragorn thought really hard trying to remember if this was the one that was fatal. The three diseases that Elves were immune to had different symptoms.
Eruturas resulted in headaches (which the Elf had), terrible chest pains (he had that too), water in the lungs (which resulted in coughing blood...CHECK), stomachaches (yes), cold hands (which Elves shouldn't have...yes), a horrible fever that will raise so high that you feel as if you will explode (yes), sleep induced easily (yes), convulsions (unfortunately yes), and finally he would drift into sleep and go into a coma (no, that hadn't happened). THIS WAS THE FATAL OF THE THREE...
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!