Ride to Rivendell
Aragorn rode day and night, about 500 miles, until they finally came to Rivendell. He had done his best to keep Legolas awake, and to stay awake himself, and they rarely stopped. In four days and three nights, they stopped only twice. The first when Legolas had pleaded with Aragorn to stop, because his chest hurt, until Aragorn was almost in tears. The second when Legolas had fallen asleep and Aragorn had to brokenheartedly wake him up.
Legolas' eyelids were the shade of purple and he was steadily growing worse. He was barely awake, the only thing keeping him awake was the tea (which had something that would keep him awake) he had given him two days ago and that was now wearing off, and it broke Aragorn's heart to know that his father might (possibly) NOT know the cure. "How are you faring?" Legolas' weak voice sounded. Always trust Legolas to worry about others when he is worse off. "I should be asking you! I have nothing wrong with me and you are sick, but yet you ask me how I am?" Aragorn laughed for the first time in nine or ten days.
Aragorn couldn't see it, but he knew his friend had smiled. "Noro lim, Valandil! Noro lim!" Aragorn cried, racing to Rivendell's gates and going up the path to Elrond's home. Legolas' horse followed behind them. He gently picked up the light Elf and carried him to Elrond. "ADA!" Aragorn shouted, passing Elves staring at him. "ADA!" Aragorn tried again, walking further down the hall and getting more looks. "What is all this---" Elrond said confused as he walked out of a room a little further down the hall. He stopped speaking when he saw Legolas and he rushed to them.
"He has Eruturas. I am sure, but I need you to confirm it and then fix it." Aragorn said, meeting eyes with his foster dad. Aragorn let Elrond take Legolas to the Houses of Healing. He followed his father. Now Legolas was in safe hands.
~~~~Sorry! That was short!~~~~
Aragorn rode day and night, about 500 miles, until they finally came to Rivendell. He had done his best to keep Legolas awake, and to stay awake himself, and they rarely stopped. In four days and three nights, they stopped only twice. The first when Legolas had pleaded with Aragorn to stop, because his chest hurt, until Aragorn was almost in tears. The second when Legolas had fallen asleep and Aragorn had to brokenheartedly wake him up.
Legolas' eyelids were the shade of purple and he was steadily growing worse. He was barely awake, the only thing keeping him awake was the tea (which had something that would keep him awake) he had given him two days ago and that was now wearing off, and it broke Aragorn's heart to know that his father might (possibly) NOT know the cure. "How are you faring?" Legolas' weak voice sounded. Always trust Legolas to worry about others when he is worse off. "I should be asking you! I have nothing wrong with me and you are sick, but yet you ask me how I am?" Aragorn laughed for the first time in nine or ten days.
Aragorn couldn't see it, but he knew his friend had smiled. "Noro lim, Valandil! Noro lim!" Aragorn cried, racing to Rivendell's gates and going up the path to Elrond's home. Legolas' horse followed behind them. He gently picked up the light Elf and carried him to Elrond. "ADA!" Aragorn shouted, passing Elves staring at him. "ADA!" Aragorn tried again, walking further down the hall and getting more looks. "What is all this---" Elrond said confused as he walked out of a room a little further down the hall. He stopped speaking when he saw Legolas and he rushed to them.
"He has Eruturas. I am sure, but I need you to confirm it and then fix it." Aragorn said, meeting eyes with his foster dad. Aragorn let Elrond take Legolas to the Houses of Healing. He followed his father. Now Legolas was in safe hands.
~~~~Sorry! That was short!~~~~