Never alone
Aragorn was relieved when his father let Legolas finally sleep. The poor Elf was so sick and they were depriving him of sleep! As he promised, Aragorn never left Legolas' side. Lord Elrond was preparing medicines in his office to give to Legolas. The medicines were slowly going to work their way in the Elf's body until they found a virus. The medicines would then kill the viruses and soon the disease would be gone. This could NOT be done with one dose of medicine.
Aragorn looked at his sleeping friend. He looked peaceful. His eyes were shut (which scared Aragorn) and he still looked sick...yet peaceful... Aragorn couldn't describe it. His fever raged, still full of life, even under Elrond's medicines. The fever surely had to have gone up two degrees! Little welts and bruises were appearing on his arms and neck. These were, as Elrond had said, where Legolas had been bitten and now that the disease was full...the welts would show.
Legolas coughed, leaving a fresh red spot on his gown and pillow. Aragorn quickly went into the washroom and got some water, a fresh pillow, and a new gown. He cleaned up the blood, changed Legolas' stained nightgown, and changed the pillow. The Elven Prince remained asleep.
Aragorn looked at his friend. His light, which usually shone out so brightly, was dimmed now. "You can fight this." Aragorn whispered. He felt tears well up in his eyes. Only three diseases that an elf can get, Aragorn thought, and my best friend gets the deadly one. Legolas softly moaned and turned his head to the side. He was dreaming or something.
Aragorn felt Legolas grip his hand weakly. "Legolas?" Aragorn said, startled by the movement. Nothing. The steady rise and fall of the Elf's chest slowed. "ADA!" Aragorn called, trying to wake Legolas up. The door opened and Lord Elrond came in. "Ada, something's wrong!" Aragorn said alarmed. Lord Elrond came to Legolas' side. Elrond breathed a sigh of relief. "He's only delirious. When you become delirious whilst you sleep...this is what happens." Elrond said, walking away. Aragorn nodded, storing this information away in his mind.
Aragorn gripped Legolas' hand. "You scared me. Don't do that again." Aragorn said a touch of amusement in his voice. (A/N: Someone asked me what Noro lim meant. It means ride fast.) Suddenly, Legolas gripped his chest and turned over onto his stomach. He shook violently. "ADA!" Aragorn cried desperately, trying to calm his friend. Aragorn smoothed the back of Legolas' hair, but the Elf didn't seem to notice.
Elrond came dashing in. "He just started shaking. He's in pain, Ada." Aragorn said, still trying to soothe his friend. "It's not the medicine. It's the doing of his disease. There is no side-effect to the sleeping tea...or the awareness tea." Elrond said, trying to soothe Legolas at the same time. "Ada, can you do something?" Aragorn asked desperately. He was on the verge of tears at watching this scene before himself. "We can only wait for it to stop. My medicine's are to be given to him when he is calm. It would make this worse." Elrond explained sadly. Aragorn closed his eyes tightly, but the tears still came through. Elrond noticed this and walked around to the other side of the bed.
He put an arm around his crying foster son. "Be strong...if not for yourself, then for Legolas. The boy needs you to be strong now." Elrond said soothingly. Aragorn nodded. He wiped his eyes and looked at his father. "Thank you." He said. Aragorn rubbed his friend's back gently. "You'll be okay, mellon nin. You're never alone." Aragorn said, smiling despite the situation.
Aragorn was relieved when his father let Legolas finally sleep. The poor Elf was so sick and they were depriving him of sleep! As he promised, Aragorn never left Legolas' side. Lord Elrond was preparing medicines in his office to give to Legolas. The medicines were slowly going to work their way in the Elf's body until they found a virus. The medicines would then kill the viruses and soon the disease would be gone. This could NOT be done with one dose of medicine.
Aragorn looked at his sleeping friend. He looked peaceful. His eyes were shut (which scared Aragorn) and he still looked sick...yet peaceful... Aragorn couldn't describe it. His fever raged, still full of life, even under Elrond's medicines. The fever surely had to have gone up two degrees! Little welts and bruises were appearing on his arms and neck. These were, as Elrond had said, where Legolas had been bitten and now that the disease was full...the welts would show.
Legolas coughed, leaving a fresh red spot on his gown and pillow. Aragorn quickly went into the washroom and got some water, a fresh pillow, and a new gown. He cleaned up the blood, changed Legolas' stained nightgown, and changed the pillow. The Elven Prince remained asleep.
Aragorn looked at his friend. His light, which usually shone out so brightly, was dimmed now. "You can fight this." Aragorn whispered. He felt tears well up in his eyes. Only three diseases that an elf can get, Aragorn thought, and my best friend gets the deadly one. Legolas softly moaned and turned his head to the side. He was dreaming or something.
Aragorn felt Legolas grip his hand weakly. "Legolas?" Aragorn said, startled by the movement. Nothing. The steady rise and fall of the Elf's chest slowed. "ADA!" Aragorn called, trying to wake Legolas up. The door opened and Lord Elrond came in. "Ada, something's wrong!" Aragorn said alarmed. Lord Elrond came to Legolas' side. Elrond breathed a sigh of relief. "He's only delirious. When you become delirious whilst you sleep...this is what happens." Elrond said, walking away. Aragorn nodded, storing this information away in his mind.
Aragorn gripped Legolas' hand. "You scared me. Don't do that again." Aragorn said a touch of amusement in his voice. (A/N: Someone asked me what Noro lim meant. It means ride fast.) Suddenly, Legolas gripped his chest and turned over onto his stomach. He shook violently. "ADA!" Aragorn cried desperately, trying to calm his friend. Aragorn smoothed the back of Legolas' hair, but the Elf didn't seem to notice.
Elrond came dashing in. "He just started shaking. He's in pain, Ada." Aragorn said, still trying to soothe his friend. "It's not the medicine. It's the doing of his disease. There is no side-effect to the sleeping tea...or the awareness tea." Elrond said, trying to soothe Legolas at the same time. "Ada, can you do something?" Aragorn asked desperately. He was on the verge of tears at watching this scene before himself. "We can only wait for it to stop. My medicine's are to be given to him when he is calm. It would make this worse." Elrond explained sadly. Aragorn closed his eyes tightly, but the tears still came through. Elrond noticed this and walked around to the other side of the bed.
He put an arm around his crying foster son. "Be strong...if not for yourself, then for Legolas. The boy needs you to be strong now." Elrond said soothingly. Aragorn nodded. He wiped his eyes and looked at his father. "Thank you." He said. Aragorn rubbed his friend's back gently. "You'll be okay, mellon nin. You're never alone." Aragorn said, smiling despite the situation.