Here it is: the chapter that you've all been waiting for! (I say that a lot, don't I? LOL!)
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Muted voices started to penetrate Legolas' consciousness, but they seemed to be in another language; garbled and far away. He felt hands touch him occasionally, and a massive throbbing materialized in his head. It felt like dwarves were using axes inside his skull, and he tried to bring his left arm up to touch where it hurt the most.
A sharp pain suddenly shot through his arm, stealing his breath away. He would've gasped had he the strength, but all he could do was lie there breathing heavily.
What happened to me? he thought. Where am I? Who am I?
Legolas suddenly realized that there was only one voice left, and it was louder than before, apparently speaking to him. He tried to open his eyes to see who it was.
Elrond watched as Legolas struggled to wake; the younger elf's face was very pale, his breathing labored. "Legolas?" he said again, gently squeezing his good arm. "Please open your eyes."
Legolas heard the words, and this time they were easier to understand. He finally managed to obey, but wished that he hadn't. His vision was so blurred that he couldn't tell whose face he was looking at, and everything spun dizzily.
With a groan, Legolas re-closed his eyes, wincing when nausea rolled through his stomach.
Elrond sighed, sympathetically. He saw his patient's face turn slightly green and he gently turned Legolas onto his side, in case he became sick.
Legolas groaned at the motion, as his head protested vehemently.
Erond placed a hand on Legolas' back, rubbing it gently. He saw that he needn't have feared Legolas becoming ill, for the wounded elf had likely eaten nothing since before his capture.
Legolas groaned again, and Elrond frowned at the sound. Legolas was always so stoic when it came to being injured, trying as hard as possible to hide his wounds. His pain had to be severe if he was voicing it so openly.
"Legolas?" Elrond said, whispering so as not to cause more pain to the elf. "Legolas, can you hear me?"
Legolas tried to open his eyes again, but quickly closed them once more.
Elrond was relieved to see a sign of coherency. "I am going to lay you flat again, do not open your eyes," he said, knowing that the concussion would make the prince dizzy from the motion. He saw Legolas squeeze his eyes shut even tighter, and Elrond gently laid him on his back again.
Legolas bit his lip to prevent another groan, but didn't totally succeed. His head felt like it was ready to explode and his arm seemed ready to fall off; he couldn't help but wish for unconsciousness to reclaim him.
"Legolas," he dimly heard. "Can you tell me who I am?" He frowned, thinking it an odd question.
Elrond watched as Legolas half-opened his eyes. "Tell me my name, Legolas," he said, wanting to be sure that the elf hadn't lost any of his memories.
"You…know not…your own…name?" Legolas whispered, concern showing in his pain-filled voice.
That was the last thing that Elrond expected to get for an answer, and he frowned as a knot of worry grew in his stomach. "I know my name, penneth. You have suffered a serious blow to your head, and I am trying to gauge your mental capacity."
Legolas looked confused for a minute. "Oh," he said, before closing his eyes.
Elrond sighed when Legolas still didn't answer his question. "Legolas?"
"Yes?" the injured elf whispered, eyes still closed.
"Tell me my name," Elrond prodded. Please! he almost added.
Legolas' eyes snapped open again, as if he realized that he'd forgotten to answer. He squinted at Elrond for a minute, before his blurred vision started to spin again and he had to re-close his eyes. "Ada," he sighed.
Elrond frowned again. Was Legolas calling for his ada, or was he calling him that? His worry mounting, Elrond gripped the younger elf's hand, holding it in both of his and squeezing it gently. "Legolas, look at me!"
The injured elf didn't respond.
"Legolas?" Elrond repeated, a little louder.
The Prince of Mirkwood remained still, eyes closed.
Panic nearly welled within Elrond as he searched for a pulse. He found it, thankfully, and sighed with relief. Looking around the campsite, he wondered if he should keep the incident a secret from his sons. He knew that they'd be relieved to hear that Legolas had awoken, but they'd be terrified to learn of his odd behavior.
"Ada…" Legolas suddenly moaned, shifting slightly.
Elrond gently held him down, preventing him from moving. "Hush, Legolas, you are safe. Please wake!"
To his surprise, Legolas opened his eyes, making a pained sound.
Elrond lowered his face closer to the younger elf. "Can you hear me, Legolas?"
Legolas tried to nod, stopping with a wince.
"Do not move," Elrond whispered. "Who am I?"
Legolas blinked slowly, some awareness finally returning to him. "Elrond."
The healer sighed loudly, relieved beyond words. "Yes," he said, with a smile. "What are the names of my sons?"
Legolas blinked again, wincing against the horrible pain in his head. "Elladan…and…Elrohir."
"Who is older?"
Legolas closed his eyes, seeming to drift off again.
Elrond gave his arm a squeeze. "Legolas! Which is older?"
"Elladan," Legolas whispered, eyes still closed.
"By how long?"
Legolas took longer answering that one. "Three…four…four minutes."
Elrond smiled. "What is the name of my adopted son?"
"Estel," Legolas replied, without hesitation.
"And what is he to you?" Elrond asked.
Legolas smiled sleepily. "My friend…my brother…"
Elrond smiled at that. He watched as Legolas' head lolled a little to the side, and knew that the injured elf was falling asleep. "No, Legolas, you mustn't sleep, it is dangerous with your injury."
Legolas ignored him.
Looking around the campsite, Elrond spotted Aragorn walking towards them. Raising an arm, he beckoned for his son to move faster.
Aragorn saw his father's gesture, and ran the rest of the way. "Is he all right?" he asked, worriedly.
Elrond nodded. "He awoke. Keep him from sleep while I prepare medicine."
Aragorn smiled at his words. "Legolas?" he whispered, gripping his friend's good arm. "Can you look at me, mellon-nin?"
After a minute of prodding, Legolas opened his eyes, squinting. "Estel?"
Aragorn smiled, hiding his concern at the fact that his friend's vision was obviously affected by his injury. "Aye, mellon-nin. You had us very worried!"
Legolas opened his eyes wider, some of his grogginess leaving at the sound of his best friend's voice. "What happened?"
"Do you not remember?" Aragorn asked, frowning.
Legolas closed his eyes again against the spinning landscape. "No…"
Shooting his father a worried glance, Aragorn told Legolas everything that had occurred over the past few days.
Legolas remembered none of it.
"What is the last thing that you recall?" Elrond asked, rejoining them.
Legolas thought for a minute, eyes still closed. "We fought…orcs…you and I," he told Aragorn. A stab of pain suddenly shot through his head and he winced, bringing up his right hand to grasp it.
Elrond slid his arm under Legolas' shoulders, to help him drink the medicine.
"No…" Legolas weakly whispered, his skin turning slightly green again.
"This medicine will help," Elrond soothed. "It will lessen the pain, and settle your stomach."
Aragorn sighed as he watched. Legolas was so pale, so weak…and he couldn't remember the past few days! Or even longer, Aragorn realized. Legolas last remembered fighting orcs; they did that often enough for Aragorn to wonder which incident his friend actually meant…
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(runs again LOL!)