Hey everyone! There's only one more chapter after this one! Did everyone see chap 18? I ask because I got a lot less reviews than normal, so I wasn't sure if maybe ff.net messed up the author alerts again, or something. (Not complaining, just making sure that ff is working right! lol!)

Enjoy, this chap is a funny one, lol! :)

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They started the day's journey with the happy knowledge that Imladris would be reached before nightfall. Aragorn and the twins were especially eager to arrive home; the three of them were weary, after their ordeal.

Legolas slept through the rest of the journey—except when they purposely woke him—and didn't even realize that they were nearly there. When his horse's motion halted and he was suddenly jostled, Legolas opened his eyes to see that they'd stopped and Elrond was handing him down to Aragorn.

"We're home, mellon-nin!" Aragorn told his friend, quickly taking him inside the house.

Legolas sighed with relief despite himself. He'd been looking so forward to laying his aching body on his soft bed.

Aragorn heard his friend's happy sigh and quickened his pace, entering the room that Legolas had long-ago claimed as his own, and gently laid him down.

The pillow felt wonderful under Legolas' throbbing head, and he started to doze off.

Elladan came into the room, and he and Aragorn changed Legolas into clean clothes while Elrohir helped his father obtain the healing supplies that they needed.

Legolas blinked sleepily as his friends moved around him. Sleep was trying to claim him, and he gratefully gave in. He saw Elrond and Elrohir come into the room, and fell asleep before they even approached the bed.

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Aragorn sighed tiredly and sat in a chair beside Legolas' bed. The elf had slept through all their ministrations, and Elrond had pronounced him on the mend. The terrible bruising was fading from his broken arm, and the bone was knitting correctly, despite the orcs' rough handling.

Elrond watched his son, seeing how the human's eyes kept closing and reopening again. It was obvious that Aragorn was exhausted.

A touch to his shoulder brought Aragorn out of his doze, and he looked up to see his father looking down at him.

"You need sleep almost as much as Legolas does, ion-nin," Elrond said.

Aragorn shook his head. "I am fine. I wish to stay here."

Elrond gestured to the bed. "Four people can fit there, Estel."

Aragorn smiled. His father was right; the house of Elrond probably contained the softest and largest beds in all of Middle Earth. Giving in, he rose from the chair and laid atop the bed, facing his friend in case Legolas had need of anything.

"Sleep well," Elrond said, smiling.

"Mmm," was all Aragorn managed to say, before sleep claimed him.

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It seemed that Aragorn had only just fallen asleep when he was suddenly woken abruptly. Opening his eyes, his gaze fell onto his friend, who was making soft noises in his sleep.

Blinking, Aragorn pushed himself up on his elbow, reaching out his other hand. "Legolas?"

The elf turned his head towards his friend's voice, and a smile grew on his face before he opened his eyes. At the sight of Aragorn, Legolas started to laugh. He winced and put a hand on his head, but continued laughing despite his pain.

Aragorn frowned, alarmed. "Legolas? Why are you laughing?" He placed his hand on his friend's forehead, checking for fever.

"I am well," Legolas said, swatting at the human's hand. "I was dreaming. It was quite amusing."

Aragorn frowned. "I assume that I was the one doing whatever it was that amused you?"

Legolas smiled again. "Indeed. I believe that now, I have truly seen everything."

Aragorn smiled, happy to see that Legolas appeared to be feeling better. He was not as pale, and his eyes were not as dilated. The human was amazed at the fast improvement in his friend, until he looked towards the window and saw that it was full daylight; the entire night had passed, and it was now morning once more. "Tell me your dream, but first, how do you feel?"

"Better," Legolas told him. "I can finally see you properly, and the pain has lessened."

Aragorn smiled. "I am glad, mellon-nin."

"So am I," said Legolas. Closing his eyes, he settled deeper into his pillow. "As for my dream…" he stopped, smiling again.

Aragorn shook his head, smiling. "Tell me!"

Legolas reopened his eyes. "You were sitting beside a lake, knitting a pink hat for your horse," he deadpanned.

Aragorn's jaw dropped, and he started laughing loudly.

Legolas was stopped from laughing by the pain in his head, which Aragorn was unknowingly increasing with his mirth.

"Only you!" Aragorn said. "Only you would dream something so ridiculous!"

Legolas smiled, but it turned into a wince as he closed his eyes and put a hand on his head again.

Aragorn stopped laughing when he realized that he was causing his friend pain. "Oh Legolas…forgive me…" he said, getting off the bed and going into the washroom, quickly coming back with a wet towel.

Legolas sighed with relief when the cold cloth touched his throbbing forehead.

"Can you eat?" Aragorn asked, knowing that the concussion had caused his friend to suffer nausea. "You cannot go any longer without food."

Legolas knew that he was right. His elven healing was being hindered by the fact that he hadn't eaten since before the orcs' attack. "I will try," he said.

Aragorn smiled. "Good. I shall return." He walked towards the door, opening it to find his brothers standing there holding a tray.

"Why, thank you!" said Elrohir, as Elladan walked in first, carrying the tray.

"Is he awake?" Elladan whispered, seeing Legolas laying with a towel over his forehead and eyes.

"Aye," Legolas said, his voice sounding tired.

"How do you feel?" Elrohir asked. "Do not say that you are 'fine', for you are clearly not. For once, tell the truth!"

Legolas smiled slightly. "The truth…I am in pain. Is that what you wished to hear?"

"Of course not, mellon-nin," said Elladan, giving Legolas a sympathetic look as he set the tray on the nightstand.

"Where is father?" Aragorn asked, surprised that he had not come to see how Legolas fared.

"He was here an hour ago," said Elrohir. "But you were both still asleep. He gave me an herb to give Legolas if he was awake now."

When Legolas heard those words, he removed the towel from his head, opening his eyes.

Elladan slid his arm behind his friend's shoulders and slowly lifted him up high enough to drink, careful not to jostle the elf's broken arm.

The herb tasted good, to Legolas' surprise, and he drank it down, grateful that his stomach didn't protest.

"Wait," said Aragorn, before Elladan had a chance to lower Legolas down again. Grabbing the pillows, he piled them behind Legolas so that he could recline in a sitting position.

"I feel like royalty," Legolas quipped, joking about his friends' pampering.

"Well, I would think so," said Aragorn. "Since you are."

Legolas smiled, sighing in relief when the pain in his body began to lessen.

"Here," said Aragorn, handing him a piece of lembas.

Legolas took it, biting off a small piece and swallowing it slowly. His stomach had accepted the painkilling herb without incident, and he prayed that it would accept food as well.

Everyone watched, aware that this was the first time that Legolas had eaten after his concussion.

Legolas waited before taking another bite, allowing his stomach time to react. The nauseated feeling did not come, and he sighed with relief.

The twins and Aragorn, sharing his relief, echoed the sigh in unison.

Legolas looked up at them, smirking. "That was nearly as humorous as the pink hat that Aragorn knitted for his horse."

"The what?!" the twins both exclaimed.