Legolas and Aragorn remained unconscious for many hours. In both Gondor and Rohan the friends and family of the two were worried and unsure as to what had caused the collapse of each.

Finally, after what seemed like a life time for Thranduil, Aragorn stirred and woke. "Are you well, Aragorn?" Thranduil enquired.

"No, I am famished and I sense that Legolas is in trouble." Aragorn could not hide the fear in his voice.

"I agree, I feel exactly the same." Thranduil confirmed. "I will inform Eomer that we must cut short our visit. We must leave Rohan as soon as possible."

Thranduil found Eomer in him study and explained the situation, he insisted that they take with them adequate supplies and guards.

"Will he be well?" Lomion was worried for his baby brother. Since being informed by the twins of Legolas' collapse her had sat by the blonds side, holding the limp pale hand between his two larger ones.

Elrond shook his head and looked at the Crown Prince, voice gently he explained. "Lomion, I believe that Legolas is seriously ill. He has lost a lot of weight in an incredibly short amount of time and I fear that things will only get worse. It is an illness, one that makes a person starve themselves. It is a combination of both mental and physical disease. Legolas thinks he is overweight and is starving himself in order to loose weight and deal with it; he may also be making himself sick and doing who knows what else. At present he needs our love and support."

Worry and shock marred Lomion's face. "Will he recover? Have you dealt with this before?"

"Yes, many years ago. A young Elleth teased by her friends who said she was fat. We managed to speak sense with her and she is know well and married with Elfling's. Legolas may recover; it is just too early to say. It will be down to him ultimately."

Lomion continued to rub the cold lifeless hand between his and looked up in time to see cloudy blue eyes. "Ada?" Confusion was clear on Legolas face.

"No, little Leaf it is Lomion. He helped Legolas to sit upright and rest against the piled pillows.

Elrond smiled at the prince Consort. "Here, Legolas eat these fruits and we will see if you wish to try a larger meal."

Legolas paled further at the mention of eating. "I am not hungry, my Lord I will eat later. I wish to rest.

Lomion caught the healer's eye. "Come, Legolas eat a little you must be hungry you have not eaten since the morning meal."

"I am fine just leave me alone. I told you I do not wish to eat." Legolas was panicking, if he was forced to start eating he did not think he would have the self control to stop himself from eating the entire platter of sliced apples and other fruits. Then he would have to make himself sick again that night.

"Please, Legolas just try this one. Look it is a strawberry, one of your favourites." Lomion tried to coax his brother with the red succulent fruit but was shocked ridged when Legolas yelled at him.

"I am not a child any more, Lomion. I can no longer be calmed by strawberries." As Legolas shouted this out he picked up the platter and threw it at the wall. The platter shattered, falling in pieces among the fruit. Fruit juice ran down the wall and into a puddle on the floor. Elrond and Lomion jumped back from the enraged Prince and left the room, giving him time to calm down.

Both Thranduil and Aragorn were riding their horses hard, leaving the guards far behind them as they attempted to make the week long journey to Gondor in just a few days. Both could sense just how much trouble Legolas was in.

During one of their infrequent stops, Aragorn had informed Thranduil about how Legolas had been making him self sick and that he had promised to stop.

The pair had to hurry, each agreed that if the feelings they could sense were real, Legolas was not the only one who would need them.

Elrond was worried, very worried. Legolas had finally agreed to start eating again after much coaxing by his brothers and friends, but the Prince had not gained any weight and was in fact still loosing what little fat reserves he had on his body.

He walked into the Prince's chamber carrying a platter of bread and cheese along with a glass of juice. Everything they were giving Legolas to eat was full of nutrition and while not extremely fattening. The Prince should at least have gained some weight.

Setting the tray on Legolas' lap, the Prince began to eat silently taking small bites and chewing them for far longer than needed. Elrond smiled at the Prince before leaving the room to fetch his own meal. He walked back into the chamber just in time to see Legolas carefully selecting the larger pieces of cheese and wrapping them in a piece of cloth before hiding them in his drawer.

Elrond's voice was soft, very soft and fairly throbbed with anger. "What do you think you are doing, Legolas?" Legolas looked up startled eyes wide as he realised he had been caught. Elrond's voice rose as anger took over. "You have been hiding your food? How could you, when we have been so patient with you?"

Lomion and Elardion came running at Elrond's raised voice. They too were shocked when Elrond explained to them what Legolas had been doing and that he had just witnessed it. Both of Legolas' brother's gave him such disappointed looks that he began to feel very guilty.

Lomion sat next to Legolas and started to talk to him. "Legolas you have to eat. You need to gain a lot of weight. Before your pregnancy you were thin, but now you have no fat at all on you."

Elardion agreed. "Once you body has finished using your fat reserves, which it seems it has, your body will start to consume your muscles to survive. You will become weak and helpless until you start to eat." His voice was pleading.

Legolas would have none of it and screamed back at them. "That is all fine and well, but I need to get rid of my fat. I look like an Olliphaunt and Aragorn will hate me for being fat." His voice trailed of to barely a whisper. "I just want to be the old me for him."

It finally dawned on Elrond just how far Legolas had dropped into this madness and depression. He steeled him self for what he had to do even though he did not wish to. He gave Legolas an ultimatum. "Either you begin to eat on your own and keep it down or we will be forced to feed you. It is your choice, Legolas." After he finished the three gave Legolas sad looks and then left the room.

Legolas curled into him self and cried. He did not want to be forced to eat, but he could not put food into his mouth any more, everything he tried just tasted like dust and he felt so full and bloated all of the time.

As they rode Aragorn felt a pain deep in his stomach. It grew until it was so painful that he lost consciousness, falling from Brego. Swiftly dismounting the King of Eryn Lasgalen knelt beside his son in law and gently picked him up. Placing him in the saddle in front of him they continued to race towards Gondor. If they kept this pace up they would arrive within the day.

Legolas sat stubbornly in his bed as his brother's pleaded with him to eat. He flatly refused. They had even gone to the length of banning him from seeing his children, telling him he was in no fit condition to feed and look after them. This still did not persuade him.

Elrond was loath to make true his threat to force Legolas to eat, but he saw no other way. He had tried feeding him herbs via a glass of water. Legolas had entered into a relaxed state of mind, barely awake but he had still refused to swallow any food.

Elrond knew then that he had no choice but to do what he most dreaded. He gathered Elardion and Elrohir to him, he needed those with healing experience and these two would be perfect and able to help.

They entered Legolas' chamber as they usually did. Legolas' appearance had changed drastically. The usually clear, blemish free skin was gone. His face was covered in spots and had a greyish tint. His gorgeous blond locks were now lank and dull. He held none of the trademark beauty of the Prince.

All in all he was a sorry sight. If Legolas looked into a mirror he saw a fat, dreadful looking Elf, but in truth he looked even worse without a mirror. Legolas had always been on the thin side, even when an Elfling. While pregnant he had gained weight and been large considering he was carrying twins.

Elrond could not help but think that Legolas had looked wonderful with that little extra weight. Maybe not as much as he had while pregnant, but after the birth he had looked far healthier if a little tired. That was until he started this ridiculous diet.

Indicating that his son and old apprentice should talk to the Prince as normal he started to prepare for the unpleasant task ahead of him. Adding some herbs to the water in a goblet he mixed them until they dissolved.

"Legolas, if you will not eat, please do not starve yourself of water as well. Water is not fattening, I promise." He handed the goblet to the Prince.

Legolas looked dubiously at Elrond before drinking the offered glass. Almost as soon as he had finished he felt his world begin to tilt and he slipped into sleep.

When Legolas awoke he found his arms and legs in restraints. Opening his eyes he found Lomion peering down at him.

He tried to speak but his mouth was far too dry to form words.

"Do not worry, Legolas it will be well, I promise." Lomion stroked his brother's hair trying hard to hide his disgust at just how thin it was. Legolas' prominent cheek bones stood sharply on his face and the sleeping robe made it all too obvious just how thin the young Elf was.

Elrond approached the bed and gave Legolas one last chance to reconsider. "I have some soup here that is extremely good. Either you eat it in the conventional manor or I will force you to."

"You have no right to do this." Legolas managed to croak out. Lomion held out a glass of water to help him drink. Legolas refused until Lomion had taken a drink him self. The water was cool on his parched mouth. "I will not swallow so you may as well give up."

Elrond replied with a sigh. "I know you will not." He motioned to Nolvo who moved forward, he was holding a soft tube. Legolas' eyes widened it reminded him of the tubes they used to give horses medicine. "I am going to put this down your throat and into your stomach. It will be uncomfortable, but it will soon pass. I only do this as a last resort."

Elardion and Elrohir stepped forward to help. Legolas sensed he had no control to stop them from restraining him, but he would not make it easy for them. He clamped his jaw shut and refused to open his mouth. Elrond gave a small laugh as he realised what Legolas thought he would be doing.

"Good try, Legolas but this tube goes down your nose so it will be of little use closing your mouth."

Elrond took the tube from Nolvo and carefully greased it. He moved towards Legolas who tried to pull away. Elardion moved to stop him and held his head tightly so that he could not move. Elrond placed the tube against the opening of the right nostril and began to feed the tube into Legolas tracking its progress by feeling the pale throat. Legolas could not stop himself from gagging and tears ran down his face.

Elrond had to be careful constantly checking to make sure the tube was in the right place and not in the lungs. It would be disastrous if Legolas had his lungs and not his stomach full of soup.

The tube hurt as it went down and Legolas tried unsuccessfully to move his head from side to side, but he was just too weak. It did not stop him from trying though.

"Legolas, stop moving or I will place your head in restraints as well!" Elrond spoke harshly.

Legolas was shocked to the core to think his family could act like this to him as well as speaking so harshly. He stopped moving and felt Lomion speaking softly to him telling him all would be well.

Legolas hated what they were doing to him it was so degrading.

Elrond finished what he was doing and thanked every one for their help. He lifted Legolas sleeping robe so that he could see his chest and stomach. He gently palpated the skin feeling for the tube.

Lomion looked at Elrond puzzled. "What are you doing?" There was strain in his voice, the only sign of the terror he felt when taking in his brother's chest. Every bone stood out proudly. To Lomion his brother resembled a skeleton and not an Elf.

"I must check that the tube is in the right place. If I am wrong and feed Legolas the soup he could die." He sat back at last content that the tube was indeed in the stomach.

Thranduil and Aragorn made their way into the city still riding as fast as they could. It reminded them sharply of the day about a year and a half ago when Legolas' life hung in the balance once again. Aragorn had woken, but they did not stop to take the time to change horse, instead they had continued to ride as fast as physically possible.

Elrond fed the high calorie soup to Legolas through the tube. He had decided to keep Legolas in restraints, worried that if he removed them Legolas would pull the tube out. Lomion sat next to his brother stroking the pale face trying to keep him calm.

Everyone was gathered in the room. They jumped when the door swung open to reveal Aragorn and Thranduil.

Aragorn was shocked at the sight of his husband, extremely thin and pale with a tube in his nose. He could barely choke out a shocked. "Legolas, what have you done?"

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