Hey everyone! I would've posted this days ago, but ff had a problem sending out author alerts. (I hope the alert for this chapter goes out, lol!) Oh yeah, I wrote a silly little limerick that I wanted to share! Here goes:

There once was an elf-lord named Elrond,
Who accidentally fell into a pond.
His sons all laughed,
Thinking him daft,
And so, Elrond dyed all their hair blond.

All righty then...LOL! On with the chaper! :)

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The next morning, Legolas awoke to find himself lying in bed. He was warm and comfortable, and happily burrowed deeper into the pillow. Pulling the covers closer around himself, he unexpectedly met with resistance. Surprised, Legolas turned over to find that his father was sleeping beside him.

The sight warmed Legolas' heart, and he smiled before falling back to sleep again.

Voices woke him seemingly minutes later, but he realized that time had passed, as the voices were coming from Elrond's sons.

"I'm not surprised," he heard Aragorn whisper. "I remember the two of you confusing me with your identities countless times. But Legolas was so young! How did he react?"

Elladan sighed. "Not how we expected."

Legolas smiled, remembering the incident that the twins spoke of.

"Elladan!" Legolas shouted, running over to the much taller elf.

"I am not Elladan, little Legolas," Elladan said, smiling down at the small elfling.

Legolas blinked. "Oh. Then you're Elrohir!"

"I'm not Elrohir either," he said.

"Neither am I," said another voice.

Legolas frowned as Elrohir—or Elladan—came into the room, standing beside his twin. "But…but…you're Elladan," he said, correctly pointing. "And you're Elrohir."

"I am not Elladan, nor Elrohir," said Elladan.

"That's odd," said Elrohir. "Because neither am I."

They both stared at Legolas, expecting him to laugh at their jest, but the elfling did something that the older elves did not expect.

He screamed.

Elladan and Elrohir's mouths dropped open when the elfling turned and ran. Shocked at his reaction, they hurried after him.

Legolas heard them coming, and screamed louder. Turning a corner, he saw Elrond at the end of the hall and ran all the faster.

Elrond frowned at the sight of the terrified prince and knelt, opening his arms to the elfling. "Whatever is wrong, penneth?!" he exclaimed.

"El-Elladan isn't Elladan, but neither is Elrohir!" the elfling cried.

Elrond frowned at Legolas' strange words, holding him tightly.

"And Elrohir isn't Elrohir, either!" Legolas continued, his voice muffled in Elrond's robes. "Neither of them are anyone!"

Sighing, Elrond looked up as his sons turned the corner. They both looked contrite as they stared down at the elfling. "What have you to say for yourselves?" Elrond asked. "Scaring Legolas like this!"

Both twins knelt. "Forgive us, little one!" said Elladan, reaching out to rub the elfling's back. "We were jesting! You have no need to fear us!"

Legolas sniffed and turned his head, looking at them.

"You were right," said Elrohir, using one finger to tickle the little prince. "Elladan is Elladan, and I am Elrohir!"

Legolas giggled and squirmed. "I knew that I was right."

Elrond smiled. Everyone was amazed at Legolas' ability to always correctly identify the twins.

"Do you want to play 'Orcs and Warriors'?" said Elladan.

"Yes!" Legolas exclaimed, letting go of Elrond. "You two are the orcs! I bet I can beat you to the courtyard!" With that, the elfling bolted down the corridor.

Elrond fixed his sons with a glare, preventing them from following after the elfing. "He is right," Elrond said. "The two of you can indeed be orcs."

Both twins sighed. "We did not mean to scare him," said Elladan. "We will never do that again, fear not."

"Good," said Elrond. "Now go, he thinks that you are following him!"

The twins smiled, and ran down the corridor.

"I hope that you kept your word," said Aragorn.

"They did," Legolas said. "For the most part."

The three brothers looked towards the bed, to see Legolas' eyes open.

"It is about time that you woke!" said Aragorn. "Would you like breakfast or lunch?"

Legolas chuckled, sitting up. "You do not need to bring it to me. I would like to eat in the dining hall."

The others nodded, knowing that Legolas wanted life to finally return to normal…or as normal as it could be while awaiting the return of his elven healing ability.

A week passed, and Legolas still had not regained it. He was greatly worried, as Heredil had told them that his had come back to him before a week had been through.

"Mayhap it takes longer with you because you were afflicted for so long," Elrond had said.

Legolas sighed deeply. The healer's words made sense, but his mind still troubled him with frightening thoughts.

Aragorn went to Elrond one night while Legolas slept, and the two of them thoroughly went over the antidote and how Aragorn had prepared it. The human had followed the instructions exactly, and Elrond concluded that he had in fact made it correctly.

"So Legolas simply has to wait," said Aragorn.

Elrond nodded.

"Have you noticed that he hasn't had anymore attacks of breathlessness?" Aragorn asked, happily. "Could that be an indication that the cure is working?"

Elrond thought for a minute, before shaking his head. "I would not raise my hopes too high just yet, regarding that," he said. "Heredil told us that he'd woken one morning with all his ailments cured at once. In the event that Legolas does have one ailment at a time cured, then he'll likely regain his elven eyesight or hearing first, or lose his mortal feel for the temperature." He sighed. "The situation with his lungs and his shoulder is more serious than those. I believe that his lungs are doing better because he has finally recovered from his old illness, and is obeying my restrictions."

Aragorn nodded. "I make him drink the cherry-bark tea morning and night, and when he coughs."

Elrond smiled. "I know. You are an excellent healer, ion-nin."

The following day had unexpectedly been a bad one for Legolas, who woke well before dawn, gasping for air. He weakly called out for Aragorn, but his voice was too soft. In desperation, the elf took a book from his nightstand and threw it out his door and across the hall, where he heard it land with a loud thump.

Aragorn was abruptly woken when the book sailed over his head and struck the wall, before landing on his face. Bolting upright, he heard Legolas struggling to breathe, and jumped out of bed.

Legolas was relieved to hear his friend coming and he tried to calm himself down, knowing that fear would only make his situation worse.

Aragorn dashed into the room and quickly took care of his friend, using the cherry bark and heated juniper oil to halt his attack. The herbs didn't work as well as they had in the past, and when Legolas fell back to sleep, Aragorn stayed with him, fearing that his friend's lungs would have another fit.

Legolas' sleep would have been peaceful had his breathing not been labored, and as dawn rose, Aragorn prayed that someone would come down the corridor so he could have them fetch Elrond for him; he was afraid to leave his friend alone. His prayer was answered less than twenty minutes later when a servant walked past, and Elrond was in the room soon after.

"What happened?" the elf urgently asked.

Aragorn told him, and Elrond frowned as he lowered his ear to Legolas' chest. He was relieved to not hear any excessive fluid, and straightened up, thinking.

Aragorn watched, waiting for his father to speak.

"We have both seen people suffer episodes of this nature with seemingly no cause," Elrond said. "We can do nothing but restrict exertion and keep giving him the herbs."

Aragorn sighed, nodding.

Legolas suddenly stirred, and his breathing rate increased.

Elrond put a hand on the younger elf's head in silent support and affection, as Aragorn retrieved the freshly heated juniper oil.

Legolas said nothing, but he gave Elrond a slight smile.

Aragorn came back with the oil, and they simply watched the golden-haired elf, who seemed to not be completely awake.

The juniper oil helped, but only somewhat, to Elrond and Aragorn's dismay.

"Do not tell my father?" Legolas said, half-asking, half-demanding.

Elrond said nothing at first, knowing that the Mirkwood King had many duties to attend to, and did not need to add sudden worry for his son's health to the list. "Only if you do not worsen," he said.

Legolas smiled, relieved. "I shall not," he said, as if he had some kind of power over his body.

"He will notice if you are not there for breakfast," Aragorn said.

Legolas' expression changed as he realized the truth in his friend's statement.

"Fear not," said Elrond. "We will tell him that you still slumber. It will undoubtedly be true by breakfast time, after the night that you had," he said, seeing how tired the younger elf looked.

Legolas nodded, relieved.

"I can say the same of you," Elrond said to Aragorn. "You will wish to remain here, I assume."

Aragorn nodded.

"I will tell him that the two of you had a late night, and will bring breakfast to you after." He smiled, almost mischievously. "He will never know."

Aragorn's eyebrows rose. "Now I see where the twins get it!"

Elrond's smile widened as he stood and walked to the door. "I shall return. Rest, Legolas."

The Mirkwood prince nodded, before looking at Aragorn. "Where did my book land?"

Aragorn chuckled, shaking his head. "On my face."

Legolas looked horrified, remembering the loud thump.

"It struck the wall first," said the human. "You were lucky."

Legolas smiled. "Would you mind retrieving it?"

Nodding, Aragorn went into his room and brought it back. "Your journal, eh?" he said, teasingly. "Is there anything in here on what a wonderful person I am?"

"No," said Legolas, reaching out for it. "It describes what a scoundrel you are."

Aragorn clutched his chest as if in pain. "Wounding words!" he exclaimed. "I shall need to see what you wrote," he said, flipping through the pages. His eyes suddenly twinkled. "In fact, mayhap my brothers would like to see this!"

"Estel!" said Legolas, knowing how badly the twins liked to tease. "Give it to me!"

Smiling, Aragorn handed it back.

Trying not to grin as he gave his friend a mock-glare, Legolas shoved it under his pillow.