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It wasn't until early morning when Aragorn was wakened by the cell door opening and closing. Left on the dusty floor was their breakfast.
Before eating himself Aragorn made Legolas sip at the cups given to them of tepid water and nibble on a piece of stale bread. And after a few gulps and a few bites, Legolas refused to have anymore, even with Aragorn's pleas. Soon after several more imploring words, he was asleep again.
Aragorn sighed and turned away to count the stones in the southern wall of their cell. As he did this, he also listened carefully to the drama going on in the cell cattycorner to theirs.
There was the sound of a cry and retching. Then someone yelled, "Oh no! Yellow fever!"
This struck alarm in Aragorn. A plague of fever? Of course it could be a false accusation… but still… it was so deadly. In the summer months of heat this Ranger had heard of whole villages and towns being wiped out because of it. Sometimes Elves weren't even immune to it as they were to many, many infectious diseases and sicknesses. An outbreak here could kill everyone.
Aragorn tried to listen further but the other's speech was so garbled and panicked that it wasn't understandable. Quietly he ate, even though he wasn't every hungry.
Around nightfall Legolas awoke with a start, probably because of the tortured person screaming down the hall. His head snapped up suddenly and his breathing was hard and heavy. Sweat trickled down his fine features. His hair, dampened, messy, tangled, and unbraided, stuck to his neck, forehead, and shoulders slightly.
Aragorn rose from his seated position and knelt next to his gasping friend.
"Legolas?"