Sorry for the long time it took to update, life's a bit crazy at the moment.
I groaned when I woke up, my entire body was stiff and sore; knowing what I could do to help loosen my muscles up I got out of bed. I found the clothes that I had been wearing; they were washed clean and folded upon a chair. I got dressed and set about doing my stretching routine. My flexibility was only half of what it normally was; I stretched everything but didn't try pushing any of it.
I examined the bruising on my body and decided that whatever Elrond had put on them was helping drastically. I normally heal fast but some of the lighter bruising was already half healed. I sat on the edge of the bed for a minute wondering what to do. As if on cue the door opened to reveal Elrohir and Elrond. Elrond brought more medicines with him while Elrohir was carrying a plate of food. Seeing the food I felt my stomach rumble.
"Are you hungry?" Elrohir asked, offering the plate to me.
I nodded and took the plate; I barely glanced at what was on the plate before I started eating. While I was eating Elrond went about setting up his medical supplies and brought out a pen and paper. Once I was done eating Elrohir set the plate on a table while Elrond got my attention.
"I am going to check your injuries today and change your bandages."
I nodded my consent and understanding to him. Once again I endured Elrond's tedious assessment of my cuts and bruises. He applied more pungent slaves and ointments to them; I wrinkled my nose at the overwhelming smell.
"If you would like, I could supply you with some reading materials to help pass the time while you are healing. Perhaps when my father declares you well enough, I could give you a tour of the palace grounds." Elrohir said.
"I would like that." I signed to him, momentarily forgetting that he was ignorant of my language.
"What are those gestures you are continuously utilizing?" Elrohir asked me, a curious look upon his face.
I picked up the paper and began to scribble an answer to his question.
The gestures I am using are a language that I use since I do not know how to speak. My language is called Sign Language. Each sign represents a word or concept, which I can use to communicate with others who understand Sign.
"I am a scholar of sorts; I would be interested in learning this language of signs, if you would be inclined to teach me." Elrohir said after reading my reply.
I smile, a willing and interested student always learns faster than one who is only learning out of necessity.
"I will teach you," I signed to him. Then I wrote a translation on the paper.
It seemed that I would continue to teach sign in this world instead of my own. It would be nice to have someone to talk with whom I didn't have to write everything down for.
Sorry for the short chapter, had a bit of writers block that I have to work past.