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Elrond felt hi heart constrict at the pain in Legolas' eyes, all he could do at present was offer comfort, so he gently hugged the Elf before him. "It is alright, Legolas, I promise I will help you get your strength back. Don't give up just yet." He looked the younger Elf directly in the eye, trying to prove that was what he really would do.

It was then that Legolas realised he could not move his legs at all. Taking a deep breath to steel himself against what he would see, he looked down. Elrond had strapped his legs firmly to the pallet. He looked up in confusion.

"It will help them heal. The bones are badly broken; keeping them immobile will help them set the right way. I will not lie to you; it will take a long time until you can even think of trying to stand. You may yet make a full recovery. It will hard, but if you want it and work towards that goal, we all will help."

The three nodded their heads agreement. Elrond looked up. "Why don't you three go and rest? I will stay with Legolas, then when you return we will see about eating. I'm sure you are hungry." This was said with a statement, His son's always seemed to be hungry. Saying this he shooed them out of the room.

He returned to his seat by the side of the pallet. Smiling down at the still shocked Elf he said gently. "Sleep, you must be tired and the rest will do your body some good." Legolas just shook his head before turning it once more to look out of the window to the little he could see from his position. Elrond chose one of the books from the shelving in the room and returned to his seat, opened the book to begin reading. Silence reigned.

It was Legolas who broke the silence. "Lord Elrond, will you talk to me? I find this silence stifling and I wish to forget." The last few words were whispered, but Elrond's sharp ears picked them up all the same. Putting his book down, the two sat talking reminiscing of happy times. After a while Legolas forgot the lingering pain in his legs and the fact that he could not move to remember times of laughter and joy.

Legolas finally fell into an uneasy sleep just before Estel and the twins returned to the room. Standing Elrond met them at the door. While Legolas was resting he wanted him undisturbed for as long as possible. Leaving Legolas in the care of one of his healers he led the way into the hall to eat.

The meal was sombre; word had obviously passed around the large room. They spent the meal discussing Legolas and how best to help him, eating mechanically. They were interrupted half way through by another of Elrond's healers running to the room and heading directly for Elrond.

"My Lord, you have to come. It's the Prince, he is fitting." He said no more but pulled Elrond from his chair practically dragging him from the room. The other's hurried behind them.

They arrived at the halls of healing to find Legolas being held down by three Elves. Even from the door Estel could see the twitching arms of his friend. Legolas' head was thrown back, blood and saliva mixed to run down his chin where he had bitten his lip. His body was arched back almost like a bow, the tension in his body obvious. Taking over from the healer at Legolas head, he spoke words of comfort the younger Elf could not hear before ordering herbal tea to help calm the fit. His sons stood in the door of the room, looking on in horror at the scene before them.

He continued soothing Legolas until the tea was ready, ignoring the wet patch that appeared in the bed. That could be dealt with later. The healer brought the tea and between them they managed to gently force the set jaw open and dribble the medicine into his mouth,

It took a while but eventually the younger Elf's body relaxed as if all tension had suddenly fled. He was gently lowered onto the pallet once more, while Elrond dealt with the badly bitten lip. He was joined by the side of the pallet by his sons taking the place of the other healers. Between them they helped to clean Legolas and change his bed, all agreeing that the Unconscious Elf did not need to know that the fit had caused him to urinate.

Elrohir brought three more chairs into the room; none wanted to leave Legolas just in case he had another fit. An hour passed before Legolas began to stir, blinking confused blue eyes at those around him. "Lord Elrond? What?"

"Easy, Legolas, you had a fit, it's over know. We will sit here with you. Try and rest." Exhausted blue eyes fluttered closed as Legolas lost the fight to stay awake. Elrond sighed. "He will ache more than ever when he wakes. Muscles do not like that kind of strain." He couldn't help muttering to himself.

The four of them settled in for what looked to be a long night. Estel holding his friends hand, trying to will him better.

Meanwhile, Legolas dreamt of darkness and death. They seemed to be all around him, covering him…..

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