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Estel could only groan at the pain in his head. Even the reverberation hurt. His entire head seemed to be throbbing. He tried to sit up, but the room swam sickeningly, forcing him to sink back and swallow the bile that made its way into his mouth. Once he felt more in control he tried again. This time he succeeded, to find himself in his own bed. Foe one minute he could not recall what had happened for him to be in bed at this time of the day. Then the memory flooded back. "Legolas!"

He through the bedding back and pushed himself put of bed, weaving drunkenly as he tried to get his bearings. Once the room stopped its acrobatics he changed from the sleeping tunic he could not remember putting on and changed into a pair of black leggings with a dark blue tunic.

Making his way quickly from his room he tried to ignore the pain that throbbed in his head. As he turned the corner that led to the room Legolas had been using he saw Erestor, Elrond's advisor walking in front of him.

"Erestor, wait!" The dark haired Elf turned in surprise, taking in the worried face of the young human. "What happened to Legolas? Where is he?" The Elf smiled sadly and led Estel by the arm down to the room, not saying a word.

Estel burst into the room. He took in the sight of Glorfindel and Elrohir sitting next to a large bed. That was not what stopped him though; it was the sight of the restraints at all four corners. Lying flat in the middle of the bed was Legolas. His legs once more were encased in the braces that were being used to reinforce and strengthen the weak and damaged muscles. These were tied in place at the bottom of the bed. What shocked him more was that Legolas had both his arms fastened to the bed with restraints.

"What?" Glorfindel turned to look at him. Estel was shocked at how drawn and exhausted he looked. "Estel. You have woken. How do you feel?"

"I am fine. Legolas?" Elrohir turned to look at his foster brother. If he had been shocked at how Glorfindel looked he was horrified at Elrohir. He looked as if he had not slept for a month, his hair hung limply around his pale face and his eyes. They looked as if he had been crying for days, red and swollen they had a shiny quality to them.

"Please, tell me. What is wrong with Legolas?" The silence was more worrying to him on top of everything else. As he took in his pale friend he could only watch horrified as Legolas began to jerk and spasm against the restraints. Elrohir reached out and tried to comfort the stricken Elf as shudders wracked his form. Legolas jaw clenched, muscles cording before snapping open as if he were screaming in silence.

Estel could only watch in shock as his friend was fed medicine by Glorfindel as Elrohir tried to calm him. The medicine did not seem to help. The fit just seemed to get worse. Finally Legolas seemed to calm, although from where Estel was standing he could see his muscles still spasms, just not as badly as before.

Glorfindel slumped exhaustedly in his chair. Rubbing his eyes he looked at Estel. "When Legolas fell from his chair he hit his head. He has been having fits like this ever since. Nothing we do is helping. I am not even sure they are stopping; the herbs seem to have no effect. I do not know what more to do!" The despair that sounded in his voice was heartbreaking. "I have sent for your Father, he will know what to do."

Estel was surprised to see the shudder that wracked Elrohir's body. "Even then he made be too late. You must understand, Estel no body be it a Mans, Dwarf, Hobbit or Elf can continue like this. They are not built to survive under constant pressure like this. Legolas is dieing. Nothing we are doing will help." Estel watched in fascinated shock as a tear ran down his foster brother's face.

Estel slumped into the nearest chair, his legs suddenly unable to continue to hold him up right. He could not take his eyes off of Legolas. "How long have I been unconscious?" His voice was little more than a whisper.

"Two nights and a day. We were beginning to get worried." Elrohir's voice was choked. "I am glad you are alright."

Estel was too shocked to answer immediately. "That long?" Then hope began to rise inside him. "But if that is true then Ada will soon be here."

Glorfindel hated to burst the bubble of hope, but he could not let the human continue with what could be all too well false hope. "He will be here within the next twelve hours, we hope. But Legolas does not have that long left. The wounds from his legs caused the original fits, but by hitting his head and having no immediate help. Well, it has exacerbated it."

Elrohir's voice was strained. "I have only seen this once. It was a human. He fell from his horse onto cobbles and started to fit. Ada could not stop them and he died. I can not remember what Ada called it. I have been trying…"

"It is called status Epilepticus." The voice came from the door way and all the three conscious beings jumped. Turning quickly to the door all three felt their jaws drop. For standing in the door way was Elrond, his clothes dusty from the ride. Behind him his face as black as thunder was Elladan. "Although I pray to the Valor this is not the case here." He moved into the room to stand by the young Prince.

"Ada. But how?" Elrohir was as shocked as the rest.

"I felt something was wrong, so we left. The injury was not as bad as we had been led to believe. We met the messenger on the way back. Now, please leave. Get some rest. I will care for Legolas. But for now give me some room to work." He did not even see their reluctant nods, just felt them leave, all but one. "You too, Elladan. Although I wish to speak to you later." He could only sigh as the door closed behind his eldest son.

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