(-)Chapter 13(-)
Legolas frowned slightly as he gained Rivendell's gate, usually he'd have some sign of other elves well before now, the gate was open but that was the only sign of recent life he had.
Elen sighed and shook her head, quickly passing the elf who had stopped just outside the gate, "What are you waiting for?"
Menel frowned, "Where is everyone?"
Bilbo simply looked confused.
Legolas wandered in and blinked, stumbling backwards in shock as the twins suddenly burst out of the house, both looking out of breath.
The elf winced, "I'm guessing I do not want to know what you've been doing."
Elrohir smiled innocently, while his brother frowned.
"Where is Estel? I'm going to teach that child a thing or two about dissapearing in the middle of the night... without us, anyhow."
Legolas winced, "Well..."
Elladan's irritation became a look of worry, "What happened this time?"
Legolas shifted, "Well... he's... um..."
Bilbo stepped forward with a smile, saving the elf Prince from having to answer, "He's fine, worry not."
Elladan blinked at him, "Bilbo?"
Elrohir grinned, "Mae govannen, what brings you here?"
"I thought it was about time for a visit."
Elen smiled and stepped forward, "Why don't you three go catch up with each other? I'm going to find Lord Elrond and get this removed," she tugged on the mithril band about her neck.
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Elrond simply stared at his sons body in shock and obvious dismay, yet wonder and curiosity as to his situation.
"I shall never understand how he manages to drag himself into these situations. Why must he always be pulled into things that have never before been heard of? It makes my job very difficult," he shook his head with a slight, uneasy smile.
Legolas couldn't help the amused look, "I doubt we'll ever be able to answer this particular question... let us hope this is the end to these situations though," he added flatly.
Elrond shook his head, "Well, get some rest. It is late, and I'm sure your journey has tired you."
Legolas nodded slowly, his gaze drawn to the two clean holes in the human's chest and stomach, his shoulders dropped and he quickly left the room in silence.
The second his bedroom door shut behind him Aragorn spoke for the first time since Bilbo had started his story.
"Legolas you're blaming yourself again."
The elf jumped slightly, his brain immediately regestering confusion at the actions it didn't make, before he sighed and winced.
"It wasn't your fault. You're being silly, Elf, you know it wasn't your fault just as much as I do."
Legolas dropped onto his bed and sighed again, "I could have stopped myself sooner."
"No, you couldn't have, it was the shock that brought you out of it, there was not way you could have stopped yourself."
"I seem to remember you managed it."
The human was confused at first before it finally registered, "Legolas that was different."
"In what way was that different?" the elf snapped in irritation.
"I wasn't being controlled by anyone, I had amnesia."
Legolas just sighed once again.
"Legolas I think that's about enough, you're not helping yourself any by doing this."
The elf shook his head, "I'm not trying to help myself," he replied flatly.
"Well your not helping anyone else at the moment either."
"Oh just be quiet," the elf snapped testily before falling back on his bed and forcing himself into sleep.
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Legolas woke up gradually, wondering over his foggy mind. He groaned and shook his head.
A moment later his door was flung open, revealing two identical elves in the doorway.
"Are you okay Legolas?"
The blond elf glanced up groggily and blinked, "Yes, yes I'm fine."
"You're sure?" the other asked suddenly, "You've been out for three days."
Legolas' gaze shot up, his mind suddenly clear, "What?"
Elladan nodded, "Ada told us... Estel is... he's... recovering..."
Legolas looked confused for a moment, "He's... okay?"
"Well," Elrohir winced, "he... hasn't really..."
Legolas didn't listen and quickly jumped out of his bed and out of his room. He was in the human's room in seconds, in case he had been moved there from the healing ward. His gaze latched onto the pale figure in the bed.
Elrond glanced up at him from where he sat and smiled worriedly, "He started breathing immediately after I finished my work."
Legolas stared at the human before slumping into a nearby chair.
The twins joined them moments later.
Elrond sighed, "He hasn't moved since. But no one knows what to expect."
Legolas simply nodded, settling himself in the chair, knowing he'd be there for a while.
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Aragorn saw nothing, heard nothing, smelt nothing, felt nothing, nor could he speak or move, but he was there. It was very much like being unconscious except for one factor; his mind very much conscious.
He desperately tried to move again, but quickly gave in. After a moment of irritation he attempted it once more, this time fighting it much harder than ever before.
There was no way he could have known his struggles had quickened his breathing and heart rate, he was aware of nothing but his own thoughts. He couldn't have known the sudden fear and panic he'd caused in his room at his sudden, and seeming bad, change. The next thing he realized was that his thoughts were becoming fuzzy.
-What could I have possibly done to deserve another of ada's teas?- was his last conscious thought, right after he realized he didn't have a sense of taste either or he would have known what was coming well before-hand.
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Thoughts blurry at first, Aragorn slowly managed to figure he was awake... -Or as much to it as I'm going to get any time soon,- he thought flatly. He suddenly realized there was a faint tingling in his fingers and toes and frowned inwardly at it's increase up his arms and legs.
His entire body arched in sudden pain as one of his senses, the one he'd rather be without at the moment, returned to him. He cried out suddenly in his pain.
He suddenly felt the pressure of a pair of hands attempt to push him back onto the bed and he forced himself to fall limp to make it easier for the one that was trying to help him. In the next instant he felt the frantic movements of a second pair of hands and arms pull him into a sitting position, he felt, rather than tasted, the liquid being poured into his mouth and he immediately refused it, knowing it would be a sleeping draught. He squirmed weakly against the pair of strong arms and shook his head slowly, his fear of falling back into the black void eating away at him and causing him to force away the offer of oblivion.
He felt one hand press over his mouth so he couldn't spit out the next mouthful but he simply refused to swallow it, instead forcing it up through his nose, a trick he'd learned over his years and now found it greatly handy, especially since he'd only figured out how when he was young to try and gross out the twins. He couldn't help the weak smile when the hand was immediately removed, for a moment he was able to picture whomever it was disgustedly trying to get it off his hand. Before he immediately felt fear again as he felt the cup brought up once again.
Aragorn weakly jerked his head back and to the side as well as he could while being held up by the arms that never once relinquished their grasp.
He shook his head again, this time a little more strongly, "No..." he murmurmed breathily, "ada... no."
The human immediately felt them all freeze and knew he had their attention, none of them moved, "Ada?"
When no one moved, he repeated himself, his hand twitching slightly. He smiled faintly when it was immediately grasped.
He allowed himself to fall back against the one behind him, forcing the pain out of his voice as best he could, despite it's continuous grip, "Ada," he mumbled, "can sleep... get to sleep... by myself..." he smiled slightly, "you'll not win this time," he couldn't hear himself, but he figured he probably sounded pathetic.
He felt the hand on his own squeeze in what he figured was consent after a moment, in which he figured his father realized he couldn't hear him. He smiled faintly and slumped back against the one behind him even further.
Tiredly, he managed to add one more thing, "Legolas?" true to his guess the one behind him shifted slightly and squeezed his arms, "con- keep bai- blam-ing yerself an' I'll drool on you," he managed to mumbled before his mind went blank.
As soon as it was apparent that he was asleep the hands removed themselves.
Elrond stared at his youngest with a faint smile written in his eyes.
Elrohir glanced at his father, fear and worry in his gaze, "Why was he in so much pain all of a sudden?"
"I'm assuming his senses are only just returning, his body was dead, Elrohir, it is oxygen deprived, the sudden return of blood throughout his body is a painful process."
Elladan was still staring at his brother slumped against the elven prince, before turning to his father, "It will not cause him too much trouble later on will it?"
"I cannot say. I hope not," he murmured, "he should be okay. My main worry at the moment is whether or not all his senses return to him."
A/N
Elven Kitten: I'm so sorry for the late update! I really am! I'm already being loaded down with homework from school and THIS year I intend to keep on top of it... instead of COMPLETELY burried beneath it XP I'll try to get some writing in whenever possible but I can't promise I'll be able to get them up every week, though I will try! Anyhow, I hope you liked the chapter. Hope things start getting better now, didn't like this one before XP pathetic work... anywho :) I hope you'll enjoy it more after this. :) Am hoping my reviewers will come back :S lol
Namarie!