Freezing
By Nefhiriel
Rating: G
Summary: Humorous double-drabble. Aragorn in the healing wing, being "cared" for by Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas.
A/N: -g- My first attempt at a double-drabble (at least, I hope that's what this would be considered…Heh, obviously I'm new at this). Hope you enjoy it ;-)
"ERU!" Aragorn's pained shout reverberated, echoing down the halls of Imladris.
Elladan took a hasty step backwards, quickly removing his hands. "I'm sorry Estel, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm being as gentle I can." He tentatively reached towards the long gash that ran down his little brother's back. It was swollen, but surely not that sensitive.
Legolas and Elrohir looked on in sympathy.
"Valar, Elladan! Stop!" Aragorn jerked on the bed, attempting to sit up.
Frowning apprehensively, Elladan reached forward to press Aragorn back onto the bed. But before his hands could touch his shoulders, Aragorn shied away from his touch.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Aragorn bellowed, backing away against the wall.
All three elves stared dumbly at the ranger. Stunned, Elladan halted in his ministrations.
"Estel…" Elladan ventured. "I know it hurts, but you have to let me see to it, or it'll get infected…" He couldn't help but feel a little hurt at the way Aragorn was acting. Didn't he trust him? What was wrong? "If you'd rather I got Ada…"
Aragorn did the last thing any of them expected—he started laughing. Between chuckles, he finally managed, "It's not you, 'Dan, it's your hands—they're freezing!"
For those who may wonder… Yes, this is based on recent personal experience. Due to my back problems, I need to have my back taped every day. My sister may be understanding, but she really doesn't seem to comprehend the fact that her hands are COLD! LOL.