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Why Legolas Was Silent.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lord of the Rings characters.

Reviewer Responses:

XoGiggles: Yes I am evil. But this is only just the beginning for our young elf friend, it will not be pretty.

spiritstallionofthecimarro: Thanks! And believe me; things will get more interesting, poor Legolas and Aragorn.

SilverStar77: Well, what is wrong with Legolas is more than the common cold; it's something about his past.

IwishChan: I'm glad you feel sorry for our poor elven friend. Don't worry, this torture will not scar him for life, I hope. And yeah, Gimli was stupid for yelling at him. But don't worry; Legolas may get his revenge in the end.

Stephy: Thanks for the lovely review. And don't worry, part of what's wrong with Legolas will be revealed in this chapter.

Dec69: I know, I feel sorry for him too. He is ill, but also something from the past is haunting him too.

Keji: Well, you are right on both accounts. He has a cold, but it also has to do with something about his past too. Prepare to get some hankies for it will be sad.

Svana: Thanks for your review. It'll get more exciting, believe me.

Ivisigoth3: Oh believe me, I will torture him. Poor Legolas. Evil smile.

LoanWolf99: I feel sorry for Legolas too. I hate to do what I'm going to do with him but I'll pull him through in one piece. I hope.

alexis: Thanks for your review.

Most of all I thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. For He is the one who helps me in writing these stories. So without further ado, here is the second chapter.

Chapter Two The Calm before the Storm.

Boromir restlessly watched the Fellowship sleep. He knew that it wouldn't be long before he would be released from his guard duties and then Aragorn would take over. A cough broke his thoughts, and he looked to see where it was coming from. He saw that it came from the elf Legolas. He also noticed something strange about him. Normally the young elf slept with his eyes open, but this time he was sleeping with his eyes closed. Boromir didn't know much about elves, but what little he heard from Aragorn that elves very rarely slept with their eyes closed unless they had a fever, were poisoned, or injured. Another cough from the elf brought the man to the elf's side. He knelt down and put a hand on Legolas's brow. He noticed it was burning up with fever. Worried, he decided that the best thing to do was to wake Aragorn up. He hated to, but he didn't know what else to do. So he went over to Aragorn who was sitting up against one of cave's walls asleep. He gently shook the ranger so as not to startle him.

"Hmm?" the ranger mumbled.

"Aragorn, we have a problem. I heard Legolas coughing and I went to check on him. He is burning up with fever." Aragorn's face fell. So it was Legolas that was ill. A groan from Legolas brought him to his senses. He went over to his sick friend and knelt beside him.

"Legolas, my friend, what's wrong?" Suddenly Legolas made gasping noises and the ranger knew what was going to happen, Legolas was going to be sick. So Aragorn gently turned the elf on his side and waited until he was done. When it was over he turned Legolas back over.

"Well at least we know one thing that's wrong with him." Said Boromir dryly. Aragorn wiped his friend's mouth off. Then he asked him again, "Can you tell me what else could be wrong?" But Legolas just looked at him with pain-filled eyes.

"Legolas, please don't be stubborn," he pleaded, "Tell me what's wrong." Legolas gave him a look that clearly said, Look stupid human, I am not being stubborn. I am trying to tell you what is wrong but you are not letting me tell you. Aragorn sighed; this was going to be a long night. Aragorn went to gently touch the elf's throat. But Legolas quickly grabbed it and pushed it away. Aragorn frowned.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Boromir with concern.

"Well he seems to have nausea and his throat is causing him pain so that he can't talk." Now that Aragorn knew what the problem was of why Legolas wasn't answering him he tried another tactic.

"Legolas, I'm going to ask you some questions. Shake your head for no and nod for yes. Do you understand me?' Legolas nodded his head.

"Do you hurt anywhere?" Legolas nodded.

"Does you head hurt?" Legolas nodded again.

"Does you whole body hurt?" again Legolas nodded. He then shivered.

"Are you cold my friend?" Legolas nodded yes. Aragorn took off his cloak and covered his friend up with it.

"Boromir put some more sticks in fire. I am going to get some herbs and try my best to heal him." Aragorn got his pack and took out the necessary herbs and plants that he needed. Soon the cave was filled with the sweet scent of medicinal herbs and plants. Aragorn first made the fever-reducing tea and administered it to his sick friend. Legolas slowly drank the tea, letting the warmth steal over him. Then he gave Legolas some nausea reducing tea. At first it worked well, but then after it was drank, it came back up again. Aragorn knew that if Legolas didn't get any of the medicine his stomach would not settle, so he tried again, letting it go down slowly this time. Legolas gagged a little but the second time it stayed down. Aragorn sighed a sigh of relief, now all that was needed was some rest. He took some athales plant and burned it in the fire, hoping that it ease Legolas's pain and lull him to sleep. But alas it was not be. For suddenly Legolas started to whimper and thrash about. Aragorn put a comforting hand on his friend's forehead.

"Shh, melon nin. I am here, do not be afraid." But Legolas didn't hear him. His eyes were wide in fear and he still kept thrashing around. Aragorn then caught something that Legolas was murmuring.

"No, no, you can't be dead. Please come back to me. Don't leave me!" Aragorn's heart was breaking; whatever Legolas was dreaming about it couldn't be good. When Legolas started crying, Aragorn put Legolas's head in his lap trying to sooth him with comforting words.

"I'm not dead melon nin. Whatever has happened it is over now. Do not weep anymore. Let my words comfort you and heal your body and spirit." The fever in Legolas's body raged higher, and Legolas whimpered in distress. Aragorn grew frightened, what if the medicine didn't work. No, he thought, I am hope. I can not give up. Legolas started to murmur again.

"No, no, you will not take me.! Leave me, leave me!" Caringly Aragorn brushed his friend's sweat-drenched hair from his face.

"You are safe melon nin. There is no danger here. Let my words and Valar's power come over you and heal you." At first Legolas started to cry again, but after a few more comforting words and of Aragorn putting a cool cloth on his burning face and body, Legolas started to relax and fall into a deep sleep. Sighing, a shaky sigh of relief, Aragorn decided to try to get some sleep himself, thinking that the worse was over. But little did Aragorn know that this was just the calm before the storm, and he would soon be in a battle for his dear friend's life.