Disclaimer: No, sorry. I still don't own them. I went to the auction, but Tolkien's spirit out- bid me... :( Oh well, maybe next time...
A.N.: First of all - thanks for the reviews. I am sorry this took so long to update but I was sick and couldn't stand the computer... Also, I am aware that this chapter is relatively short, but the next one is going to be Legolas waking up at last, so keep reading and reviewing - 'cause reviews are my life! (or at least the life of my stories... )
.7.
The room was filled with sunlight. The smell of flowers and the twittering of birds were carried in the air. Frodo soon saw why, as he looked through the window. There, many birds stood singing and lying flowers on the seal. He remembered what Bilbo told him once, about the love the feathered creatures held for the Mirkwood elves, and felt a small smile beginning to form on his lips.
At last, he found the courage to look at the bed.
The chair pooled next to it, was currently occupied by a dwarf, looking quite oblivious to the hobbit in the room. His expression was somewhere between helplessness, dread, fury and pride, as he sat holding the hand of the figure lying in bed.
Frodo followed this hand, and his breath caught with both tears and awe when he saw the fair creature it belonged to. The elf appeared even more beautiful – although in a morbid way. He was a porcelain statue, so white and finely carved, and his eyes were unusually closed. His hair shown in the sun, looking more like shining gold now, that it contrasted with his pale skin. His breathing was far from being apparent, and Frodo had to concentrate hard to assure himself he did breathe at all.
"Oh..." the little sound that came from Frodo, though no more than a gasp, was enough to bring Gimli back to reality and away from what reverie he was previously lost in. he looked up, seeing Frodo standing there for the first time, and his eyes widened, a flicker of joy passing in them after many days of worry. "Frodo! You are well lad! Why, that is cheering news!"
"Hello Gimli." The hobbit said, ever mindful of his friend still motionless on the bed. Then, realizing just how sad dispirited he sounded, he asked with a little more cheer, forcing a smile to his lips: "So, what did I miss?"