Drinking Games Are Fun Until Someone Gets Hurt.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or its characters.
A/N: Well, this is my second chappie to my drinking game story. Will Legolas pull through? All that I can tell you is that Legolas will be one miserable elf by the end of this chapter.
Chapter Two
Aragorn carried Legolas into the healing room, laying him gently on one of the empty beds. The elf was moaning in pain; deliriously call out different people's name. The ranger continued to try to comfort the elf, and after a few attempts, the young elf finally clamed down.
He took a cool cloth and put it on the elf's forehead, trying to bring down the elf's fever. He couldn't help but feel alarmed at how pale the elf looked. Eomer was concerned too, he knew that Aragorn and Legolas had been friends for a long while, and dreaded to think what would happen if the elf had died.
"Is there any way to cure him?" he asked, hoping to get an answer. Aragorn slowly nodded.
"Yes, there is." He said with great hesitation.
"You seem not too eager to do it. Why my friend?"
"Because it will not be a pleasant experience for him. I hate to have him go through it but it's the only thing I can do to get the poison out."
"Whatever you have to do my friend, I know it's for the best." Aragorn sighed, running his fingers tiredly through his hair. Forgive me Legolas for what I am about to do my friend, he said to himself, but it is for the best, But me and Eomer will be at your side to comfort you when it is over.
He got up, getting the herbs and medicines he needed to make the drink that he needed to give to his ailing friend. It was awful smelling stuff, but he knew that it served a purpose.
Then a thought came to him, what if it didn't work. He done this before and on one occasion it didn't work and the person died. But this was an elf; he had never done this for an elf. Would he die too? He went over to the elf's bedside again, putting the cup of medicine on the table. Taking the cloth he dipped it with cool water again and mopped Legolas's forehead again, the elf moaned as the fever still raged in his body.
"Eomer.I want you to hold him up so I can give him the medicine." Eomer slowly put the elf in a sitting position, as Aragorn slowly administered the medicine. The elf gagged at first, but it stayed down, much to Aragorn's relief. For it came up too early, he thought, it won't work. Then Eomer slowly laid the elf back down.
"How long will it be till we know that this is going to work?" Aragorn shook his head.
"It all depends. But hopefully it won't be to long. For the longer it takes for it to work the less his chances are for recovery."
"So we are in for long night?" Aragorn nodded.
"Then my friend I will stay with you by his bedside to help you with whatever you need." Aragorn smiled a small smile of gratitude, and the two men sat at the bedside of the ailing elf, waiting for any sign that the medicine had worked.
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Gimli was sleeping in a chair snoring loudly when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He woke up with a start.
"Oh I am sorry, Gimli. I didn't mean to startle you." Said Eowyn.
"That is okay my lady. What can I do for you?" he noticed the look of concern on her face.
"I came to tell you that Aragorn had taken Legolas to the healing wards. He is very ill." A look of pure shock came across the dwarf's face. It was not to long ago that he and Legolas were laughing and having fun, now the elf was lying sick in the healing wards?
"How did it happen? He asked.
"I do not know. All that I know is that when I went to find my brother Eomer Legolas was getting sick and looked like he was in great pain." Gimli's heart sank.
"Thank you my lady. I will go see him immediately." And with those he made great haste to the healing wards.
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Aragorn and Eomer were watching the restlessly sleeping elf when a knock was at the door. Aragorn got up to answer it and was surprised to see Gimli standing there.
"Gimli, I am glad you could come."
"How is he?"
"He has a fever and in pain. But hopefully the medicine I gave him will work." Gimli walked over to Legolas's beside. He let out a gasp of surprise when he saw how pale the elf looked.
"How did this come to be?"
"That's what I need to talk to you about." Said Aragorn. "Forgive me my friend, for I have failed to tell you about human ale and the consequences it has for an elf."
"You mean the ale that he drank made him sick?"
"Yes it did. For you see, elves are not used to human ale, it is poisonous to them." Gimli let out gasp of shock.
"If I had known I would have not let him do it. Now he could die and it would be my entire fault."
"Nay my friend, I am partially to blame." Said Aragorn. "For if I had told you the effects of what human ale had on elves this never would have happened."
"But I am the one that bullied him into doing it. And now he paying for the foolish choices that I made." Suddenly Legolas made quick gasping breaths.
"Aragorn!" called out Eomer. Aragorn rushed over the elf's bedside.
"What's wrong?" asked Gimli with great concern.
"It's the medicine I gave him, it beginning to work." Aragorn gave Eomer a basin. He lifted Legolas to a sitting position just in time as the elf began to get sick. Aragorn rubbed the elf's back and waited till it was all over. The elf was shivering violently. He then began to whisper something softly. Aragorn leaned a little closer to figure out what the elf was trying to say.
"Tell me again, mellon nin. I didn't understand what you said." With great difficulty, the elf whispered again.
"I don't feel so well." Aragorn put a sympathetic arm around his friend's shoulder.
"Don't worry, my dear mellon nin. It will soon be over." The elf slowly closed his eyes as he left sleep overcome him. The ranger laid him gently back down on the bed. He pulled more covers over him when he saw the elf shiver more.
"How do we know that all the poison is out of his system?" asked Eomer.
"When he gets to the point where he can't get sick anymore, then we know that all the poison is gone." Gimli sat in a chair next to Legolas, he held his hand and gently brushed the elf's sweat drenched hair from his face. This is my entire fault, oh how could have been so foolish in bullying him into the playing game? Now he is lying here sick and I can't help him. He was startled when a look of sheer panic came across the elf's face. Eomer got the basin again and Aragorn helped him up. This time Legolas sick worse than Aragorn had ever seen before. It took great effort from the elf and for a minute Aragorn thought that the elf was going to pass out. When it was over Legolas was sweating all over, the nightclothes that he was wearing quickly becoming soaked.
Eomer began to take the basin away, getting ready to clean it so it would be ready when they used it again. But before he could do anything the elf moaned and promptly got sick again. Eomer gave a concerned look at Aragorn, who was rubbing smooth circles on the elf's back and using a cloth to mop the sweat off the elf's face.
"I have never seen someone so sick before in my life." Aragorn continued to rub the elf's back, who had by now was so exhausted that his head hung limply on Aragorn's shoulder. Gimli took the basin for Eomer and washed it for him. All the while thinking about his ailing friend. He almost dropped it when Aragorn cried out, "Gimli bring the basin quick!" He quickly gave the basin to Eomer, thinking that Legolas was going to be sick again. But instead the elf went into dry heaves. When it was over Aragorn sighed a sigh of relief.
"Well it is over; all the poison is out of his system. Now all that we can do is make sure he rests and make sure that the fever doesn't spike on him. Now is the time I think to get him out of these sweat soaked nightclothes and into some fresh ones. Eomer I need your help and Gimli there are some clean clothes in those drawers over there." Gimli got the clean nightclothes and brought them over to Aragorn. Under any other circumstances Legolas would have protested that someone was helping undress and dress. But this time he was so weak and exhausted that he didn't even care.
After Aragorn put clean clothes on him he laid the elf back down on the bed. But the elf could not sleep, he was too miserable and weak to sleep, he was exhausted literally to the point of tears. Even then he so tired that the cries sounded like whimpering, for he was too tired to even cry tears. Finally after the help of sleeping herbs and words of comfort from his friends, Legolas finally drifted off to sleep.
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