Tears of poison:

by Elven hope

Admir was practically hysterical by the time that Thranduil - the first one to reach her, for he had been urged on by the fact that it was Rogir in trouble - found her.

"What happened?" He asked bending down next to Admir who was doing her best to hold Rogir's head up so that he wouldn't swallow his tongue despite the state she was in.

"He was coughing..." she gasped for breath between the sobs. She didn't entirely know why she was crying so much, but she knew she was frightened. "... I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't realize..."

She held up the dart it was only about two inches long and she hadn't noticed it until Rogir fell over, she was surprised though that he hadn't felt the pain himself; for although the flight of the dart was not large, the point doubled its length.

Thranduil snatched the dart from her and looked at it disdainfully, he was about to throw it away when Elrond ran up and caught his hand.

"We may need this," Elrond said pulling the dart out of the elven kings hand and wrapping it in a handkerchief which he produced from his pocket - hoping to be able to analyze it later and find out what poison had been used.

Thranduil looked at his son for a minute examining the various other cuts he had gotten somewhere then without further hesitation picked him up and carried him back to the house, Elrond and Admir following behind.

Elrond looked down at his foster daughter worried, she was breathing far too fast, and had gone terribly pale; he would have to give her something for shock later.

At the speed Thranduil ran it did not take him long to reach the house, and soon he had reached the healing rooms. Elrond was hot on his tail, but he was not going as fast for he wanted to keep pace with Admir.

Thranduil laid Rogir down on one of the beds and put a hand to his forehead drawing it back quickly, his son was caustic. His temperature was through the roof and his breathing was shallow.

Elrond walked in and after laying Admir down on the bed opposite Rogir's and telling her to stay put went over to Thranduil and his son. He quickly pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket and looked at the dart careful not to touch the point incase there were still a trace of poison there. He guessed by the make of the dart that it was orcish and he knew what types of poison orcs normally used, but he didn't want to take his chances with the wrong antidote. Wrapping the dart quickly back up again he turned to his daughter.

"Admir, how long has he been acting oddly?" The healer asked.

"He was coughing," Admir said slowly trying to estimate the time. "It was no longer than ten minutes before he collapsed." She answered shakily.

"Thank you," Elrond said and turned for the door. "I will be back in a minute, Thranduil; I have to find the antidote for this poison." The Mirkwood King nodded too worried by the state of his son to pay much attention to Elrond.

Aradwyn groaned the pain in his head was getting worse. He looked down at Legolas as the prince stirred and leant forwards a little to shake him slightly. He didn't really understand what was happening or why Thranduil had been so flustered, but he didn't want to leave his younger brother in case something went wrong. "Legolas?" He asked when his brother's eyes flickered. "Legolas can you hear me?"

Suddenly the young prince sat bolt-upright startling Aradwyn. "Rogir."

"What?" Aradwyn asked looking at his little brother confused. "What about him?"

"He's in trouble," Legolas said quickly and before Aradwyn could stop him he had jumped up and was at the door in seconds.

"What do you mean?" Aradwyn asked following his brother as he raced off down the hall.

"He's hurt." Legolas yelled, he supposed that he had been unconscious for a reasonable amount of time so instead of heading back out to the gardens he went towards the healing rooms.

Aradwyn followed behind him praying to the Valar that there was no something terribly amiss. The youngest of the pair burst through the door to one of the healing rooms, which he guessed his brother was in for it was the only one, which had its door, closed.

Legolas stopped abruptly in the doorway and Aradwyn nearly tripped over him he was going so fast. Cautiously both princes edged into the room uncertain of whether their father would object to them being there or not. Thranduil didn't seem to notice them, however, so both walked inside staring down at their brother.

"Ada...?" Aradwyn asked quietly not once taking his eyes off Rogir.

Ok please review. We had many people just waiting for us to update, so maybe from now on we won't update until we get at least 3 reviews on the chapter. Seem fair? I mean, how long does it take to write "it's really good" or "omg ur writing sucks"? 0.0

Shawna D. (only signed by her because she put the chapter up and the notes)