Chapter 13: More than friends?

By Elven Hope

Rogir just stared at her. He felt like screaming. "Why are you doing this for me?" he asked her even though he knew she couldn't hear him. He reached out a hand and touched her face.
"Admir?"

Tears filled his eyes when she didn't respond. She was the only one that had ever understood him and she was the best friend he had ever had. The small age gap didn't matter as much to elves as it did to men and he felt his feelings towards her growing more and more as he looked at her.

He turned and looked pleadingly up at Elrond. "Can you help her?"
"Of course I can," Elrond said quickly tears still in his eyes. He was confused about why his foster daughter had given away her life so carelessly although he knew that she could not help the way she felt. First though he needed to check Rogir, he could be in the healing trance for quite a while.
"First Rogir, I need to check that you are alright, understood? Then I will help Admir." He said firmly.
Rogir nodded.
Elrond bent down in front of the young elf and looked at him suspiciously.
He seemed fine, but the healer could see that his pupils were still dilated meaning that the poison had not completely been flushed out of his system.
"You will be fine, but the poison has not gone completely yet so you must rest now Rogir," Elrond said and handed the elfling what looked to be a plain glass of water. "Or at least drink this."
Elladan and Elrohir exchanged worried glances as the unsuspecting Rogir downed the glass in one breath.
"Thank you." Elrond said taking the glass from Rogir before he dropped it.
"I'm not going to sleep though," Rogir said but even as he spoke his eyes were already closing. "I want to stay with... with Admir." The last word was slurred and barely a whisper as he fell back onto the pillows.
Aradwyn and Legolas had been watching the whole thing and now the latter gave a horrified yelp. "You've killed him!"
"No he hasn't," Thranduil assured his sons'. "He's going to be fine."

Thranduil looked up at Elrond as he pulled Admir's bed back to its rightful place. "Doesn't that trick ever get old?"
"No," Elrond said and despite his sadness he was unable to suppress a smile before his serious demeanor took over again. "No one has ever figured out what it really is before it's too late."
Thranduil smiled, but immediately his expression changed as well as he remembered the seriousness of the situation. Although Admir had not been gone long it would be hard for she was young and her spirit weakened by naïve thoughts and inexperience despite how strong willed she was.
They all watched as Elrond knelt down by the bed Admir was lying in and placed his hand on the young elf's forehead. His body began to glow with the shimmering aura that was normally visible on an elf at night, but stronger now as the elf Lord slipped into a healing trance.

Elladan and Elrohir watched their father in awe before Aradwyn brought their attention to him.
"Where are Estel and Arwen?" He asked. "Shouldn't they know?"
Elladan nodded. "Estel wouldn't understand, but Arwen should know, she's probably still picking flowers."
"Shall I go and find her for you?" Aradwyn asked seeing the twins desire to stay with their father.
"No you stay put," Thranduil said pressing down on his son's shoulder as he tried to stand up and pushing him back to the sitting position on the bed. "You need to rest or you'll just make that headache worse. I'll find Arwen."
Aradwyn sighed heavily as his father left the room; he still treats me like a child. When will he realize that I'm not?

Thranduil found Arwen with her friends sitting out in the gardens at the edge of the trees. He was about to approach the group of girls when shrill laughter erupted from their midst and he jumped back startled and rather glad that he only had sons.
"Arwen?" He asked and the black haired elfling turned round to see the Mirkwood King.
"Yes, Lord Thranduil is something wrong?" Arwen asked in her sweet little girl voice.
Thranduil looked at the other girls in the group all now staring wide-eyed at him waiting to see what he had to say. The whole situation was actually quite unnerving, he smiled inwardly; the king of Mirkwood troubled by a few innocent girls, there was most certainly something wrong with that. Maybe it was because their smiles were so innocent that they looked slightly evil and that their eyes shone wickedly.
"Um, yes... Arwen, can you come with me?" He stammered completely out of nature.
"Certainly," Arwen replied and left the group without further discussion following Thranduil back towards the house.

Thranduil felt the piercing eyes of the other elflings on his back as they walked away and turned once to look at them only to find that they were all snickering evilly.

Its age Thranduil, you're imagining things. He tried to convince himself that they were just ordinary children as he walked back up to the healing rooms with Arwen.

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Response to reviews:

theo darkstar- Yay! Glad someone loves all the hard work we put into our story! NO! You cannot elf nap Rogir, because I'm going to elf nap him from Elven Hope 1st! (laughs evilly) just kidding. But yes, Rogir is one of my favorite characters in our story, I don't want him to be stolen from me--er...(clears throat) I mean-- Elven Hope!

Kristen- I hope you really don't expect me to explain whats going to happen next. That would ruin the story for everyone! lol Guess you'll just have to keep reading! >.

TobiasHawk13- (sigh) I don't really think it's fair to torture Legolas so earily. Have you read Elven Hope's To Call One Brother? This story is kinda like a prequal to it, to show how Rogir became so evil. If we can find a way to torture Legolas a little bit, we will try. Ok? -

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