Chapter 20: Recovery

By Shawna D.

"Ok, who wants to carry Rogir?" whispered Elrohir jokingly to his twin. Elladan frowned. "Do you really think this is the time for that?" replied Elladan harshly. Elrohir shook his head sorrowfully. "Sorry..." he muttered.
Estel tugged on his foster father's leg worriedly.
"Yes, Estel? Are you alright?"
Estel shook his head. "A...Admir...she's...not here!" he exclaimed beginning to cry. "What if something happened to her?" he asked, letting tears drip all over Elrond.
The Lord of Imaldris picked up the young crying child. "I'm sure your sister has a good reason for not being here. And she did get into a fight with Rogir last night, I assume she may still be mad." he replied. He pushed Estel hair out of his face. He then noticed and bright red marks on his foster son's forehead where a rock had hit him. "Estel? What did you do to your forehead?" he asked.
Estel pushed his bangs back over his forehead. "Nothing." he replied quickly. "I fell." he looked over at Legolas who was still sobbing, being held by his elder brother and decided it best not to explain. Not yet, anyway.
"Dina uuma dela. Lle tyava quel?" asked Aradwyn, who at once having taken his brother had completely forgotten about Rogir.
The younger elf shook his head, and refused to let go of his elder brother.
"Thranduil, we're going to have to take everyone to the healers room." called Elrond. "We cannot just stand here. The boys need something for shock, and I need to examine Rogir too."
The king of Mirkwood nodded, hesitantly picked up his middle son carefully. He had always figured Rogir would turn out to be like Aradwyn, not go off and do something as stupid as this. What could Rogir have been thinking? Or better yet, where did he get alcohol?
Elrond, carrying Estel, turned and ran towards the healer's room, with the other right behind him.

Little did any of them know, one of Thelion's friend just happened to be watching the whole thing...

"You should have seen it!" snickered Thelion's friend evilly.
"What happened?" demanded Admir angrily, not caring if they hurt her for asking.
"The Prince nearly killed the little Princeling."
"W-what...Prince...?" Admir asked shakily, not sure she really wanted to know what had happened anymore.
"The ugly one." replied Amarn. "They're all ugly!" snickered Mornie.
Both of them laughed.
"Hollen am!" snapped Admir annoyed. She couldn't stand these guys, especially since she knew they had beat up Rogir, as well as do something awful, that they were now joking about. "Amin feuya ten' lle!"
Thelion stood up annoyed. He walked over to her, and punched her across the face. "What did I say about talking?" he demanded.
Admir spit the blood from being punched in his face, disgusted with his attitude.
"Tanya nae 'n quel." he said pulling out his knife. "Do you harbor a death wish?"
Admir's expression was blank. She didn't even flinch when the knife was held about an inch away from her nose. "Go ahead, I dare you." she said in a bored tone.
For a second Thelion's eyes showed that he was a bit surprised with her reaction, but immediately concealed it with anger. "You're not afraid of what I could do to you?" he asked smirking.
"No." she replied boredly again.
Thelion growled annoyed, and went back to sit down with his friends, wondering if someone would actually come after her without telling an adult. Things might get rough if an adult was alerted.

When Legolas and Estel had finally calmed down, Thranduil and Elrond decided that it would be better to ask them first, seeing as Rogir was still passed out, and most likely would be for at least another hour. Or so they thought.
"Estel, what happened out there?" asked Elrond gently, not wanting to hurt him or Legolas.
Estel frowned. "Legolas and I were just talking...and...well...we just...we..."
"We saw Rogir lying there." said Legolas, his voice trembling slightly.
"And..." he stopped. Did Legolas actually want Elrond and Thranduil to know? He looked at Legolas who nodded slowly, as if reading the boy's expression. "And...Legolas went to check on him..."
"I...I asked him what he was doing, and...he snapped at me..." said Legolas. He felt his eyes sting, and knew that he had been trying too hard not to cry.
"Then Legolas noticed the...the..." Estel had know clue what it was exactly that Legolas had seen.
"It was...a bottle of wine..." murmured Legolas, hiding his head in his knees.
"And then he accused Rogir of drinking it, and he said he was going to tell you...then Rogir just...well, I don't really know...I was...too busy trying to find you..." he said sheepishly.
Legolas stared at the floor. "I tried to get up, to get you, but he attacked me."
"There's no way he was sober enough..." said Thranduil to Elrond.
"But we did find him attacking Legolas." Elrond reminded him.
"But there's no way he would've been able to control himself properly!" continued Thranduil clenching his fist in anger.
"Calm down, mellon-nin." said Elrond. "You and I will discuss that later. Now Legolas, did Rogir attack you as he would normally?" asked Elrond, without even thinking of trying to reword it.
The young elf nodded. "Exactly as he does normally when we play." he said.
"That's not possible! There's no way he would have had any clearer vision than an edain that lost their glasses!" snapped Thranduil jumping to his feet, scaring Legolas. Legolas backed away in fear and hid behind Estel. Estel looked hurt by the Mirkwood King's comment.
"Even a elfling can't stay sober and keep their right mind and vision on that much mead!" he continued.
"Mellon-nin!" warned Elrond. "You're scaring the children!"
Thranduil looked down at the two young forms, that were huddled together behind Elrond, shivering in fear.
"I think that will do for a while, Ada." said Aradwyn, who had just appeared in the doorway. "Rogir wishes to see you. He thinks he dying, for some odd reason!" he couldn't help laughing.
Thranduil sighed and stood up. "Yes, I guess I'd better see what's wrong with him, and talk to him about what happened.

"Oh, and I think something's wrong with his voice." Aradwyn said stifling a laugh as his father left the room.

Dina uuma dela- Be silent, don't worry
Lle tyava quel?- Do you feel well?
Amin feuya ten' lle- You disgust me
Tanya nae 'n quel- That was not good

lol, Rogir thinks he's dying, wonder y? Oh well, Elven Hope will have the answer! Thanku to everyone who's been reviewing, i meant to put this up yesterday (9/25) but i forgot. So sry, lol. Yea, im also sry Rogir isn't in my chappie, but really Elven Hope is much better at using him, and im better w/ Admir. I can use Rogir, just not in this condition! lol Oh wait until Elven Hope finishes her next chapter, it's gonna be great! Just wait until u read the REALLY weird idea i came up w/...

Namarie

Shawna D.