Chapter 29

ElvenHope

Aradwyn just blinked at them slowly. "Pardon?"

"You heard me," Admir said annoyed. "How is your hang over?"

"I don't have a hang over!" Aradwyn said crossly, but his actions contradicted him as he moved a hand up to rub his aching head where a head ache raged with a new found vigor. In fact if Aradwyn didn't know any better he'd say it seemed to be angry about being denied its existence.

"Oh sure," Admir said smiling. "Then how much mead have you had to drink? Your brother reckons that you've had just as much or more even than Rogir. How is it then possible to not have a hang over?"

Aradwyn looked at Legolas eye brows raised. "How did you...?"

"I could smell it on your breath gwador," Legolas said quickly. "You had obviously forgotten that."

Aradwyn leaned back against the wall looking up at the ceiling wondering why this was happening. He couldn't tell his brother that Thranduil had practically forced him to drink the mead could he? But then what else could he say? Legolas may never trust him again if Legolas thought he was as bad as Rogir.

"Legolas, I..."

"I thought you were better than Rogir, Aradwyn," Legolas said crossly. "I didn't think that you'd do something like that! How can I even trust you when I don't know who you are?"

Aradwyn took in his brother's puffy eyes and knew with a sense of great sadness for he knew that he had been crying. All Aradwyn wanted to do now was hug his brother, but he didn't think that was at all possible at the moment.

Aradwyn sighed, ever since their mother had died two years ago - in elvish years - their whole family had broken apart. Thranduil was depressed; Aradwyn could see it even now, still lingering there behind his father's eyes. The weight of both running a kingdom and dealing with his children was tearing the king apart. Aradwyn tried to help as best he could with both the kingdom and his brother's, but it was hard; and he hadn't been around much recently because he had joined the patrols which meant he was away from home for more than two weeks at a time.

Rogir had become rather violent and withdrawn, not talking to anyone or doing anything. Just sitting in his room for hours on end building his barriers up around him. And Legolas; it seemed to be that the younger prince had changed the most. Maybe because he was always on the receiving end of Rogir's temper. Or maybe, because Legolas had found it hard to deal with the death of his mother, when he truly didn't understand what was happening. Death was something unheard of in an immortal race, only amongst the patrols did it occur and everyone did a very good job of sheltering the younger elves from the truth.

Aradwyn wondered how he himself had changed, but put those thoughts aside. He didn't want to think about his mother's death. It still hurt him to think about that despite how good he was at hiding it.

Aradwyn opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again. He got down off the bed and moved over to his brother bending down so that he now looked up into his brother's face. "Aranna nin, Legolas, saes, I am sorry."

Legolas looked down at his brother then hugged him warmly forgetting all the anger he felt in a second.

"But why did you drink it?" Legolas asked confused when they finally broke apart. "Why did you drink it Aradwyn?"

Estel ran into the twins on the way to his father's study and pushed past them, but Elladan grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.

"And where do you think you're going?" Elladan asked spinning his brother around.

"Ada... Thranduil... Rogir..." Estel panted unable to form a sentence.

"What about them?" Elrohir asked.

"Must find... Ada..." Estel said quickly trying to get free.

"Why?" Elladan asked making it clear that he wouldn't let his brother go until he knew what was going on.

"Rogir... sick," Estel managed eventually. "Need to tell Ada."

"What do you mean he's sick?" Elrohir asked quizzically.

"He was being sick," Estel said crossly and finally pulling himself away from Elladan continued running down the corridor, his brother's hurtling after him.

They burst into Thranduil's study with out knocking and the elven king looked round crossly at having been disturbed.

"What is the meaning of...?" Thranduil began rising from the chair he had been sitting in and glowering at the three intruders. He needed time to think, what could have possibly gone wrong now.

"Sorry, Lord Thranduil," Elrohir said quickly before the king could throttle them.

"It's important," Elladan said finishing for his brother.

"Estel says that Rogir was being sick and we thought that we should come and find you." Elrohir said moving aside as Thranduil quickly dashed out into the hallway and down the hall the three brothers following him.

When Thranduil reached his son's bedroom he wasted no time with pleasantries, but threw open the door and rushed inside. Why would Rogir be sick? Elves didn't get sick, but Rogir had been poisoned earlier that meant it could be some sort of after effect. He sighed. Could this day get any worse?

He looked around the room then moved over to the other side of the bed to find his son lying there groaning, vomit still on the floor near to him and running down his chin.

"Rogir, ion-nín, are you alright?" Thranduil could have slapped himself, how stupid a question was that?

Rogir groaned his eyes flickering open before closing again.

Thranduil carefully helped him to stand up and then lie down on the bed brushing the hair out of his son's face and wiping away the vomit from his chin. He looked his son up and down and was surprised to see the sweat beading on his forehead and the way he was shaking slightly.

"Rogir, what happened?" Thranduil asked.

Rogir looked at his father blearily, the fight he had had with himself had taken a lot out of him and he wasn't entirely sure why. He felt like he was going to pass out, waves of unconsciousness were lapping at the corners of his mind and his father's voice seemed so distant.

"Rogir can you hear me?" Thranduil asked worriedly.

"Yes," Rogir said quietly. "I don't feel very good Ada."

"No," Thranduil said looking at Rogir. "You don't look very good."

"Should I go and get Ada?" Elladan asked.

"Yes Elladan if you would." Thranduil said giving the elder twin a thankful smile.

"We'll go with him," Elrohir said pulling Estel out of the room after him and following Elladan.

Finally I get to update something! I tried to update it before but the computer said that the document was empty! I have no idea for a name for this chapter, so tell me and I'll give it a name.

Ok I just want to tell you something about how we (meaning Shawna and myself) write this, because it seems a bit confusing sometimes. We basically write a chapter alternately and then show the chapter to the other person before putting it up. We only occasionally change what the other person has written so basically we don't know what the other person is going to come up with and just have to go with it, so that's why this whole thing may seem that bit confusing occasionally. We do normally discuss the plot, but we come up with things whilst we write and that can throw our whole plan off course. You know we still don't have a proper ending for this other than one detail which I will not tell you.

Oh and Legolas is the same age of Admir, did we ever say he was younger? Admir just acts big for her age because someone decided that she'd be a nice girlfriend for Rogir lol /looks at Shawna/.

Blame me for all late updates, but I haveto write Shadows as well so its harder, but now Shawna has a story as well so I suppose she just has more free time on her hands.

Well I just thought I'd explain, thanks for reviewing.

Namarie,

ElvenHope