Chapter 30: Sick and dying?

By Shawna D.

Admir turned towards the door. She could've sworn she heard Estel screaming. Why would Estel be screaming? As if thinking the same thing, Legolas was also staring at the door, then turned back to his older brother. One way or another he was going to verify the truth about his brother.

"Aradwyn, why?" he insinuated. He wanted to know, and he wanted to know now.

Aradwyn sighed. "Look, gwador, I…I…" he wasn't sure what to say. How was he going to swerve out of this one? He didn't want his younger brother to think that he had just wasn't thinking at the time, but he also didn't want him to be afraid of their father, for practically making him drink it.

Legolas was becoming impatient as well as angry. "Why won't you tell me?"

"Well…"

Admir glared at the older elf. "Do you know much he's been through today? He can barely say his other brother's name! And then you decided to hurt him more?"

"NO!" yelled Aradwyn. "Never!"

Legolas glanced over at the peredhil that was defending him. Even though Admir was smaller than Aradwyn (despite the fact she was big for her age), she still posed a threat. Admir wasn't like Arwen, who was one to run to an adult as soon as the first insult was thrown. Admir played witness until it was plain to her why people were fighting, and usually solved it. Legolas barely knew Admir, and he was a bit reluctant about trying to make friends with her, since she was so close to Rogir. However, at the moment he saw Admir as a true friend. Why else would she defend him? Why else would she have talked to him? Why else would she stand up to someone older than her?

"Well it sure looks like you tried to hurt him!" she spat at Aradwyn coldly.

The words stung the older elf coldly. He knew it was true. But how could he have avoided it? If he had refused to drink the mead when his father had told him too, who knows what Thranduil's temper would have done to him. And Rogir had at least learned a lesson from all this, right? Suddenly Aradwyn felt cold inside. Elves couldn't feel the cold weather (except for Admir who was a peredhil), but they could feel cold emotions or sadness. What if Rogirhadn't learned his lesson? Sure, Rogir said he had, but Rogir had been known to lie since…no, he wasn't even going to think about that.

Admir snapped her fingers impatiently in front of his face, snapping him back into reality. "Do you want him to become an insomniac?"

"Daro ha. You've said enough." Replied Aradwyn, but Admir wouldn't listen. "What would your Ada think?"

"HE KNOWS!" Aradwyn blurted out before he could stop himself.

Both elflings looked at Aradwyn in awe. Thranduil knew? He knew and he wasn't mad?

Footsteps scampering down the hall interrupted all thoughts at that moment. Without thinking first, Admir opened the door and ran off toward the noise. Legolas and Aradwyn followed her.

As soon as Elladan and his brothers' had left the room, the door was thrust open yet again, and in rushed Admir, and his other two sons.

Admir nearly fainted in surprise but Aradwyn pushed her back onto her feet.

"Lord Thranduil, what happened?" she asked softly.

The King of Mirkwood shook his head. "I'm not entirely sure myself." He admitted.

"Rogir…?"

Upon hearing her voice, Rogir forced his eyes open with great difficulty. Admir was worried? Wasn't she still mad? Didn't she think he deserved this?

Admir sighed in relief. "He's awake."

"Ew…" whined Legolas tapping Admir and pointing to the floor where Rogir had been sick.

"H-how?" asked Admir. "Elves don't get sick…"

Thranduil shook his head again. "No, they don't, unless they are drunk and although he is in an awkward state, he seems perfectly sober to me."

Rogir stared blearily at Admir, who had sat down on the bed beside where his father had placed him, without asking Thranduil first.

After looking at him closely Admir noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead. Elves didn't normally sweat either, unless it was from poison, and she doubted this was a side effect from the poison the day before. He seemed to be half-awake and half-asleep at the same time, though she assumed he was awake since his eyes were open, and normally in this condition he'd be sleep with them shut.

"Shouldn't we let him sleep?" she asked, then realized how stupid it made her sound.

"Of course not! We don't even know what's wrong with him!" snapped Thranduil angry that she had obviously not thought before she spoke.

"Don' yell at 'er…" slurred Rogir weakly.

Admir flinched. She hadn't expected Rogir to say anything. "No, mellon-nin, do not talk. You need to relax."

"Don' worry…" he replied.

As soon as Rogir tried to push himself up his father pushed him lightly back down, remember how he had hurt Rogir trying to help him during the poison incident. "She is right, ion-nín, just relax."

Rogir groaned. "Stop treatin' me as an elflin', I ain't one!"

Admir stared at the floor. Rogir definitely didn't sound right. Something was very wrong with him. He was acting like a peredhil right now, but Admir almost positive he was a full elf. But only peredhils ended up in this type of position, didn't they?

"Ada!" yelled the twins and Estel in unison bursting into their father's study without knocking.

"You could knock first…"

"Rogir…Thranduil….help!" panted Estel.

"Rogir's sick…" began Elrohir

"And Lord Thranduil needs you…" finished Elladan.

Without asking what they meant, he hurried down to Rogir's room followed by his sons'.

By the time Elrond had gotten to Rogir's room, Rogir had fallen asleep and was muttering something about dying between hiccups, which only Admir understood.

Maybe I shouldn't have told him that…Lord Thranduil's gonna be mad at me…she thought and sighed. How come whenever she played a joke she got in trouble, but when other people did it was funny?

"What happened to him?" asked the Lord of Imaldris.

"I don't know." Replied Thranduil annoyed that he had to keep answering that question.

Elrond shook the sleeping elfling lightly. Rogir hiccuped, pushed Elrond's hand away and turned over.

If I didn't know any better I'd think he was awake…thought Admir.

Elrond shook Rogir harder, and the elf awoke slowly.

"Am I dead yet?"

Ahh...ok I don't have a dumb author's note thingy for write now, cuz im sick. Sry ppl. Um...well I guess to add to wut Hannah said last chappie, yea it is kinda getting confusing. Well not for us, but anyone that reads it. (we talk about stuff b4 we write it) But yea, she has a point about the two of us alternating chappies, we aren't psychic. OO Or r we? lol sry, im like drunk when im sick. (no i have NOT been drinking! i mean i ACT drunk w/o meaning to!) It's hard for each of us to know wut the other is thinking, and the fact that Hannah is obviously the more skilled writer, she has probably better ideas, i sound like my thoughts have run wild! lol Well Hannah is stuck on this next chappie, so who knows when she'll write it? But hopefully soon, we have planned out wuts going to happen, and of course...WE AIN'T TELLING! (blows raspberry)

Sry! See? I do act drunk when im sick! And i can't help it! Well im still not telling wut we have planned, but bad stuff will happen! Wow, that doesn't surprise any of u, does it? lol

And wut Hannah meant by i have a story is I am writing a story about the twins and a girl named Elerina. And i would appreciate it MUCHLY if sum ppl would read it! (It's under the account Shawna D.)Hannah is like the only one that has, and that sucks.

Ok, I'm gonna shut up now.

Namarie!

Shawna D.