Story Name: Echo of the Night
Pen Name: ElenaRoan
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them, written purely for enjoyment.
Rating: PG
Warnings: well...Michelle called me evil after she read it...does that count as a warning?
Summary: A year on from the events of Dark of Night, is everything as fine as it appears?
Betas: Geris (Grammar and Spelling), Michelle (Comprehension)
Timeline: III 2991 (Aragorn 60 years old)

Chapter 3: Storm Lull

"I am awake." He mumbled, batting sleepily at the hands gently shaking him awake.

"Prove it." The teasing voice belonging to the hands replied.

He sighed and pushed himself up into sitting position.

"Happy?" Legolas asked a little crossly. While morning had arrived, being woken up every hour did not make for much real rest.

"Ecstatic." Elrohir returned dryly.

"Where is your twin?"

"El? He is sleeping, he took the first half of the night and I took the second." Elrohir chuckled at the half glare the prince sent his way, "Still cannot tell us apart?"

"I do not know how Estel manages it." Legolas answered with a sigh, "Speaking of Estel. How is he? I hope he does not feel anywhere near as bad as I."

Elrohir's face fell a bit.

"What is it?" Legolas demanded, growing alarmed.

"Calm down!" A firm voice ordered from the door and Legolas looked over to see the other twin standing there.

"You had it easy with the nausea compared to Estel." Elrohir informed him quietly as Elladan came to sit next to them.

"He had been vomiting on and off for several hours at the time we left for here." Elladan elaborated.

"He begged us to go to you once he found out that there was a chance you could be in the same condition." Elrohir added hastily as the prince started to glare at them.

The corners of Elladan's lips quirked up as he remembered what had occurred while their little brother had been all but begging them to grow wings and fly to Mirkwood to check on the prince.

"What?" Legolas asked, curious about the expression.

"Do not dare." Elrohir stated darkly.

"Why? It is nothing that has not happened before." Elladan returned, amusement on his face.

"What happened?"

"El nearly ended up wearing it." Elladan stated with amusement.

Legolas chuckled while Elrohir sighed in disgust.

"Is there anyone he has not thrown up on?" Legolas asked, still chuckling.

Elladan thought for a moment before replying with a smile, "Thranduil."

"Did I hear my name?" Thranduil asked as he came through the door. Seeing Legolas awake he smiled, looking distinctly relieved. "Ion nín (my son), how do you feel?"

"Tired." Legolas admitted, knowing that for all the light hearted banter they were incredibly worried about him.

"That is to be expected. You came back from your patrol exhausted according to your adar and got no more than a few hours sleep before this hit. That coupled with the need to wake you every hour has robbed you of what little rest you could have found." Elladan stated softly.

"We will let you sleep uninterrupted once you have eaten and drunk something." Elrohir added gently.

"I am not sure food or drink would be welcomed by my stomach at the moment." Legolas replied candidly. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of the vomiting. Once was enough.

"We shall start with a tea to help you recover your strength combined with one to help settle the stomach. If everything stays calm or calms further after that we will try some light food. Is that acceptable?"

Legolas started to nod and stopped himself, remembering all too well what had happened last time he had moved his head too fast. "Yes. I shall do my best to keep it down."

"Very well." Elladan said, smiling. He glanced at Elrohir, who nodded and slipped quickly out of the room. "While he is brewing the tea, allow me to take a look at you."

Legolas sighed but allowed the other elf to check him over.