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Chapter 6...


Estel and Treva immediately stood up and rushed back.

"Elladan! What's going on-" Estel questioned rapidly when they had reached Elladan.

"Come!"An unusual amount of panic and fear filled his voice.

Elladan quickly lead them through the halls, towards the medical room.Questions flew around Estel's head about what Elladan could be so worried about. At any normal, or not normal, time Elladan was always the level-headed, calm, and logical one of them all. Estel had never seen him like this. Ever. Of course, Estel had only known Elladan for a short amount of time compared to how long the elf had been alive, but Elladan was his brother! Surely he knew his brother's personality.As they raced down the hallway, these unanswered questions continued to fly around his head until he saw what his brother had been so alarmed about.

There. Lying there in the medical room. Elrond. Elrohir. Legolas. For a moment, Estel froze. Time froze. His blood froze. Something was wrong. Terribly, awfully, wrong. Elrond. Elrohir. Legolas.


Elrond. His foster father had, naturally, always been the healthiest of, well, everyone he'd ever known.Never in Estel's entire life had he known Elrond to be sick.


Elrohir. Somehow, Elrohir always managed to avoid sickness. Yes, he had elven abilities, but he rarely seen Elrohir get sick.


Legolas. Legolas was prone to getting sick. Even with his elven abilities, Legolas tended to be one of the elves that got sick a tad more than the others


Elrond. Elrohir. Legolas.


Time resumed.

"I-I-don't know what's wrong." stammered Elladan.

"Tell me what happened. Why are they here?" Estel tried to calm Elladan.

Elladan relaxed. He seemed to get the point that panic couldn't help the situation. "We were all fine until Legolas started moaning. We didn't know what was wrong. Elrohir, Elrond and I helped him sit up, but then he fainted! We took him back here and started to figure out what was wrong, then Elrond fainted! Soon after Elrohir did too! I put them on the beds then called for you. Do you know what's wrong with them?"

Estel examined them closely. He could see why his brother was alarmed. An unusual redness covered all of their abdomens. "Look in Ada's books for anything about their symptoms." Estel instructed quickly.Meanwhile, Treva was looking rather pale. "Why don't you go help him." Estel suggested. She walked out, into Elrond's library, and saw Elladan frantically looking through medical books. She joined him, pulling a book off the shelf. Slowly, she turned the pages, not really reading anything.


Estel was trying everything he could to help the elves. Now, he discovered, they all had fevers as well. This, apparently, caused the elves pain. They were moaning. Groaning as if someone was taunting them with hot iron. Something was wrong. Terribly, awfully, wrong. But what?


After a few hours, Estel decided that he did all that could be done. He needed to know what was infecting his family. Estel walked back to the room Legolas had claimed his own many years ago. He wanted to see if there could be any clue about what was wrong. He carefully examined the room. The bed was normal. Neat as a pin. The floor twinned it. The desk was normal. It had a few papers, a few trinkets, and a glass half full of water.

Estel next examined Elrohir's room, it had personal mementos, and everything that Legolas' had. Scattered things and a glass of water. He scurried to Elrond's room, briefly looking it over. It, like the others, was normal. Papers and documents scattered the elven master's room. It also had a glass that once held water.

To tired to think, Estel went back the medical room and decided that sleep would help him think things through. Lazily, he crawled un top of a bed near the sick elves. Sleep, as silently and swiftly as a leaf falling, took him.


Elladan was still thumbing through books. The pages soon turned more slowly, then stopped. The elf was asleep. Treva sat curled up in a chair across from his. Staring. Thinking. Reasoning. Something odd was happening inside her. She had come to Rivendell wounded, and expected to be the only one alive when she left. But sleep, like everything else, overwhelmed her. And she slept.

The elven refuge was quiet. Sleeping peacefully. Totally oblivious to the chaos that awaited them in the days to come.


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