Elrohir was awake. He didn't want to open his eyes yet though. Soft rays of the sun were coming through the wide window, kissing his face while the fresh warm wind caressed him gently. The young elf became aware of someone's presence. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking few times to clear his somewhat hazy vision. He stared at the ceiling of the familiar room. Too familiar room, that was. Turning his head to the left, he saw a figure, sitting in the chair few inches from his bed. He recognized the presence the moment his mind was fully awake. It was familiar too, and even more comforting then the softest pillows ever could be. Every time he was hurt or sick, his brother was their for him, waiting patiently for Elrohir to awake and come up with another crazy mischief...

Looking at the Elladan, who slept deeply in spite of his highly uncomfortable position, Elrohir frowned. "So, what had happen to me this time?" He wondered. He could feel no pain, actually his body seemed to be half-numb. And his mind seemed to be covered with a thick mist that slowed his thoughts, making him fight to stay focused. It wasn't his first time in the healing wing and he was familiar enough with almost every herb his father held. So he could conclude that he was drugged and his body was immobilized...

He tried to remember the events which have ended him in this kind of state, but the mist around his brain wasn't helping. Bits of memories were floating in his mind, taunting and teasing him, not letting him to get the complete picture. Elrohir felt so frustrated, he was ready to cry out. This inability to control his own memory and thoughts angered him greatly.

Elladan chose this minute to stir. He opened his eyes, slightly confused with his surroundings, and yawned widely. Despite all his annoyance and frustration Elrohir found himself mirroring his twin's move. Both brothers grinned, for a moment forgetting all troubles. Just for a moment though. Elladan stood up stretching. He came to kneel beside his brother's bed, so that their heads were at the same level.

"How are you?" He asked, looking straight into Elrohir's eyes. Elladan remembered what it took him to keep his brother from fading, to give his broken heart a chance to heal. Now he needed to be careful not to waste this efforts.

"Just how do you expect me to feel after those herbs? I'm numb and dizzy." Elrohir replied, his speech slightly slurred.

"Oh..." Elladan said, surprised at the venom in his brother's voice.

"I'm sorry." Elrohir sighed deeply. "It's just that I'm trying to remember what happened and thanks to the drug I'm not able to think clearly."

Elladan studied his brother's pale face. He was both relieved and concerned. It was a good thing that Elrohir wasn't hunted by his guilt for the time being but the bad side of it was that he'd finally remember what had happen... Or worse, he'll ask about it.

"Hey, bro, could you feel me in with how I ended here?" Elrohir asked as if reading his brother's thoughts.

Elladan almost jumped. He looked away for some moments, but his twin knew him good enough to read the worry in those familiar eyes.

"Elladan, what happened?" He asked studying his brother's exhausted features.

"Um... We were on a little trip in the woods..." The young elf began slowly, carefully picking the words.

"I remember. We went to keep Legolas company..." Elrohir nodded, the attempts to regain the lost episodes were evident on his face. "There was... a storm." He continued. "A landslide... and I fell..." His eyes were wide with shock of remembering the past events. And then he remembered it all, as if he finally was able to cross some block in his brain.

"Legolas!" he cried, or rather gasped out, trying to sit up.

XXX

Elrond just finished rebandaging Legolas. The boy's wounds were still raw, some not even completely closed. For an elf this wasn't natural. But after what the child had been through, it wasn't quiet unexpected. Legolas was deeply asleep, his body desperately trying to heal itself.

Fixing the last bandage, Elrond covered the thin form with a blanket and gathered his things, ready to leave. Glorfindel stepped into the room stealthily. His face was also drain. The elven lord spent almost all time in this room, watching over the injured child.

"I'll go see how Elrohir and Elladan are doing." Elrond said to his friend.

"Sure. I'll be here." Glorfindel nodded sitting in the chair which became his second home for a past few days. He couldn't explain it himself but he felt the great awe and respect to the child.

Elrond smiled lightly walking out the room. He was grateful to his friend. For he had enough things to worry about. The troops he had sent to search for any signs of more orcs didn't return yet, his son was still unconscious and he was aware of a large group of Mirkwood elves coming this way...

Feeling his head was starting to ache again, Elrond shut this thoughts for a moment, putting herbs at the table in the store room and heading to check on his sons. He was few steps from the door to the room where Elrohir was resting, when he heard the scream and the loud commotion...

...TBC

Note: I know, I'm being cruel to end the chapter like this... But I promise to write the next quickly. The next chapter would probably be the last one (if nothing comes on my mind to change it).