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Ada?

Elrond sat back, brow creased in a worried frown.
"Ada?" Elladan asked from the lord's side.
"Aye, Elladan?"
The older twin hesitated, but said anyway,
"He has an arrow wound, doesn't he?" Elrond looked at his son and nodded slowly.
"Yes, as well as a badly broken leg, broken ribs, and a sword wound on his side."
"Sword wound?" Elrohir exclaimed, walking over with Aragorn from fetching water.
"What do you mean? Is it serious?" Sighing, the lord of Rivendell glanced to Glorfindel - who was stroking Thranuil's hair softly, the king's head in his lap.
"I... I 'm afraid so, ion nins."
"Why?" Aragorn said. eyes widening.
"What's the matter? Ada!"
"Please, Estel, could you boil the water?"
Aragorn did as he was asked, albeit hastily.
Putting the water pot over the cam fire, the ranger turned and asked,
"Well? what is wrong with him?"
Elrond closed his eyes a moment, and began.
"It's poisoned. And I can't treat it here."
"Then we travel back home!" Elladan jumped up.
"We need to, yes. But not with Thranduil and Legolas like this."
"Mellon nin," Glorfindel piped up, speaking for the first time in two hours.
"I can ride with Thranduil. You can ride with the prince after he's been treated."
Elrond was about to reply, when a soft whimper caught their attention.
"Legolas!" Elrohir whispered, holding the prince's cold hand.
"Wake up mellon nin!" Legolas moaned, but eventually managed to open his eyes.
The twins, Aragorn and Rivendell lords were relieved to see the deep blue orbs - however misted - staring back at them.
"Elrohir..." The archer whispered, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
Elladan and Elrohir - not to mention everyone around them - were suprised.
VERY suprised.
Hardly anyone could tell them apart, even people that had known them all of their lives - let alone someone who they had only known for about a week (and even then they had been injured).
"Aye, Legolas. Tis I." The younger twin replied, grinning back. Legolas turned his head to the side and he drew a breath.
"Ada?" He gasped.
Reaching out with a shakey hand, the young archer rested it upon his father's chest - which was only slightly rising with his shallow breaths.
"What happened to him?" Elrond sighed and shook his head, thinking about an answer. Glorfindel told the prince for him.
"He was caught in an orc attack on the way here. Thranduil fought well, but was run through the stomach with an orc sword and shot by a poisoned arrow. We've been treating him ever since he arrived." The advisor took a deep breath before continuing.
"He did it all for you, Legolas." Legolas' deep eyes widened and he rested his golden head on the Mirkwood king's chest;
"All for me?" The blonde elf asked tearfully, not raising his head.
"Yes, penneth." Elrond whispered, placing an arm around the prince's shoulders.
"All for you." As The lord finnished, Legolas finnaly broke down, sobbing into his father's chest, Elrond's arm around his shuddering shoulder's comfortingly.

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The first thing Thranduil was aware of was a pounding headache.
Then his burning shoulder.
Then the pain in his chest.
And finally, the wetness of the bandages on his chest.
Wetness? Bandages? Where was he?
The mirkwood king tried to open his eyes, but the lids felt too heavy. A wave of nausea washed over him and the king had to hold back a groan.
As Thranduil's conciousness fully returned, he became aware of a weight on his chest.
That's where the wetnes is coming from! He realized.
Finally cracking his eyes open, the king looked at his chest - to find a golden head resting on it.
It took a little bit longer, but the injured royal noticed the head - which was attached to a black clad, lithe body - was sobbing.
I know that hair... Thranduil remembered.
Raising a shakey, weak hand, he placed it on the golden head. The head lifted, and Thranduil's hand slid to its shoulder.
"Legolas?" The king whispered croakily.
"Ada?" The head asked shakily.
"Aye, ion nin." Thranduil replied quietly, stroking Legolas' teer stained cheek lovingly.
"Ada!" legolas said, throwing his aarms around hi father's neck, Thranduil smiled and returned the embrace.
It didn't matter if his shoulder sent stabbing pains down his arm, or a burning to start in his chest.
He had his son back.

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awwww! I just HAD to have an emotional scene between father and son! I just HAD to!

penneth - young one.
ada - father
ion nin - my son
mellon nin - my friend

Until next time!
Hunter of Valar