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Aragorn watched the emotional scene before him with a warm smile on his face. He was glad Legolas was back in his father's arms again. It had, of course, been three months since the king and prince had seen each other.
Suddenly a thought pooped onto his tongue.
"Ada?"
Elrond stood up from his place at Legolas' and Thranduil's sides and looked at his foster son.
"Aye, Aragorn?"
"Didn't you say Legolas had a poisoned sword wound?" Thranduil's head shot up. He may have been poisoned and at a loss of blood, Glorfindel thought, but he still has brilliant hearing.
Pulling his son back at arms length, the king asked urgently
"Poisoned? How ion nin? When?" Legolas sighed.
"It was when we," He met he eyes of Elladan, Elrohir and Aragorn,
"Were in the wonderful company of the orcs."
"But when?" Elrohir asked, confused.
"You didn't get stabbed while we were with you." Again Legolas sighed.
"Remember when I ran off in that battle to fetch your weapons?" The three nodded.
"Well, on the way back, an orc caught me unpreparred, thinking I was a warg." The prince chuckled.
"I ignored it, focussing on reaching you."
Elladan uttered an 'oh' while Elrohir and Aragorn just nodded.
"Can you treat it here, Elrond?" Thranduil brought his ocean blue eyes to Elrond's hazel ones.
"Nay, mellon nin." The lord whispered.
The mirkwood king gasped and held his son close.
"But... you-you can t-treat it in Riv-Rivendell?" Elrond smiled, albeit faintly.
"Yes, Thranduil." Thranduil visiably relaxed at that.
"We need to get to Imladris, Elrond." Glorfindel began, kneeling next to Thranduil and Legolas.
"Aye." Legolas said, staring at his father.
"I'm not the only one who is injured. Ada?" Thranduil could only nod at that.
Elladan and Elrohir stepped forward from tending to the horses.
"Well, isn't it a coincidence that we have readied the horses?" Elrond smiled and gestured to Legoas and Thranduil.
"Can you two stand?" The prince and king both sat up straighter, saying "of course!" and "yes! Definately!" The lord of Rivendell smirked and said,
"Alright then, go on!" Legolas was the first to stand.
At first he had to hold onto his father's shoulder (Thranduil still sitting on the floor), but after a temporary dizziness passed, he could stay upright on his own.
Thranduil, however, was a different matter.
He was alright, until he stood up straight.
A huge wave of dizziness and nausea washed over him, making the world spin and him sway. Glorfindel caught him by the back of his shoulders before the king could fall over.
"I think you might need some help, Thranduil." Elrond stated, still smirking. Thranduil growled.
Suddenly, the king was whisked off his unsteady feet into Glorfindel's arms.
"Glor!" Thranduil gasped as the world tilted and spun due to the quick movement.
"Are you intent on making me throw up? Because that's what you've just nearly succeeded in doing!"
Glorfindel sobered immedeately.
"I'm sorry, mellon nin!" The advisor cried.
"I didn't mean to!" Thranduil covered his elegantly pointed ears.
"That may be so, but you've managed to give me a headache nonetheless." Elrond and Glorfindel looked a little guilty while Elladan brought over the king's horse. The son of Elrond bade the mount to kneel, which it did.
Carefully sitting upon the horses back, Glorfindel heard Thranduil take a breath as the horse rose into a standing position. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the king's slim waist.
Legolas mounted Elrond's horse - not exactly gracefully due to his broken leg. When he was sure the young prince wasn't going to topple off, the lord of Rivendell leapt up behind him.
Elladan and Elrohir jumped on their mounts, Argorn upon his, and the five horses (and riders) galloped out of camp, ahead of the others, to Imladris - hoping to find the cure for the poisons that ailed the Mirkwood royals.
About ten minutes into the journey, Glorfindel felt Thranduil go slack in his arms. Thinking the exhausted king had just gone to sleep, the advisor whispered,
"Sleep, Thranduil. We will be in Imladris soon." He didn't expect an answer.
"I cannot sleep, Glorfindel.." The king of mirkwood began tightly. Glorfindel grew slightly worried.
"Why, mellon nin?" Heb asked. Thranduil coughed.
"My chest feels... tight. And my stomach fares no better." Glorfindel looked across to Elrond - the lord had heard Thranduil's confession. He was glad Legolas had fallen to sleep. Sighing, the advisor gently rubbed the king's stomach and chest, hoping to ease the tension.
"Breathe deeply, Thranduil. Thats it, keep going. Try and find slumber, brother. It will help." Thranduil gave a half sigh - half cough, nodding. Slowly, he crept into the world of unconsciousness, rather than sleep.
"Tis working faster than I first anticipated." Elrond said quietly. Glorfindel could only agree.
"Aye," He whispered, hugging Thranduil close, resting his chin on the royal's golden head.
"It is."

There we go! All done for now!

Elven translations:

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

Until next time!
Hunter of Valar