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Oh, and i'm sorry for the late update. School has been a NIGHTMARE. I'm getting homework, like, EVERDAY! SO annoying!
Anyway, I'm gonna stop rambling now and let you read!
Oh, I've forgot to put a disclaimer on the past chappies, but COME ON. Do you REALLY think I own M.E.? +sigh+ If only I did, precious... If only I did...
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It took another two hours or so, riding at the fast pace they were, for the mirkwood royals and rivendell lords to reach their destination.
By the time the horses halted in Rivendell's courtyard, it was close to afternoon meal, but the elves and man couldn't stop to share a friendly feast. Thranduil and Legolas were sound asleep - at least, that's what Elrond and Glorfindel hoped. A hope ill listened to.
Dismounting (and bringing the unconscious Legolas with him) Elrond looked back to Glorfindel, who was also sliding Thrandiul off of his horse, and - making sure the prince was breathing steadily -began to walk hastily towards the houses of healing, his friend and sons cloe on his heels.
Elladan, Elrohir and Aragorn followed Glorfindel after their father, silently hoping for the poison that coursed their new friend's viens would stay put long enough for them to admiister the cure.
Erestor was sorting out the herbs when Elrond marched in, the limp Legolas in his arms. Immedeatly, the librarian and advisor stopped.
"Isn't that...?" He started, slightly shocked.
"The Prince of Eryn Lasgalen?" Elrond finnished, raising a dark eyebrow.
"Aye, that it is. Could you open the door?" Erestor nodded and quickly pushed the large ork doors open while Elrond walked in.
"But, I thought the Prince disappeard?" Erestor began again.
"Well, yes. He did. Captured by orcs to be exact to the reason of his disappearance." Elrond concluded, laying Legolas down on a large, soft bed.
"Erestor, mellon nin, could you fetch me a roll of bandages and boil some water please?"
The advisor sprang into action.
"Of course, Elrond." It took barely thirty seconds for the bandages to be in Elrond's hand, and the fire lit with a pail of water steaming above it.
"So, where is Thranduil?" Erestor wondered aloud. His thougts were answered when Glorfindel crashed through the door, practically running to the bed next to Legolas' and placing Thranduil on it gently.
"oh," Erestor whispered, hurrying over to the boiling water.
"There he is."
"Glorfindel!" Elladan excliamed, jogging through the open doors, flanked by Aragorn and Elrohir.
"What is the matter? You were down these halls as if the nazgul were on you heels!"
Elrond paused in dipping a bandage into the pail of boiling water, looking at Glorfindel quizically.
Glorfindel didn't answer.
Instead, he checked Thranduil's pulse, and put an ear to the king's bare, bandaged chest.
The advisor's head shot up.
"Elrond?" The elf asked hurridley.
"What is it Glorfindel? What's wrong with him?" The lord of Rivendell urged.
"It's as if he has been running for miles non-stop! His pulse is speeding and his breathing is hitched and unsteady!" Glorfindel rubbed his hand over his face.
"I think it's the poison kicking in."
Aragorn's eyes widened.
"No, it can't be! Twas not that long ago that the poison was inflicted!"
Elrond looked solemn.
"Nay, my son." The lord started as he began anew dipping bandages into the hot water and clean Legolas' wounds with them.
"You are thinking of Legolas. Thranduil's wound was made before that, and went untreated properly for longer."
Aragorn sighed and walked over to Legolas, who, at that moment in time, was faring better than the king. Taking the prince's hand, Aragorn frowned.
"Adar?" Elrond sighed and paused in cleaning out Legolas' side wound.
"What is it, Aragorn?" Still frowning, the ranger said.
"Legolas is cold." Glorfindel groaned and rested his head in his hands, cleaning out Thranduil's injuries momentarily forgotten, the hot, wet cloth discarded on the king's shoulder.
"No..." He moaned.
"Not now. Not with his father going into the deeper waters!" The balrog slayer continued. Elrohir stepped forward.
"What in middle earth do you mean, Glorfindel?" The younger twin son of elrond asked.
"The poison given to Legolas is different than the one afflicted to Thranduil. As you can see, " The advisor gestured to Legolas
"The prince is cold, and shall soon go into delirium and fever, though the main problem shall be the frequent, irregular chills he shall suffer. Thranduil, however," Glorfindel gestured towards Thranduil,
"Shall grow hotter and hotter until he is practically burning. Then he shall go into high fever, and will experiance unbearable pain from the wound the poison entered by; which is his stomach and shoulder, more though through his abdomen injury." Glorfindel sighed and placed a hand on Thranduil's forehead, whispereing something under his breath as he dipped his head. Aragon put a comforting hand on the balrog slayer's shoulder.
"Glorfindel?" He said quietly.
"It has already begun..." The advisor breathed, pulling his hand away from the elven king's forehead and replacing his hand with a cold cloth.
He looked at Legolas, seeing him start to shiver, and draped an extra blanket over him, though careful to leave the areas of his injuries clear so Elrond could carry on tending to them. Staring back to Aragorn, Glorfindel whispered, picking up the forgotten cloth on the king's shoulder and wetting it again - intent on finnishing cleaning the wound.
"It has already begun."
There we go! All done for now! I shall try to post the next chapter on as soon as, though I have no idea when that will be! I'm sorry about the late post for this one, but I've been, ah, otherwise engadged, if you will take that as an excuse...? It doesn't matter if you don't. Sorry again, mellyn nin!
Elven translations:
penneth - young one.
ada - father
ion nin - my son
mellon nin - my friend
mellyn nin - my friends
Until next time!
Hunter of Valar