Mae Govannen! (I don't know how to spell that, sorry guys!).
Yup! It's me again! I hope this wasn't too late a post – I'm afraid I don't have a set post-up schedule; it all depends on being aloud on the PC or not!
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(I'm also sooo sorry that I haven't replied to your reviews and everything – my internet and emails are REALLY driving me to the edge at the moment! They just won't start!)
Disclaimer is the usual – Don't own 'em – Tolkien is the creator of all things – blah blah blah! You know the drill! X
Anyways – I thing I might just let you read on. OH! And I'm sorry for all of the typos in the last chappie! The spell check wasn't working very well, and I kept having to write it up at night, so I was kind of tired… But I'm gonna stop moaning to you lovely people who don't deserve it and let you read!
ENJOY!
The atmosphere in the room dropped noticeably.
"W–what do you mean?" Elrohir stuttered, eyes darting wildly from Legolas' prone form on the bed next to him and Thranduil's on the other side of his twin. Elladan was equally jumpy.
"What I mean is," Glorfindel began sharply,
"The poison has already started its work in Thranduil and Legolas; though, more the king than the prince." The advisor sighed and Erestor placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Elrohir, I didn't mean to be sharp." He apologized.
"It's just that… I've only seen these poisons once each before – neither of the afflicted could be saved." Elrond shook his head while he checked Legolas' temperature – It was cold.
"Glorindel, mellon nin, those could not be helped because of the time the poison had stayed in their veins. They had been untreated for too long."
"Aye" Glorfindel retorted hastily.
"But Thranduil hasn't been treated for much longer than he should have. You know that Elrond." The lord of Rivendell inhaled sharply.
"I do know this, Glorfindel. But all the while you state the negative and things that might-be; you make it sound as if Thranduil is already dead!" Erestor gasped at the sudden outburst and glanced quickly at Thranduil, then at Glorfindel.
The war advisor was just standing there, mouth moving with un-said words, eyes wide. A tear ran down his cheek.
"Elrond, I…" He paused.
"I didn't mean that… I'm just scared for him… I – I'm sorry…" Glorfindel looked down upon the sorry forms of Legolas and Thranduil, and walked from the room, tears still trailing down his face.
Elrond and the others could only watch in sympathy.
"He didn't mean to be so sharp and doubting, adar." Aragorn said quietly. Elrond nodded. He felt foolish and guilty for what he had brought upon Glorfindel. Who was he to shout at him like that?
His lord, a voice in his head answered. Sighing to himself, Elrond went over to Legolas' bedside and checked on his wounds. They weren't progressing. His broken leg had been re-set, but had had to be stitched. Sighing again, the lord glanced over to Thranduil, who had begun to grow very hot in his fever. He would have to find Glorfindel later. But now, he had a friend and friend's child to help.
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The first thing he was aware of was pain; weird pain, hot pain, cold pain, just pain.
Then he was aware of a pounding headache.
THEN he was aware of an itch on his arm. But that can wait, he told himself. Still having not opened his eyes, Legolas could only listen to the muffled voices above him. Suddenly, his headache flared – the prince groaned, unable to suppress it.
The voices stopped, and then a familiar sound broke through to his blurry senses.
"Legolas?" It was Lord Elrond, the best healer in the whole of Middle Earth.
Feeling that it would be rude to have the Lord of Rivendell trying to wake him when he already was, Legolas cracked his eyes open and stared up into the brown eyes looking down at him.
Elrond smiled warmly when Thranduil's son blinked back at him.
"It is good to see you awake, penneth." The lord said, straightening so he could pick up a flask containing a hot tea.
"Here, drink this." The lord held the cup at the prince's lips and the latter drank obediently. Once the flask had been drained, Elrohir replaced his father's place next to Legolas and embraced the young woodelf. Legolas, once he realized what was happening, returned the gesture. When the younger twin pulled back, Elladan took over, enveloping the prince in a bear hug. Legolas replied with the same embrace. Then, when Elladan had stepped back and was standing – still close to Legolas' bedside – with Elrohir, Aragorn wrapped his arms around the young prince. Legolas smiled and hugged the young ranger back.
"We thought you wouldn't make it, Legolas." The man whispered.
"We didn't think you would wake up before the poison was finished with you." Legolas held Aragorn at arms length and smirked warmly.
"Really?" He croaked.
"Well, I'm not going to fly off to Mandos without saying goodbye…"
"I know! That's what I kept telling them!" Elladan burst out, folding his arms across his chest.
Legolas looked at him with a twinkle in his eye.
"I wasn't finished, Elladan." The prince said, raising an elegant eyebrow.
"As I was saying, I wouldn't go off to Mandos without bidding farewell to my beautiful, trustworthy weapons… But, I guess I could spare a little time saying bye to you lot, if I go, that is. I'm not at all easy to get rid of, you know." The twins and Aragorn chuckled, while Elrond nodded distantly, walking over to Thranduil with a mug of painkilling tea.
"Yes, I know. I know where you get it from…" Legolas cocked his head, confused. But it was then he caught sight of the king of Mirkwood on the bed next to him.
"Adar!" The prince shouted, sitting bolt upright on his bed.
"How is he?" Elrond pondered over this for a moment, before answering.
"In a similar condition to what you were in… when was it? Oh yes, a week ago." Legolas started at that, but quickly regretted it when his head started to pound.
"What! A WEEK ago? I've only been sleeping for, lets say, a day at the most?"
Aragorn laughed lightly, gesturing to the woodelf's garb.
"Nay, mellon nin. What my father says it true. You have been unconscious for about two weeks. You've already been re-clothed and patched up. Now you are on the road to recovery!" Legolas just sat there, eyes wide in disbelief. That long? He had been lying on a bed in Rivendell for THAT LONG?
"My lord?" The prince asked, turning to face Elrond again.
"You said the condition I was in a week ago; does that mean my father is worse off?" Elladan replied ere Elrond could open his mouth.
"Mhm. You were really lucky, because the poison in you had been inflicted only a short space of time before the antidote was administered but you are still far from fine. The king isn't as lucky because the poison had been in him longer than it had been in you and Adar doesn't have the antidote and-" The older twin stopped in shock, his hands flying to his mouth in horror. Aragorn and Elrohir were staring at him as if he had suddenly sprouted extra arms. Elrond held his breath.
Legolas inhaled slowly.
"You don't have the antidote?" He repeated calmly.
"Nay, tithen pen. Not at the moment, anyway." Erestor walked in, voicing the words that were about to be formed by Elrond's lips. The young prince of Mirkwood breathed deeply.
"Do you know what the antidote is?" He asked.
"Aye, that we do." Elrond replied, stopping a moment so he could place his flask of tea in Erestor's hands as he began to try and wake Thranduil.
"Thranduil?" The lord said, gently shaking the king's uninjured shoulder.
"Thranduil come. You must wake." No response.
"Thranduil!" Elrond said forcefully, shaking a bit harder. Still no reaction.
Aragorn had an idea, and went over to fetch a bucket. The twins and Legolas attempted to wake The king up too, but to no avail. Suddenly, Aragorn burst through, holding the pail of cold water in his hands. It was only a small one – only able to hold enough water to cover the face of someone – and poured it over the king.
Thranduil's eyes clicked open, and with a gasp, pitched forward, so he ended up sitting up; barely missing colliding with Elrond. The dripping monarch turned to face Aragorn.
"Why…?" The young ranger looked down, blushing.
I – I'm sorry, milord. But you wouldn't wake up."
Thranduil groaned and fell back on his back in an un-kingly manner, reaching out for something to wipe his face on with one hand and gripping hi stomach with the other. Elrohir handed him a towel, was thanked with a nod and a weak smile, and the silvan elf dried his face. Once that was done, he looked at Elrond.
"Well?" He moaned.
"What vile concoction would you have me drink?" The Rivendell lord huffed as Erestor handed him the flask.
"Nothing more than your son had to endure." At the mention of his son, Thranduil attempted to sit up again, only to fall back with a moan, clutching his abdomen.
"My son, where is he?" Legolas xhose this time to stick his hand into the mass of bodies surrounding his father and say -
"I'm here, adar." Thranduil reached out his own long hand and held that of his son as the twins moved so he could see him.
"Legolas," The king whispered hoarsely.
"How are you? Do you feel any better?" Legolas chuckled a little at this, though it made him cough slightly.
"I'm sure I should be asking you that question." The royal father smiled a slight, before grimacing as a pain shot from his stomach. Elrond noticed this and lifted Thranduil into a half sitting position, one hand supporting his shoulders. The other hand brought the flask of tea to the king's lips.
"Drink this mellon nin." He whispered,
"it will ease your pain." The silvan elf drank, and as soon as he finished, sank back onto his bed, blearily blinking away a mist that had formed over his eyes.
"Elrond.." He uttered. The lord leaned closer so he could hear.
"Yes, my friend?"
Thranduil paused a little, then whispered dreamily.
"You know how… I hate to be… drugged… to sleep…" Elrond smiled guiltily for a moment.
"I know, my friend, but it was necessary." Thranduil rolled his eyes weakly before succumbing to the sleeping herb in his tea, eyes slipping shut. The twins sighed and moved to the door.
"We are going for a little air," Elrohir said, smiling warmly at Legolas.
"See you later!" Then both left. Elrond chuckled lightly, knowing that when is sons went out for some 'air' they were coming up with some plan for mischief. Gazing a Legolas, the lord told him-
"You must rest also, young one. You are still recovering." Legolas sighed in frustration, but nodded none the less. How he hated being bedridden!
Aragorn saw this a smiled.
"Don't worry, mellon nin. Soon you will be up and about again. Sleep. I'll be here when you wake." The prince smirked a little before falling asleep, saying 'I know'. Then he slept akin to his father – eyes closed. When he was sure his new friend was asleep, Aragorn sighed and slumped into a chair beside Legolas' bed.
"Get some rest, Estel." Elrond said gently.
"you need some." But the young man shook his head.
"No, I said I'll be here when he wakes, so here I shall be. I will rest in this chair if I need to." With that, he stared at Legolas' peaceful face, thoughts wondering elsewhere. Erestor also shook his head.
"There's no changing his mind, Elrond." The librarian said.
"I'm going to go and get something to eat. Are you coming?" The lord of Imladris shook his head slowly.
"Nay," He replied.
"I must go and seek Glorfindel. You said you saw him yesterday in his chamber?" Erestor nooded as he made his way over to the healing wing door.
"Yes, he has been staying there most recently." Elrond nodded too at the information, striding to the door also.
"Then let me talk to him." With that, the lord strode out the door, calling over his shoulder.
"If anything happens Aragorn, call for me!".
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Elven translations:
penneth - young one.
ada - father
ion nin - my son
mellon nin - my friend
mellyn nin – my friends
phew! Hope you liked that one. Don't know why, but had BAD writers block! I'm sorry for the late post again guys! I'm so glad you haven't deserted me yet! Your all worthy of the gods!
Until next time!
Hunter of Valar