A/N did any one go see that Hobbit? I did! I liked it for the most part but I had a few issues with it.
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Chapter 13: A long night
Aragorn and the twins set up late with the prince, diligently caring for their friend. For once, Elladan and Elrohir didn't joke around, they and Aragorn felt too bad about the current situation.
"Shh, it's ok…." Aragorn murmured over and over again, wipping the elf down with a wet cloth. Legolas didn't hear him, though, tossing and turning, even crying out occasionally. Elladan placed a comforting hand on the human's shoulder.
"He'll be ok, Estel." he whispered.
"I know…" Aragorn shot back, just as low. Soaking the cloth again in the cool water he tried in vain to keep Legolas's temperature down. Elladan shook his head sadly, moving away to prepare some herbs. Elrohir joined his twin there, handing him the necessary supplies.
"Estel blames himself, which is understandable." The elf said just loud enough that his twin could hear him.
"He cannot take all the blame, for it was us also who helped him." Elladan replied, just as low.
"That is way we must try and convince him that we all share the blame." Elrohir whispered, taking the concoction of herbs out of the bowl and spreading it over a towel. Suddenly a cry from Aragorn turned them around.
"His fever just spiked!" the human cried, facing his brothers with worry clear. The back of his hand was pressing lightly against the ill elf's brow. The twins glanced at each other, guilt and worry shinning in their eyes.
"Someone should go get ada, let him know." Elrohir said urgency clear in his voice as he too tested Legolas's temperature.
"No need, I am right here." the lord said, walking through the door. His face was drawn and worried at his took in the elf's pale face. "Go get me the medicine I used before." Aragorn rushed forward, handing the bottle to his father.
Elrond carefully administered it, laying the wet cloth against the prince's burning skin. Standing back, he let his sons slide into his place. The older elf was just opening his mouth, ready to state the consequences of their action, but closed it. His boys were suffering enough as it was.
Around midnight, Legolas took another turn for the worse, the fever beginning to make him hallucinate.
The elf shifted on the bed moaning, mumbling words that could not be understood. Suddenly his eyes flashed open and cried out sitting bolt upright.
"Legolas, are you with us?" Aragorn asked, knowing the answer but not wanting to hear it. Gently Elladan pushed the prince back against the pillows holding him there when he thrashed against him.
"Estel, where ….why….the orcs…" the elf groaned, gripping hard to the man's arms and staring unseeingly into his eyes.
"There are no orcs…" Aragorn soothed, taking Legolas hands and pressing them together in his hands.
"Yes, yes, there is! They coming for me!" the elf whimpered, pulling away.
"No, they are not." Aragorn whispered, holding the elf down as Elladan and Elrohir ran cold rags down his body. Legolas gasped fighting against them.
"Cold…cold…it burns!" the prince thrashed widely, pushing their hands away from him, striking out and hitting Aragorn squarely on the chin. The man stumbled back slightly, rubbing his chin before diving back into the wrestle.
"Estel, make them stop, make them stop!" Legolas shouted, arching his back off the bed.
"It is us, Elladan, Elrohir and me, Estel!" Aragorn cried, allowing the twins to take control of the struggling elf and sliding off the bed so he was kneeling near the elf face. Smoothing back the sweat drenched locks, the human tried to calm the elf.
"No, you are not them!" the prince howled, shaking his head back and forth to dislodge the man's hands. "They don't hurt me!"
Aragorn froze, his hands stopping their movements. But they had hurt Legolas, the whole reason the elf was ill like this again was because of them. Blinking back sudden tears, he gently took Legolas face in-between his hands.
"Break through the fever, mellon nin, it is us." He said, slightly hoarsely. Elladan and his twin glanced up. Seeing the tears glittering in their brother's eyes, though own grew sad. They would have to wait to talk to their younger brother, though, right now Legolas needed help.
The prince continued to fight and nothing that Aragorn did or said had any effect on him. The fever's hold was too great. Finally as a last resort the ranger forced a mug of tea into Legolas's throat. Within seconds, the elf was unconsciousness once again.
The twins and Aragorn sank back into chairs, whipping spilled tea off their clothes.
"Aragorn, it's not your fault." Elladan began softly touching his brother's arm.
"He just said that we didn't hurt him….yet we did." The human explained.
"Legolas will understand." Elrohir jumped in. "I am not any more proud of what we did than you are, but Legolas will forgive us."
"That right." Elladan commented. "Legolas will forgive us….he knows what we do in our spare time. After all he is always telling us how one day we were going to get someone hurt with our pranks."
"Looks like that prince was right," Aragorn reached out and took the elf's temperature again, finding that he hated the heat rolling of the young elf. "I just don't think he thought he was going to be the one to get it. Yet it was still our fault. We hurt him."
"Yes, we did. But it was partly his fault as well; he knew the risks of hanging out with us."
"Legolas thought it was going to be one of the three of us who got hurt," Elrohir chuckled glad to see his brother's spirits rising slightly. "Seriously though, Estel, Legolas will not hold any ill will against you."
The room was silent for the next several minutes, when Elrond suddenly reappeared. The healer had been doing some work, trying to work out exactly the side effects of what Legolas had been given. He had a relaxed look on his face which gave the others hope as well.
"The mixture that you gave him proved to be not as fatal as I first though." he said quietly. "He will be up and about in no time. However, if my calculations have been proven correct than we will all suffer a few more hours of side effects."
Aragorn and the twins exchanged glances of utter relief.
"You are lucky." Elrond said seriously, recapturing their attention." You three need to know the boundaries of playing pranks like this."
"Ada, don't you think we know what we did." Elladan stated sorrowfully. Aragorn snorted from where he sat on the bed, diligently running the cloth of the still fever hot skin. He definitely had learned his lesson.
"Yes, I do. That is way, ion-nins, you all getting off easy. This itself is the greatest punishment I could ever give you. I believe that you all suffered enough." Elrond said gently. The heart ache in each of their eyes proved how much trouble of soul and mind then had been through within the past hours.
Aragorn smiled, glad that he and his brothers would not end up doing chores of something worse for the next several days. But if he could do it all again, he would change this. It wasn't right and he was sure Legolas would agree.
Suddenly the elf besides him tensed, his eyelids fluttering open.
"Legolas…" he asked, wondering if the elf was still gripped by the delirium of before, he was just laying his hand on the elf's cheek when it happened.
"Estel, wait!" Elrond called, remembering what he had come to warn his sons about. He was to late however and watched as Legolas was violently ill, all over Aragorn's hand and arm. The human froze getting a disgusted look across his face.
"Get a basin." Was all he said, murder in his eyes as he glared at the twins how had burst into hysterics. Elrond took pity on his son handing the human a basin.
"His body is purging itself of the last douse of poison." Elrond explained. "I wouldn't expect much more." And he was right, the elf throw up once more, before falling immediately back to sleep.
Aragorn, still wearing that 'why me' expression, walked over to the basin, trying to clean his arm off. Elladan, meanwhile, changed Legolas into a fresh tunic and washed the elf up some.
"I will remember that look on your face for as long as I live!" Elrohir sniggered. Watching as Aragorn tuned a dangerously face to him.
"I for one am just glad that Legolas is going to get better." Aragorn said, drying his hands off and going back to Legolas's side. "Mellon-nin, that was payback wasn't that." he teased the sleeping elf. Lying on hand on the elf's face he frowned at the burning skin.
"I thought you said that the vomiting was the last symptom." Aragorn tuned to his father, his face puzzled. Elrond, who had been helping to clean of the sleeping prince, turned to his son.
"It was, just give his fever time and it will go down." The lord assured his sons, patting the human's shoulder.
"But he'll be ok…" the human checked.
"Yes, yes he will." Elrond stated.
In the next few hours, the fever began to lower. Soon it had broken all the way, allowing the brothers some peace of mind.
Aragorn rooted himself down, waiting for his friend to wake up, soon his own head began to nod. Within minutes he was asleep, curled up in the chair.
To Be Concluded…
Yup, that right, next chapter is the last chapter. Oh well, more stories will come after it. Thanks to all you amazing people, especially those who review!
Review Responses:
Ninfea di Luna: Thanks! I hope this was fast enough! I am…I defiantly am!
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The Phantom Dragon: Yea, there's been lots of fluff, but just wait till the next story….*evil laughter*
Black Hawk: I wouldn't blame Legolas either! I think I might be scared to hang around with the twins because of what they would do to me ;)
Nearing Midnight: ahh,! I like that name, I will have to stat calling him by it! Thanks you very much for telling me about it.!
StarShadow Sword: Thanks so much, all those little mistakes that get in there. I am glad that you liked Elrond, because I wasn't sure if I got it right, so thanks again!
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