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Love In The Time Of Dragons: Chapter Three
Legolas' eyes opened blearily, he was standing in a white room which he recognized as the healer's hall back in Mirkwood, he felt a dull aching pain on the parts of his body that had been burned before. He saw his father laying on one of the white cots in the middle of the room, Thranduil swung his legs over the side of the bed and Legolas gasped, nearly half of his face was burned off. None of the healers noticed because they were all surrounding another bed where suddenly, a loud scream emanated from. Thranduil glanced over to the source of the noise, but first he looked at a mirror that was hanging on a wall next to the bed he was in, the one eye that was working widened. He brought his hand up to his face, and a deep look of concentration passed over him, and it appeared like his face was healing, in reality it wasn't, but the illusional magic he had used had made it seem like his face was now fine. With that handled, Thranduil walked over to the bed where all the healer's were gathered. One of them noticed him and nearly passed out.
"Oh! My Lord, you should not be up, and your face... it's..."
"It's fine, who is this?" He asked them, and they all looked at him with questioning eyes, as if he was supposed to know who it was. He was quite entranced by her, she long silver hair and dark blue eyes and her skin was as pale as moonlight.
"This is the Captain of the garrison, and one of your father's most trusted advisors" The elf he had spoken to earlier told him, at this he raised an eyebrow, he could vaguely remember seeing her before, but never with his father.
"Where is my father?" Thranduil asked no one in particular, but his question is answered when his father opened the doors. Legolas watched with wide eyes as his grandfather walked into the room, Oropher died long before Legolas was born in The Last Alliance of Elves and Men.
"Father" Thranduil greeted Oropher, who looked at his son with a confused eye.
"Your face is fixed?" he asked.
"No, it is an illusion, but I am fine" Thranduil replied.
"Good" Oropher said as he walked past Thranduil and went to the she-elf, Thranduil followed him to her bedside.
"She was the one that killed the mother dragon, she saved my life..." Thranduil said sadly as he watched her writhe in pure agony, in only a few moments however, she seemed to calm.
"What are the extent of her injuries?" Oropher asked the head healer, concerned.
"Well, her armour did protect her from what would have been deadly burns, but unfortunately, her armour melted slightly and has solidified onto her skin... We were just discussing how we are going to manage to unbind her skin with the metal, she also has three deep puncture wounds, but we can't get at them because of the metal"
"Well that doesn't sound good" the she-elf said from the bed with pain in her voice, she looked over to Oropher, "Your son... is he..." she shuddered and gasped in pain.
"I'm fine thanks to you" Thranduil said as he stepped forward, she breathed out an audible sigh of relief, before she cried out in pain and threw her head back against the pillows.
It pained Legolas to see his mother in such pain, but the healer's quickly gave her a herbal remedy that made her sleep so they could do their work and she could rest. In the meantime, Thranduil had begun to feel lightheaded and stumbled backwards, the illusion he had cast on himself had begun to fade, and holding it for that long had taken a toll on him, plus, Legolas could see blood seeping from a bandaged wound on Thranduil's side.
Legolas' vision became blurry, and he soon found that once again, everything was going black.