A/N Wow, I can't tell all you wonderful people how much it meant for me to get back from my vacation and see all your amazing reviews! Hannon le! (a huge thanks to every body reading as well) :)
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Chapter Three
"Do you think we should wake him up?" Aragorn whispered to his brothers, preaching on the side of Legolas's bed. It was late into the morning, nearing noon and Legolas had yet to waken. The elf never slept this late.
"I think we should." Elladan said, gesturing for his brother to do so. Instead of the harsh awakening of yesterday, Aragorn reached out and gently shook his friend's shoulder.
"Legolas…" he called softly.
All Legolas remembered form the night before was feeling incredibly drained and making his way to his room. Obviously he had made it, somehow. Slowly, his eyes cleared form sleep and he found himself gazing up at the worried faces of his friends.
"What's going on?" he asked confused as he pushed himself up.
"Nothing, we just want to get you out of bed before the end of the week!" Elrohir teased, knowing it was expected of him.
"Well, if it is truly 'nothing' then get out of here so I can get dressed." Legolas said tiredly rubbing at his forehead, though putting a smile on for his friends. Throwing back the covers, he ushered the brothers out of the room.
After the human and elves had left, Legolas lent back against the wall, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had no idea how he was going to survive the day. The pounding headache refused to leave and he felt incredible tired.
He didn't want his friends to worry, though, so the elf would just have to fake it unto he made it through.
BYYOURSIDE
"Run, Run!" Elladan and Elrohir shouted, crashing through the doorway and straight into Aragorn and Legolas. "Glorfindel is mad! I suggest you leave as quickly as possible!" Elladan shouted over his shoulder, vaulting through the open window and dropping the few last feet to the ground. An enraged howl was heard through the open door and Aragorn glanced at Legolas, who had his eyebrows raised.
"I think we should follow them." The elf said, gesturing for the man to go through the window.
"Unless we want to be murdered, yes." The ranger agreed, easily following his brothers footsteps. Legolas also jumped, landing like a cat on all fours. Straightening, he almost lost his balance but Aragorn's quick reflexes keep him on his feet.
"Let's get out of here!" the human exclaimed as they once again heard a very angry elf behind them. He took off at a run, pulling Legolas behind him. Pushing their legs hard, they both disappeared from sight within seconds.
Aragorn was all but dragging the elf along as they raced ahead, hoping to avoid blame for something they didn't do.
"I…am going…to kill….my brother!" Aragorn said, panted slightly as he tried to catch back up with the two, wanting to know what they did and if they had placed the blame on the two friends.
Legolas did not replay, just focusing on staying up right. All of the sudden, he was discovering that he did not feel good. His pulse was racing painfully fast and the headache he had been experiencing all day intensified ten-fold. The world flew dizzyingly past and bright flashes of light were jumping up in front of his eyes.
The elf realized that he had to say something to Aragorn, something to make him stop because any moment now he felt like he was going to pass out. Only a strangled 'stop' escaped his lips through the harsh breathing and the world refused to slow down. His heart was beginning to pound nauseatingly fast and sweat beaded his brow and upper lip.
Finally Aragorn skidded to a stop, half laughing half cursinghis brothers.
"It has been a long time since I have done that ―Legolas?!" Aragorn asked with sudden worry as he turned to find a reeling elf. Tightening his grip on his friend's arm, he pulled the elf closer, holding him upright.
"I need to sit down…" Legolas mumbled, sagging against his friend. Aragorn nodded jerkily, guiding his friend to a stone bench. The prince had seemed almost perfectly fine earlier that morning, what was wrong?
The elf was now incredibly pale and shaking uncontrollable while pressing his hands against his forehead. Legolas hunched over, hanging his head below his knees repressing the urge to gag.
Aragorn's hand suddenly slipped between his shoulder and neck, feeling his pulse.
"Legolas, Legolas, your with me right, you are not about to pass out?" The human asked in a scared voice. The elf made no replay, moving his arms to wrap them around his stomach and hunching even further. Aragorn knelt in the snow and carefully lifted Legolas's chin up.
"Answer me!" the man demanded harshly, not liking the look in the prince's eyes one bit. When Legolas still made no replay, only closing his eyes and losing some color, Aragorn shook him roughly.
Legolas didn't dare open his mouth; he was going to be sick if he did. His heart hurt and his breaths came in short, shallow gasps. The prince felt Aragorn gently palm his forehead, checking him for a fever and felt shame rise up in him. He was supposed to be perfectly fine….why was he feeling so ill?
Aragorn removed his hand, frowning. Legolas had no fever, but was cold and clammy.
"Elladan, Elrohir!" the man shouted, hoping that his brothers were still within earshot. Switching his gaze back on the elf in front of him, Aragorn shrugged off his cloak and draped it across Legolas's shaking form.
"Legolas, can you slow your breathing?" he asked, enunciating each word. If he could get the elf to slow his breathing, his heart would stop racing so fast. To his great surprise Legolas shook his head, before hunching into himself even more.
"Try, please." Aragorn begged, gripping firmly onto Legolas shoulder in support. Turning away again, he yelled as loudly as he could "Elladan, Elrohir!"
The twins appeared around the bend, increasing their speed as they hurried the urgency in their younger brother's voice. Aragorn cried out with relief as he caught sight of them. Squeezing Legolas's shoulders again briefly, the human jumped up and ran to meet his brothers.
Grabbing them by their arms Aragorn pulled the twins to a stop.
"It's Legolas." he explained
"What's wrong, what happened?" Elladan asked, trying to get a good look around behind the human and at the prince.
"I don't know!" Aragorn said, running a hand threw his hair. "He seemed perfectly fine, well not perfectly fine but better than he is now."he whispered, fear clear in his voice as he locked eyes with the twins.
"One of us should defiantly be going for Ada" Elrohir said urgently.
"I know, Elrohir, you―" the rest of Elladan's words were cut off as from behind them came the sound of gagging and then splattering. Twirling around, they found Legolas on all fours being violently ill. Running forward as one, they crowed around, Elrond forgotten.
Legolas's body jerked as more vomit spewed out of his mouth and Aragorn wrapped a comforting and supporting arm around the elf's shoulders.
"Be calm, mellon-nin," the man whispered, reaching over with is other hand and pulling the archer's blonde locks back. Glancing fearfully up at the twins, he requested,
"Go get ada!" before returning his attention to the prince. Elladan nodded, pulling his twin up before taking off at a run, followed closely behind by his twin.
Aragorn winced as Legolas's jerked forward again empting the contents of his stomach all over the ground. Slipping behind the elf, he wrapped an arm around Legolas chest while the other was placed on his friends abdomen, holding him up right while talking softly to him.
Legolas felt the man behind him, and could hear his slow deep comforting voice in his ear, but could not stop his body's actions. His stomach lurched again and the acid tastes of vomit filled his mouth. Spitting the rancid stuff out, he began to fill dizzy from lack of proper oxygen.
The human tightened his grip on his friend as Legolas's quivering arms threatened to give out and send him sprawling. "Breath deep." he instructed. Another convulsion gripped the elf and suddenly Legolas went limp. Gasping in surprise, Aragorn pulled Legolas back trying to get a look at his friend's face.
To his shook, Legolas eye's were half-lidded and he appeared that the prince had passed out. Pulling his friend further away from the mess on the ground, Aragorn positioned the elf so that his head was in the man's lap.
Grabbing a handful of snow, the man began to pat Legolas face gently, hoping it would help bring him around.
"Come one…wake up." he muttered under his breath, Legolas stirred after just a minute of his care and Aragorn gently turned him over to his side, just in case. "Legolas, are you with me." he asked gently. Legolas made no response, but he didn't throw up again either. Turning the elf back on his back, the man smiled reassuring down at his friend.
"Can you hear me?" Aragorn asked, concerned at the lack of response from his friend. Reaching down he pulled out his handkerchief and began to fill it with snow. When Legolas still didn't show any sign of recognition, he dropped the cloth and touched his friends face gently.
"Legolas, can. you. hear. me!" to his great relief, Legolas nodded. "Don't scare me like that!" the man exclaimed, bending low so that their brows briefly touched. Straitening up again, Aragorn took the cloth of snow up, wiping it gently across Legolas face. Soon he had removed all the vomit that he could and preceded to try and clean off the elf's hair and tunic.
Legolas shivered slightly at the cold touch of the snow, but le the man have his way.
"How are you feeling?" Aragorn asked a second later, relived to see the color returning to the prince's face.
"Better, much better." Legolas replied softly.
"Right…" Aragorn said, rolling his eyes. He had heard that statement too many times before. He knew, however, that it was impossible for the prince to be sick, he was an elf...yet he was! Lowering his hand, Aragorn placed it above the elf's heart, feeling the beat. "Well at least your heart has slowed down." he commented, still trying to figure out the puzzle.
Legolas rested in the gardens for another ten minutes, before managing to convince Aragorn that he could make it back to Imladris. The ranger disagreed with this fact until he saw for himself that the prince was indeed steady on his feet.
"I am still taking you to see my father." the human stated, keeping a firm hold on Legolas arm, just in case.
"I'm fine Estel." the elf said, not for the first time.
"You call what happened back there fine?!" Aragorn asked in disbelief as he turned to face his friend.
"No," Legolas said earnestly. "but I am now." the human huffed in displeasure.
Slowly they made their way along the path, Aragorn purposely keeping their pace slow for the elf's sake.
TBC…
hehe, the real angst has begun! And there is a lot more to come...of course, otherwise it would be a rather boring story!
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