Thranduil watched as Elrond carefully stripped the old clothes off his son and started washing Legolas' body. Mora unpacked the clothes they had brought with them to Rivendell and handed them to Glorfindel.
" These are perfect."
" Hanna le, Sir. Mora helped pick them out."
Thranduil whispered as he gave his old friend a tired look. He had been having trouble sleeping and his body was fighting the will to fold up under him. Elrond noticed this and pulled a chair out for him and The king sank onto it greatful Elrond had read his mind.
" You need rest, Mellon nin. Glorfindel, would you make our friend some herbal tea?"
" Yes, my lord."
Mora stood beside the King and spoke softly to him.
" Sir, didn't you sleep at all?"
" I've tried. Sleep just will not come to me at all."
In a few seconds Glorfindel was back and handed the cup to Thranduil.
" Maybe this will help."
The two elves looked at each other and slowly with Glorfindel's help he drained the cup dry. He sighed, allowing his eyes to slip close. Mora watched as his friend's head lolled to the side and Thranduil began to snore. Elrond gave them both a weak smile and nodded.
" He'll be alright. He needed it."