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Vocab:

Ion-nin - my son

Ada - dad

Mellon-nin - my friend

Chapter 3: His Pain

*Legolas' Dream*

Legolas was on the battlefield with Aragorn and Gimli, they were seriously outnumbered by orcs. 'Not good' Legolas thought as an orc was closing in on Aragorn with a mace and he was still unaware. Legolas practically sprinted over to his friend and pushed him out of the way.

Snap!

Legolas did not scream out as his four lower ribs were broken but it did stun him long enough for an orc to come up behind him with a sword. The orc made a gash down the lower part of Legolas' back and his back arched in pain, he turned in time to see Aragorn and Gimli take out the orcs that had attacked him. He wordlessly thanked them but stopped when a dagger was forced into his left ankle. He shot his arrow down and hit the dying orc, then bent on one knee and pulled out the dagger embedded in his limb.

The next wave came and they wielded swords and daggers, they were flying towards him and aiming at his arm, 'They're trying to stop me using my bow!' A few got hits and Legolas' forearm was shredded, he aimed his arrows and shot all the orcs that were left in his area. When the battlefield was cleared, the three friends sat down next to each other.

"Aragorn, What's the bet we've all got broken ribs?" He asked to his friend, whom was resting next to him.

"Well you got some saving me, I got two earlier being carless and Gimli broke one about five minuets ago by a metal sword hilt."

"Well we all know that bet would win then!" Came Gimli's imput and they all started laughing-

"*cough* *cough* *cough*"

Aragorn and Gimli looked at Legolas who had gone into a coughing fit, Aragorn went over to him and rubbed small circles on his back. When Legolas finally stopped, Aragorn and Gimli were in front of him straight away with concerned faces.

"You alright, laddie?" Gimli asked Legolas who's head was still bowed.

"Legolas? Mellon-nin?" Aragorn asked as he held Legolas' shoulder in a firm grip.

When Legolas' head rose, Gimli and Aragorn gasped, Legolas was deathly pale and there was blood running down from his lips, Aragorn helped his friend stand and walk as they left the battlefield behind them. Then Legolas herd a noise from behind them, he turned his head to the sight of an orc swinging for his injured arm, he couldn't stop it and when the others noticed it was too late-

"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

Legolas was screaming in his sleep and stopped when he heard calming words being whispered to his in elvish and someone restrain him - so he didn't injure himself further, his father was worried, Legolas had slept with his eyes closed then started screaming - that was a REALLY bad sign. The prince opened his eyes to Thranduil's worried gaze.

"Ion-nin? Are you well?"

Legolas could only nod, he was kind of embarressed, he was almost 3000 years old and he was showing this much weakness in front of his FATHER.

"Do not feel you are showing weakness, you have been gravely injured and I don't care how old you may be, you need help." Thranduil said seeming to read Legolas' mind.

King Thranduil stepped away from legolas to get some bandages from the bedside table, he came back to his son's side when he heard coughing. Thranduil rubbed his hand in circles on Legolas' back until the fit seized and it did eventually...

"You are recovering from a punctured lung, are you not?" Thranduil glared at his son daring him to lie

"Y-yes..."

"You are lucky you had Aragorn with you, he's done very well, I suspect you are just coughing up the leftover blood."

"Great...."

"Do not worry, ion nin, it shall stop by tomorrow and your leg is healing nicely as are the cuts on your arm. I started to learn how do heal these kinds of injures after you kept coming home covered in blood and I thank the Valar for elven healing abilities. Well you should recover soon and then all will be well and I can start that lecture on you telling someone when you are injured....again and-oh."

What Thranduil had just noticed was Legolas had fallen to sleep during his latest lecture... again.

-End-

Midnight-chan: That's it, three-shot finished! It took me the better part of an hour to get this ready to be posted online!!! :(

Review please, but no flamers, I dislike flamers...'cuz HATE is such a strong word...

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Midnight-chan! :D