14. As The Night Closes In
Words spoken in italics are in Sindarin
As the Night Closes In
A cool hand was lightly stroking his brow. There were voices in the background. The familiar, gruff voice of the dwarf was accompanied by another familiar voice, this one was not gruff at all, It was deep and somewhat melodic. Then a female's voice also broke into his thoughts. That voice belonged to an elf!
Legolas knew these people, he was sure of it! He struggled to remember how he knew them, but unconsciousness was fleeing and the closer he came to waking, the less familiar they felt.
The hand continued to stroke his face, and now he could understand what the female was saying.
"Legolas, come back to us. Come back to the light."
Legolas slowly, with much effort, opened his eyes. He was so tired, though why, he could not fathom. Had not that dwarf told him he had been unconscious for thirty days? He blinked a few times, clearing the sleep from his eyes. Then he looked into three smiling faces.
The dwarf, Gimli was there, which comforted the elf. The dwarf was familiar from their previous conversation. There was also the she-elf, a very beautiful she-elf. Did he not know her? Legolas felt he should, but he had no memories of this lovely lady. Beside her stood a man. This man had to be a great lord of some kind. Greatness seemed to emanate from him, and again there was a slight feeling that he should know who this was.
"It is good to see you awake, Legolas! You have slept enough for the next year, I believe. How do you feel?"
The man's voice and manner of speech nagged at the back of his mind, Legolas knew this man, knew him very well, but how? The elf struggled to remember who this was. But the longer he struggled, the more the feeling fled. He began to lose hope of ever remembering anything.
That one word triggered images of a young boy struggling with a bow. Legolas looked at the man again. He blinked. That one memory was all he had, but it was enough to confirm the feelings that he knew the man standing next to his bed.
"Estel?" Legolas blinked again as the man's eyes widened and a smile spread across his face.
"You know who I am, my friend?" The others in the room seemed excited as the man probed to see how much the elf knew. The dwarf especially was grinning, looking at the lady with a knowing look.
Legolas hated to disappoint them. All he knew was a name, just a name to go with the face of the child from his memory. The elf sighed. He had to let them know that he really did not remember anything of importance. He still did not know who these people were, or even who he himself was at the moment.
"I am sorry, but I do not know you. You seem familiar to me, the dwarf and the lady as well, but I only know your name is Estel. That is all." The elf winced as the faces around him fell. He had not meant to upset them.
Estel spoke again, his voice conveyed none of the disappointment that radiated from his eyes. "It is alright, Legolas. You have remembered something, that is a good start. In time, I am sure you will remember all."
The elf closed his eyes for a moment. He was glad Estel, or who the child had become, understood. It hit him suddenly, that this man and lady spoke his language. They could understand him! There was much Legolas needed to know.
"Please, I do not seem to have many memories. I know not, how I came to be in this place. Gimli spoke of a severe injury. How did I come to be injured? Was I traveling to the havens? Do you know what befell me?" Legolas pleaded with the man for answers, to fill in the many empty places in his mind.
But the man frowned. The woman inhaled a sharp breath. The dwarf simply looked between the two as he could not understand much of what was said. Apparently the elf's questions were causing some distress, though he could not understand why.
Legolas turned his eyes to the man again. "Please, I need to know what has happened." It must have been terrible to have evoked such a response from those around him.
Estel spoke quietly, but confidently, as one who has dealt with such a situation before. "What do you remember? Do you remember anything at all?"
Legolas shook his head, looking expectantly at Estel, waiting for him to fill in the gaps. But the man turned and looked at the lady. Again Legolas was struck with just how beautiful she was. She spoke, her voice as one of the Eldar, full of wisdom and light.
"Legolas, you need tell us all of what you know of yourself. We will tell you of what we know, but first, it is important that we know just how much of your memory you retain. What did you remember of yourself when you first awoke and spoke to Gimli, and what have you since remembered."
Legolas wanted answers, but he saw the lady's wisdom in seeking these things first. He nodded at them and began to tell them what he had felt and knew since awakening not long ago.
Aragorn listened as Legolas told them what he knew. The man did not like this development, not at all. But as the elf continued, Aragorn was reassured. The elf was remembering things. They might be slow in coming, but Legolas had not completely lost himself. He would be restored, the man had no doubt.
But the elf's mention of traveling to the Gray Havens, was unsettling. Aragorn was grateful Gimli had not understood what Legolas had said. Perhaps his fears would be for naught, but if they became grounded, Gimli would have to be told.
Aragorn had known memory loss accompanied serious head injuries, but he had not considered it in Legolas's case, though he should have been prepared. The man also had not considered that Legolas would still hear the call of the sea, even with no memory of it. How would that affect the elf, if he could not remember all that had happened? Their friendship; the elf's promise to stay? Aragorn tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
Legolas finished recounting what he knew and had remembered. Aragorn took note that the elf only casually mentioned hearing the sea's call. Legolas seemed to assume he had been on his way to sail when such a calamity had come upon him. Again, Aragorn was grateful Gimli was not understanding this part of the conversation.
Now, that they knew what Legolas knew, which was not much, they could answer the elf's questions. Aragorn started by telling the elf of their long friendship and explained that Legolas had been visiting and exploring with Gimli when he had been injured in a cave in. When the elf seemed puzzled that he had not been traveling to the sea, the man explained carefully what the elf had told him after the war.
Legolas was not accepting the answers to his questions very well. The king, the queen and the dwarf did all they could to assure the elf that all would be well in time, but the elf was now upset and confused. It was going to be a long night.
Faramir was on the way to the rooms he and Eowyn kept at the palace. Eowyn would want to go with him to see Legolas. This was such joyful news! Finally, after so long, the elf was awake. The king would be doing much better now as well.
Faramir stopped as a young guard called out behind him. Turning, the guard informed him very quickly that he was needed as the king was otherwise occupied. As Faramir listened he felt the panic well up inside him. He needed to deal with this situation, and quickly. When he heard all the guard had to say, Faramir almost ran to the receiving hall.
Aragorn was not going to like this. Not tonight! Why was this happening tonight of all nights? Gone were the thoughts of a joyful king, replaced by doubt that the city would have any peace for quite some time.
Faramir slowed to catch his breath before entering the hall. With Legolas just awaking and not all being well with him, Faramir dreaded the outcome of the next few minutes. But he was grateful he could at least give his king a few more minutes before facing the next obstacle to be overcome.
Faramir adjusted his tunic, and standing tall and proud, walked into the hall as the Steward of Gondor should. No one would know just how much he dreaded what was about to happen.
"Good evening, King Thranduil. I am pleased you were able to come."
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