Hidderknerkness

Hidden Darkness 4/?

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Legolas had reluctantly allowed Aragorn to examine him and had sat perfectly still while the man checked him over. However, he did keep his arms wrapped around his waist as if to ward off Aragorn’s hands.

Aragorn noticed this but didn’t question the elf. Now that he had determined Legolas hadn’t been injured when he collapsed, his only concern gettgetting some food into his friend. A servant had brought breakfast just a moment ago and Aragorn now turned his attention to the steaming food.

“What’s this?” he asked, picking up a folded piece of paper that had come with breakfast. He noticed Legolas’ name on it and turned to hand it to the elf, who was still leaning against Gimli.

Legolas took it and looked at it distractedly as Aragorn turned to get the food. He unfolded it, and studied the drawing in his hands.

It was a picture of him in the garden, lying on the ground. A trowel rested next to his outstretched hand and a fern waiting to be planted lay disturbed next to a shallow hole. He appeared to be asleep, a peaceful expression on his face.

Gimli studied the drawing from his place slightly behind Legolas. It was a very skilled drawing, with intricate details perfectly done suggesting the artist had spent much time studying his model. Gimli half expected the Legolas on the paper ten hen his eyes and smile at him.

“So what is it?” Aragorn asked again as he returned with a bowl of oatmeal for Legolas. Normally, he would have asked for fruit for Legolas but the elf needed something more filling at the moment.

“It’s nothing,” Legolas answered, refolding the paper and setting it on the bed. “Just another drawing,” he continued as he took the bowl from Aragorn and scowled at its contents. He hated oatmeal.

“Another?” Gimli asked, reaching around Legolas as Aragorn handed him some sausage.

Legolas nodded, taking a hesitant bite of his breakfast and trying not to gag at the taste. “I find them all the time; usually in an empty flower pot or next to a watering can. This is the first that‘s come to my room.”

“Are they all of you?” the dwarf asked, sharing a concerned look with Aragorn, who was eating his own breakfast.

“Yes,” Legolas answered, not sure why they were questioning him about this. They were just drawings. “I have a whole drawer full,” he continued, pointing to his dresser. “They’re all of me; in the gardens, the dining hall, throne room, the baths-”

“The baths?!” Gimli interrupted, obviously angry. ‘No one follows my elf into the baths,’ he thought, not realizing he had referred to Legolas as his.

Aragorn also seemed upset. “Legolas, do you have any idea who leaves these drawings?”

Legolas looked confused and appeared to be on the verge of tears. “Why? Is something wrong?” he asked, dropping his empty bowl and wrapping his arms around himself. “They’re just drawings.”

Aragorn stared helplessly at the upset elf. Gimli had pulled Legolas back against him, whispering soothingly to the upset elf. Aragorn shook his head slightly as whatever Gimli had said sent Legolas into a fit of giggles.

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A/N: Something seems wrong with this chapter but I can't figure out what it is. *sigh* Next chapter I'll finally get them out of that room *does happy dance*