Take my hand and with it my heart

Not as planned

Gimli trailed behind Legolas as he quickly walked to the gardens. Legolas was frantically Looking around with pupils blown. Eventually exclaiming with excessive enthusiasm and roughly dragging Gimli by his sleeve over to a stone bench with an overhanging willow drooping over it.

  "Slow down you wretched elf! What is so important that you would stretch my limbs so?" Gimli sat but not without stretching his arm after such a fast tough. "You best get on with it before I find better company in Arod, for even he doesn't disturb me so."

  "You don't truly mean that do you?" Legolas had his head bowed as he slowly took a seat letting his unkempt hair shield his eyes.

  "Of course not, But could you please tell me whatever it was that is making you so feverish?" Gimli was starting to get concerned, this whole day didn't sit well with him, and Legolas running around like a fowl wasn't helping.

Legolas nodded his head and pushed back his hair. Scooting closer to Gimli he delicately took one of his hands with his and clasped it, holding it in his lap.

  "Gimli you know I hold you in the highest respect and care for you deeply." Legolas took a deep breath and waited until the moment was right "I love you Gimli and mustn't hold it in any longer! Please tell me you feel the same or else I feel I'll perish." At this, he squeezed Gimli's hand hard and brought it up to his lips with his hands shaking. His eyes were dark as if he was staring into a pitch-black room.

  "Are you alright laddie?"Gimli took his hand out of Legolas's and felt his forehead. It was burning.  "This just proves it, something is definitely wrong."

  "No! Gimli nothing is wrong with me, why would you say such a thing? Please stay with me!" Legolas got on his knees and was grasping at Gimli begging him not to leave. Gimli however pushed him off without a second thought. This was definitely not the correct choice as Legolas immediately started to hyperventilate and shake with tears filling his eyes
 
  "Legolas I don't know what's happening!" Gimli reached down to try and soothe this husk of an elf warrior. He spoke calmly holding Legolas as he spasmed "Will you be alright if I leave to go find help?"

Legolas slowly nodded but still had a death grip on Gimli's shoulders. Gimli slowly took his hands with his rubbing circles into his skin. Normally he wouldn't allow himself such liberties but his best friend was clearly distraught. After a while, Legolas stopped shaking and looked unbelievably tired.

  "How about you go to your room and get some sleep. Think you can do that for me, laddie?"

Legolas got up and began a very slow crawl like a walk to his room. And with that settled Gimli started his much faster walk to go and find one of the many magical creatures that luckily should have arrived for the wedding. But who should he go to first? The great lady of the wood? No best not trouble her with such mortal problems. Luckily he knew of a wizard that loved to trouble in mortal problems. Gandalf.