After he had been recently treated the previous day, Eliad moved to sit up in order to try and stand up on his own, wincing. Tahandil lifted his head and looked over at Eliad.
“Are you alright?” asked Tahandil.
Eliad nodded before moving to stand up from the bed completely, wincing more.
“Nothing better than having the bottom of your feet seared,” replied Eliad in a sarcastic tone. “Though, it’s not like he broke my bones.”
“Yes,” agreed Tahandil, nodding slowly. “And you should be grateful he didn’t. Now sit back down before you hurt yourself more.”
“Do you honestly expect me to stay cooped up here forever?” asked Eliad.
“Should I break your bones so you have to?” replied Tahandil, nodding again.
“I can’t afford to sit idle while they’re still out there…,” said Eliad, moving to sit down once again.
“Yes, I agree,” said Tahandil, sighing. “But you are not going to go out there and make our jobs harder by getting yourself hurt again, you fool.”
Eliad sighed and glanced out over towards the window.
“Rowan, my boy, you will never learn, will you?” chuckled Tahandil. “You are not alone in this big world. You have friends and family here to support and defeat any challenges ahead of you. Brighten up, alright?”
Eliad blinked at this and glanced over towards Tahandil, tilting his head to the side.
“Rowan?” repeated Eliad.
Tahandil smiled then shook his head, getting out of his train of thought.
“What?” asked Tahandil.
“You called me…Rowan,” answered Eliad.
Tahandil lowered his head where his hood covered his face.
“I apologize, my friend,” said Tahandil in a low, hushed tone. “It was a slip of the tongue.”
“It’s fine…,” said Eliad. “Though… You did have a point.”
“I hope you listen and go along with my advice,” said Tahandil. “I only give it to you as an honest friend. I must tell you I placed your sword under the bed as you slept. I went to get it for you.”
Eliad blushed in embarrassment before looking away.
“T-Thanks…,” said Eliad.
“No problem…,” grinned Tahandil.
“I feel like…something was on his mind,” said Eliad, rubbing his eyes. “Or something that had decided to let me go free. He could’ve easily taken me to Aduninzil but he didn’t.”
“What do you think was on his mind?” asked Tahandil, raising a brow.
“I’m not sure…,” replied Eliad. “Perhaps my father had something to do with him. You see, a while back, Zander was punished by talking too much. It resulted in getting his tongue cut out. So I wonder why he would still work under him.”
“Maybe the man known as your father has something of value of Zander’s?” asked Tahandil, shrugging. “Or, Zander just has a twisted mind and falls under rule as good little servants of the shadow do… Disgusting, it is…”
“Maybe,” said Eliad, sighing softly as he rubbed his eyes. “Though it’s not like he could possibly say… That would mean that I would need to confront Aduninzil to see.”
Tahandil nodded then gazed at Eliad.
“My friend, I think it is time for you to rest,” said Tahandil. “I give you a day or two before you can be back on your own feet. You have healed up nicely but you will have scars left over. You won’t fully heal for another couple weeks but you can stand nonetheless.”
Eliad sighed softly before moving to lay down once again.
“Good to know that I keep on getting my body fucked over…,” said Eliad, clearly annoyed by the fact.
“Don’t we all..?” chuckled Tahandil lightly.
With that, Eliad had fallen asleep after a while.
