The Fellowship stops to rest in a small cave in an unfamiliar forest. It’s a rainstorm right now and Legolas has been feeling quite lethargic as of late, Merry pointing out deep bags under his eyes as he slowly combs his hair with his fingers.

He mutters before standing up just slightly to fast, and stumbling, a wave of dizziness and weakness washing over him. Aragorn catches him before he falls over

“Woah—you good?—“