"Doing any better?" Elrond asked to the pile of blankets that his brother was burrowing in. A quiet, hoarse, and raspy reply came from within the pile. "Not at all,"

"Well come out. I have some soup that will help you," Elrond said.

It took a few moments but Elros emerged from the blankets. His face pale, his eyes were heavily glossed over, and his cheeks where a bright pink. Elrond sighed and had his brother sit up normally and fixed the blankets before handing him the bowl. Elros took the spoon and started eating the soup. "I don't taste anything..." Elros said.

"You are sick. Your sence of taste has been off," Elrond replied.

Elros nodded before he smiled. Elrond sighed without his twin even needing to day a thing. "Elros how do you think this is by any means fun?!"

"Cuz. It's my first time being sick as a mortal." Elros replied through a sniffle.

"At least your finding something to be happy about," Elrond sighed again.

Elros just smiled and had coughed a bit into his hand. Elrond leaned foward and felt is cheeks. Elros moved his hand away, "Elrond. You do know this is just a cold," he said looking at him.

"Yes. However, I want to make sure your going to be alright." Elrond said. "Besides it may start off as a cold but it can-"

Yet, Elrond was cut off as Elros shoved a pillow in his face. "Wlrond. Jus a cold," Elros said as he sneezed.

"Bless you," Elrond said handing him a tissue. Elros took it and blew his nose hard.

Elrond frowned as he watched him toss the tissue into a wastebasket by the bed and return to his soup. This was going to be a long week or two. Since Elrond would not leave his brother's side till he knew he was going to be fine.