Summary: Elladan and Elrohir child story

Summary: Elladan and Elrohir child story

Tears of soul

He was scared. He had never been so scared before. Elrohir was sitting in the corner of his room, his knees drawn to his chest. In the eyes of a human he was seven. And for the first time in his life he felt alone.

The room was silent, alien. All the toys laying at the floor were unfamiliar. They seemed to be out of place. Deafening silence swept all the joy, froze the tears in young elf's eyes. How could such terrible things happened in such a quick time?

Only few hours ago (Stop! Wasn't it few centuries?) he was enjoying the life with Elladan by his side, both were cheerful and happy. And now he was hiding in his room while his twin... He was scared. No one told him what had happened, no one told him how Elladan felt, or if he was alive at all...

He was too young to fully understood the meaning of the death, yet Elrohir feared her, for it had already took away many lives. Would his brother's be next?

No! Their father won't let it. He would give his own life to protect them. He had told so... Not that Elrohir by all means wanted to loose his father instead of his brother... He wanted them both to be alive and well.

"Valar! Don't let him die! Please, don't..." He whispered to the wind, to the sky, to the forest...

But the images of Elladan, laying under the dead body of his horse at the bottom of the cliff were too strong, too fresh. Elrohir looked at his trembling blooded hands. There was both his and Elladan's blood. He cut his fingers and palms almost to the bone while half climbing, half falling from the cliff's top, desperate to get to his twin. He would never forget wheezing sounds coming from Elladan, his mouth gasping for air.

He remembered his father's face going pale, the blood draining from it at the sight of his child struggling to breath. And his eyes. Ageless, filled with such a sadness and... fear. Only few creatures had ever saw the fear in the mighty lord's eyes. He had. And he was sure it was another sight he won't forget.

Another tear ran down his cheek, dropping onto the floor. So cold... Why was he so cold? The air was warm, it was a hot summer day after all. But inside... Inside him a cold winter was raging.

Another stab of fear went through his heart. What would he do should Elladan die? "No, No! He won't!!"

Elrohir closed his eyes in anger. But in the darkness the images became brighter.

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Two young elves, even elflings, ridding their horses through the peaceful joyful forest. Bright sun smiling down on them, kissing their skin softly...

'I'll be the first one to reach home!' One of the elflings cried out, teasingly.

'You won't outstrip even a sleepy dwarf!' Another informed.

And so they kicked their horses and rode real fast. And than the disaster stroke... The horses reared, trying to stop at the edge of the cliff that appeared right in front of them.

Elrohir fell from the back of his horse, instinctively rolling away not to be crashed by his own mare. The last thing he saw was his brother's panicked eyes as he disappeared from the sight, rolling down the cliff...

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Elrohir felt his body and mind going numb. Some part of him found the strength to wonder what was happening. The question hang in the air... He knew not, he cared not...

His hands trembling, he pushed his body up. Since when did his feet became so unsteady? Should he saw himself, he would probably get scared. Pale as a ghost, with big, puffy eyes, blooded hands,.. He walked out of the room and made his way down the corridor, toward the healing wing. Each heartbeat threatened to bring insane. He needed to know how Elladan was. A man, long lost in the desert needed water less than he needed to be with his brother right now.

He didn't heard other elves whispering behind him, gasping at the sight of him. He didn't care as long as no one stopped him. But no one dared. The lost, hurting look was breaking soft elven hearts. The whole Imladris knew the news of one of the twins being seriously injured. Well, they were wrong. Both brothers were at the edge of death.

Elrohir opened the door. Elladan was laying at the bed, covered in bandages, far too pale than he should be. A junior healer was busy making some potion near the table at the other part of the room. She saw the visitor and was ready to tell the young elf to leave, but one look at Elrohir's face changed her mind. She wasn't sure which of the brother's looked worse.

Elrohir came toward his twin's bad. Uncertainly, almost shy, he took Elladan's arms. It was cold and seemed to be lifeless. New tears were forming at the already reddened eyes.

'D-do not leave me...' he whispered brokenly. 'Please, Elladan, don't...'

Few heavy tears rolled down, hitting the floor. this time it was a healer who cried. She came to the brothers and gently pushed Elrohir to lay down near his twin. He did, hardly aware of her presence. Sighing, she quickly walked out of the room, her robes rustling softly. She needed to find lord Elrond.

Note: Does this story need another chapter?