Why?

Summery- Estel is injured and his family are don't know how.

Authors notes- Sorry the chapters short but most of them are like this. This is my first fan fiction so please review.

Chapter 1

It was the middle of the night and in the house of Elond every one was asleep, well nearly every one because in about the middle of the night Lord Elrond of Rivendell who was having a very peaceful sleep at the time was woken up at a sound he alway dread but it was heard very rarely it was the sound of a very short very quiet subdued scream from down the hall.

Elrond quickly got out of his large four poster bed, threw on his silk sleeping robe over his cotton night shirt and grabbed his sword that always laid near his bed at nights and ran out of his room. When Elrond ran out of his room he nearly bumped heads with the twins Elladan and Elrohir who had also heard the scream from the rooms and came running out to find out who had made the noise.

They took one look at each other for a while and then it hit them and they said together "Estel" and ran as fast as they could to Estel's room.

When they finally got there Elrond put his hand the cold metal door knob and opened the door to his four year old foster son's Estel's room. What they saw made each of there elven hearts skip a beat.

Estel's room that was normally messey was know even messer. The small table and chair was over turned, the parchment that was covered in lovley pictures Estel had drawn because Estel loved drawing and gave most of his pictures to well nearly every one who wound except them was on the floor all covered in crimson blood and on the walls was small hand prints made of the same humum blood. The very sight of the room made Elrond and his son's mouths go dry but made them wonder if this was what the room looked like what will Estel look like.

But what was strange was the white cotton curtains covering the clear glass door were blowing forwards. So Elrond pushed them aside and to his surprise the door was wide open. But it is always closed so Estel doesn't wonder onto the baloney and hurt him self, Elrond thought to himself. He stepped out onto the baloney that over looked the rose garden and on the black metal railings at the edge of the baloney was a plain silver necklace with a simple celtic dissign on it with name tag on it.

Elrond put the necklace in his robe pocket and ran back into the bedroom to assist his sons.

Elladan and Elrohir had so far successfully put Estel on his bed with out moving the dagger wound to much.

Estel's wound was serious. You could easily tell by just one quick look at it. When Elladan and Elrohir had found Estel he had been lying in a pool of blood and had clearly been stabbed by a dagger. The dagger was still in the stab wound so they had thought not to move it with out Elrond's assistance.

When Elrond had came over to his three raven colour haired sons. He saw his two uninjured ones looking at him right in the eyes with extremely worried faces that was that same as he was feeling.