Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable person, place, or thing in this story. They belong to JRR Tolkien now and forever. I am going to use both extended movie and book, and hopefully I do not butcher them too badly.

Translations:

Mae govannen- Well met

Nae saian luume'- It has been too long

Amin weera- I agree

Ron quena i'lambe tel' Sindarin- Do they speak Sindarin

lasto beth nin tolo dan nan galad- hear my voice, come back to the light

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Chapter 1

The elf sat and waited, and remembered.

October 20

Elrond strode rapidly into the Hall of Healing. Since it was night, the hall was almost deserted. Only two of the beds were occupied, and there were only two healers and one assistant. He grabbed the first elf he saw, which happened to be the assistant, and handed her a piece of paper.

"I need you to gather the items on this list. Be quick now."

She nodded, and went to a set of shelves. He continued on to a cabinet where he gathered together several plants. He spoke to no one else. The two healers exchanged glances but neither one dared to disturb the Lord of Imladris while he was intent on a task. Elrond took his plants and headed for the door, where he was met by the assistant. He inclined his head approvingly then said, "Come with me." He walked out the door followed by the elf.

He led her through the halls until he reached the rooms reserved for visitors. He only slowed down long enough to push open the door. The room was empty save for a lone elf standing watch over a small form lying motionless in the bed. Once in the room, Elrond went to a small table and prepared the medicine he had brought. He spoke to the elf near the bed.

"Hioldur, you may leave now. Please go down to the ford and greet Estel. He will be returning shortly, and will have three others with him. They are to be given rooms in which to rest and refresh themselves. Tell Estel I will speak with him later. Post a guard outside the door. I do not wish to be disturbed by anyone." Hioldur bowed slightly and left.

In the meantime, the other elf approached the bed. Lying there on the crisp white sheets was a hobbit. He appeared to be more dead than alive. His skin had lost all color and had taken on the waxy pallor of one about to pass on. His face was streaked with sweat and grime. He had to fight for every shallow breath he took. Most telling though the angry looking wound on his left shoulder.

"Laeriel, would you please cleanse the wound for me," Elrond asked her. She filled a bowl with water from the nightstand, and dipped a cloth into it. Gently she wiped blood and dirt away from the wound.

"What has happened to him Lord Elrond," she asked as she worked

"He was stabbed with a Morgul blade fourteen days ago." Elrond replied. She looked at him in surprise,

"Fourteen days? And he lives still? He must have incredible fortitude."

"He is indeed no mere hobbit," Elrond agreed. He finished preparing the medicine and approached the bed. Laeriel had taken Frodo's cape and shirt off and covered his lower body with a soft blanket. Elrond stood for a moment, mentally preparing himself, then started chanting as he probed the wound.

Laeriel stood on the other side of the bed, watching and waiting to assist Elrond in any way she could. She fetched bowls of clean water, and clean cloths with which to bind the wound. She wiped Frodo's face as the sweat poured down it. On the night of October 21, Elrond sent her to tend to Estel and the other hobbits that had arrived. She bowed to Elrond and left the room. First she went to Estel's rooms. In his bathroom, she filled the tub with hot water, and laid out some clean clothing for him. Next she went and found some appropriate clothing for the hobbits. She then walked quickly to the room the hobbits had been given. She knocked on the door and it was opened by Estel. She smiled fondly at the human. She had been his nurse on several occasions when he had been injured. He hugged her, then stepped back and smiled.

"Mae govannen Estel. Nae saian luume'."

"Amin weera."

She noticed the hobbits then. Two were sitting on the bed, and the other was standing beside them. All looked weary and were stained with grime from the road. They were looking at her and she could see the worry in their eyes. To Estel she said, "Ron quena i'lambe tel' Sindarin?" He nodded his head in the negative.

In Westron she said, " Welcome to Rivendell. It is Lord Elrond's wish that you rest and refresh yourselves. I have brought clean garments for each of you. Estel, there is a hot bath and clean clothes laid out for you in your room. Your father will speak to you at his earliest convenience." They exchanged looks.

"Thank you Laeriel. A hot bath would be most welcome. Merry, Pippin, Sam, I shall see you later. Laeriel will take care of you." He turned and left. The door had scarcely closed behind him before Sam asked, "Where is Mr. Frodo?" She looked at the stocky hobbit who had his arms crossed protectively over his chest.

"Frond is being tended to by Lord Elrond himself. He is receiving the best of care. Lord Elrond's healing powers are legendary, and if any can save your friend, it is him." Sam lowered his arms slowly.

"Now come. A hot bath, clean clothes, and dinner await all of you." Each of them perked up at the mention of dinner. She led each of them to a bath and laid out their clothes. After bathing, she led them to the kitchen. After dinner, she escorted them back to their room.

"Rest now. On the morrow I will return with news of your friend." She left, and the hobbits quickly fell asleep.

The next day passed quickly for the hobbits. Each one became well rested and well fed again, as they had not been since their adventure had begun. True to her word, Laeriel came in the morning and gave them an update on Frodo. Gandalf and Aragorn paid a visit to them. Sam tried to force his way into Frodo's room, but was quickly removed by the elf who stood guard. On the evening of October 22, Laeriel came to their rooms. She entered and found Merry and Pippin playing a game while Sam stared out the window. All three looked up at her, with one question burning in each pair of eyes.

"No, there has been no change. He remains the same as this morning. Sam, Lord Elrond and Gandalf have decided that you are to be permitted into Frodo's room, as a friendly voice may help speed his recovery. Merry and Pippin, Estel asks that you join him downstairs."

She directed the two hobbits downstairs, then led Sam to Frodo's room. They entered. Gandalf and Elrond stood to one side talking in hushed voices. She led Sam to the bed. Frodo still looked much as he had on the night he had first been brought to Rivendell. He was still extremely pale. The only improvement was that he no longer labored as much to breath. Sam sat down beside the bed and picked up Frodo's hand, which was still cold to the touch. The night passed slowly for all. The next morning, Elrond made the decision to reopen the wound to search for any splinters of the knife. Gandalf took Sam outside the room to wait. Elrond, with Laeriel's help reopened the wound and found a small sliver he had missed before. He removed the splinter. Laeriel cleaned the wound, put some medicine on it, and bandaged it.

"Frodo, lasto beth nin tolo dan nan galad," she heard Elrond say from behind her.

She went to the door and motioned for Sam and Gandalf to enter. The four of them stood around the bed looking intently at it's occupant. The change was almost immediate. His face took on a more healthy color, and his breathing evened out. Sam took his hand and looked up at them.

"It's warm again," he said, as tears ran down his face.

On the morning of October 24, Frodo woke up. The first person he saw was Gandalf, followed by Sam and Elrond. The last person he saw was Laeriel. He smiled up at them weakly,