Written for the Middle-earth prompt: Sick
Elrond raised his head abruptly as a fit of coughing echoed throughout the hall outside his study. A frown etched itself on his features, and he rose to his feet just as the door swung slowly inwards to reveal Elrohir, framed in the entryway.
His son's hand, trembling on the doorjamb, told him all he needed to know. Elrohir had looked ill all day, even refusing the strawberry pastries at breakfast of which he was so fond. It took little more than that to convince Elrond that something was wrong.
"Was that you coughing just now?" he asked softly, taking in Elrohir's drooping shoulders and bent head. His eyes narrowed as his son shook with the effort it took to restrain yet another bout of coughing.
Elrohir lifted his head with an effort, his face grey. "C-coughing?"
"Elrohir?" Striding forward, Elrond grasped his son's arms and held him still. "Look at me!"
Elrohir swayed. "I am fine, Adar," he mumbled, making no effort to shake his father's hands away.
Elrond loosened his grip and stepped back, appraising Elrohir closely. "Come here, then."
His one support gone, Elrohir wavered unsteadily, and raised his eyes to Elrond's face. His eyes blurred and he sighed as everything whirled, clenching his teeth against the nausea swelling in his throat.
"Adar?" His voice was barely audible, even to Elrond's Elven hearing. "I think... I am going to be sick..."
Even as Elrond strode hastily forward, Elrohir lurched into his arms and fell.
A/N: I wrote this drabble late at night rather a long time ago, to a very un-sick piece of music: the Tenth Doctor's Theme. How strange. (How like me, actually. I get inspiration from the randomest things. Like a truck. On a highway. Saying "Spring water", etc. etc.)
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