A Son in Need
Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.R.R Tolkien's characters.
Chapter 2
"Estel…Estel, you need to wake up".
Everything was so groggy. Who was calling him? He tried to open his eyes, but it took to much energy. Energy that he didn't have.
"Please Estel. We must make you better".
It was too hard to ignore them anymore. Especially now that they were pleading. Slowly he opened his eyes to his dim room. Above him was Elrond a worried expression on his face.
It was strange for Elrond to show an emotion. He had been healing for so many years he had learned to control his emotions, but it was different with Estel. Estel meant a great deal to him. Just like any of his other children, but Estel was the only one who was able to get sick. And get sick he did.
"Hello Estel. It's good to see you awake." He bent over to the side and grabbed a steaming mug. "I need you to drink as much as you can of this. It should ease your breathing and lower your fever".
Aragorn groaned but gave in knowing that everything his Ada was doing for him was to help him get better, and he wanted to get better. Knowing Aragorn was too weak to sit up by himself, he motioned for one of the twins to support him so he could drink. Elrohir quickly moved behind his brother and leaned him across his chest. He could even feel the heat rising off of him then. Elrond slowly brought the mug to his son's lips and poured a small amount into his mouth. As soon as the liquid touched his mouth he started coughing but managed to keep the liquid in and swallowed it.
Concentrating on the ailments Elrond put his hand to his son's chest and closed his eyes. His face became wrinkled with concern. It was indeed pneumonia.
He sighed in frustration. It was his fault. If only he made Estel warm up before he did anything else. Now look at the consequences. He stroked Aragron's forehead in comfort. His dark hair was damp and sticking to it.
Now sleeping against Elrohir he began coughing, curling himself into a ball. The coughs racked every part of his body. Every cough was followed by a gasp for precious air. He tried to send healing waves to his son, trying to calm him, but he was unsuccessful.
"Relax my son. Soon your body will be rid of this sickness and you can once again light our halls with your presence."
Everyone let a sigh of relief as Aragorn once again regained control of his breathing.
"Elladan, can you please bring over my fever reducing herb? I must dose Estel again, though if this does not work, I don't now what will. Any more could send him into shock."
Quickly the twin brought over the coveted herb, bright red in color but very useful. Taking but a pinch Elrond carefully placed it in Aragorn's mouth, rubbing his throat to make him swallow.
"Elrohir, I need you to continue bathing his forehead with cool water. We must bring his fever down. It's crucial."
Moving from his spot from behind his brother, Elrohir grabbed a bowl of cool, Athelas laced water and a rag. He dipped it in the water and gently placed it on the forehead of his brother. Aragorn sighed as the sweet scent filled the room, and his muscles relaxed.
Looking at the weary face of his father Elladan made a decision. "Father go rest. Everything is under control right now. We shall continue to monitor Estel, and cool his face with the water. It won't do him any good, if you fall asleep in a more crucial time of need. Do not worry. We will wake you if anything changes".
Grateful for his two sons, Elrond agreed to rest on the account of, if they waked him at any change, good or bad. "Hanta Elladan." And with that he left the room, only to be awoken later.
Short, major writers block. Reviewing will help, constructive criticism, anything!!!!! Next chapter up shortly!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.R.R Tolkien's characters.
Chapter 2
"Estel…Estel, you need to wake up".
Everything was so groggy. Who was calling him? He tried to open his eyes, but it took to much energy. Energy that he didn't have.
"Please Estel. We must make you better".
It was too hard to ignore them anymore. Especially now that they were pleading. Slowly he opened his eyes to his dim room. Above him was Elrond a worried expression on his face.
It was strange for Elrond to show an emotion. He had been healing for so many years he had learned to control his emotions, but it was different with Estel. Estel meant a great deal to him. Just like any of his other children, but Estel was the only one who was able to get sick. And get sick he did.
"Hello Estel. It's good to see you awake." He bent over to the side and grabbed a steaming mug. "I need you to drink as much as you can of this. It should ease your breathing and lower your fever".
Aragorn groaned but gave in knowing that everything his Ada was doing for him was to help him get better, and he wanted to get better. Knowing Aragorn was too weak to sit up by himself, he motioned for one of the twins to support him so he could drink. Elrohir quickly moved behind his brother and leaned him across his chest. He could even feel the heat rising off of him then. Elrond slowly brought the mug to his son's lips and poured a small amount into his mouth. As soon as the liquid touched his mouth he started coughing but managed to keep the liquid in and swallowed it.
Concentrating on the ailments Elrond put his hand to his son's chest and closed his eyes. His face became wrinkled with concern. It was indeed pneumonia.
He sighed in frustration. It was his fault. If only he made Estel warm up before he did anything else. Now look at the consequences. He stroked Aragron's forehead in comfort. His dark hair was damp and sticking to it.
Now sleeping against Elrohir he began coughing, curling himself into a ball. The coughs racked every part of his body. Every cough was followed by a gasp for precious air. He tried to send healing waves to his son, trying to calm him, but he was unsuccessful.
"Relax my son. Soon your body will be rid of this sickness and you can once again light our halls with your presence."
Everyone let a sigh of relief as Aragorn once again regained control of his breathing.
"Elladan, can you please bring over my fever reducing herb? I must dose Estel again, though if this does not work, I don't now what will. Any more could send him into shock."
Quickly the twin brought over the coveted herb, bright red in color but very useful. Taking but a pinch Elrond carefully placed it in Aragorn's mouth, rubbing his throat to make him swallow.
"Elrohir, I need you to continue bathing his forehead with cool water. We must bring his fever down. It's crucial."
Moving from his spot from behind his brother, Elrohir grabbed a bowl of cool, Athelas laced water and a rag. He dipped it in the water and gently placed it on the forehead of his brother. Aragorn sighed as the sweet scent filled the room, and his muscles relaxed.
Looking at the weary face of his father Elladan made a decision. "Father go rest. Everything is under control right now. We shall continue to monitor Estel, and cool his face with the water. It won't do him any good, if you fall asleep in a more crucial time of need. Do not worry. We will wake you if anything changes".
Grateful for his two sons, Elrond agreed to rest on the account of, if they waked him at any change, good or bad. "Hanta Elladan." And with that he left the room, only to be awoken later.
Short, major writers block. Reviewing will help, constructive criticism, anything!!!!! Next chapter up shortly!!!
