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Chapter 2
A scream echoed its way through the halls of the Last Homely House. The sound was close to that of a wounded animal. The previously soft night sounds suddenly died out, leaving a hollow emptiness in the wake of the sound.
Glorfindel had placed himself on a bench outside Elronds' healing halls, he had a large volume open on his lap that he had been flipping through. The sudden noise startled him and he leapt to his feet, the book thumping to the floor. What alarmed him was not so much a noise coming from the hall, having seen the extensive injuries that was hardly surprising. No, what startled him was the voice behind the sound, he knew that voice and it was not Legolas.
Elladan tried in vain to restrain his brother. Never had he seen Elrohir in such a state. The two of them had been working alongside Elrond for several hours, doing what they could for their friend. Mercifully Legolas had slipped into unconsciousness shortly after they had reached the room. What had been more concerning was that he did not seem to improve with their ministrations. If anything , his condition had seemed to deteriorate. They couldn't understand why, and had increased the pace of their work. Adding more herbs to their concoctions in the hope of an improvement. It had been several hours before they could turn him over, to begin dressing the lacerations on his back. It was only then that Elrond had discovered the poison.
An antidote could of course be made,this was the house of Elrond after all, but it would take time. While Elrond ground the ingredients up, the brothers continued their tasks. Legolas' breath grew less and less regular. And then it stopped.
Elrond raised his head in alarm as the healers rolled his patient onto his back and Elrohir felt frantically for a pulse. Then Elrohir screamed, the sound ripped through the room with violent force and made the hair on the back of Elronds' neck stand on end.
That was when Elladan had grabbed his brother and pulled him back. Elrond ran forward and carefully felt the neck of his patient. Legolas' skin was nearly translucent, his eyes were tightly shut. Elrond heard the scuffle of his sons behind him and made a quick decision. "Elladan get your brother out of here!" Elrond shouted. Elrohir resisted his brothers attempts until several healers rushed forwards and ushered them both from the room. Elrond turned all his energy into saving Legolas' life.
The door flew open, onto a still startled Glorfindel. Elladan was grappling desperately with his brother, who seemed to be fighting with everything he could muster. Glorfindel managed to get a firm grip on Elrohir and between the two of them, he was pushed down to the bench. All the fight seemed to drain from him then and he appeared to crumple in on himself. Silver tears began to trace themselves down his cheeks. Glorfindel turned to Elladan, at a loss. Elladan knelt down by his brother. "Elrohir, all is nor lost, ada may still be able to bring him back." And inside Elladan prayed to the valar that it was true.
