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AN: the name Elvrassen was created by the late Eldhoron.


While Erestor attempted to absorb the news, the healer Elrond sent to get the possible life-saving herbs barged through the doors nearly out of breath waving the medicine in his hands. "I have what you asked for, my Lord Elrond!"

Elrond held a hand to halt the young ellon. "Thank you, Elvrassen, that will be all for now."

The ellon bowed his head and left.

As Elrond boiled the water, he crushed the yarrow root into a fine powder. When the water was at a boil, he removed it from the small fire and added the powder before adding the other two ingredients. Letting it steep for a few moments, he carried the steeping cup and walked over to where Glorfindel laid, his complexion white as death itself.

Erestor moved to the side to allow his friend to work. "Will it work?" he whispered never taking his eyes off his friend.

"Let us hope so. But remember, even if this works to stop the bleeding, it will not be enough to save him. You are the main key to bringing Glorfindel back."

Erestor looked up, his grey eyes betraying a hint of fear and doubt. "Me? But what can I do?"

Sighing, Elrond took a seat and set the cup down. "That is something you will need to figure out, but whatever you do, you must do it quickly. He does not have much time." Seeing the look of fear on his face, Elrond's eyes softened. "You said you had heated words, right?" Erestor nodded. "You told him you did not want to see him again, and that you still blamed him for Nestor's death?"

Erestor cringed at being reminded. "Yes."

"Well, it would seem that the most reasonable assumption to bringing Glorfindel back, would to apologize and tell him just the opposite. Tell Glorfindel you do not hate him, and you did not mean what you said. Hold his hand and comfort him."

"Can he hear me?" Erestor asked, finally taking his eyes off Glorfindel's body.

"There is only one way to find out, mellon," Elrond squeezed Erestor's hand gently before picking the cup up again. Turning around, Elrond, slowly administered the tea, massaging his friend's throat to activate the swallow reflex.

After about twenty minutes, the cup was empty. Elladan, Elrohir, Erestor, and Elrond watched for any sign that it was working, but after a few moments, his condition did not show any signs of improvement, in fact, he seemed to be worse. Reaching down, Elrond felt Glorfindel's hand. "He is near freezing, and his breathing is near nonexistent."

"Now what?" Elladan asked choking back a sob.

"The only thing we can do—wait and hope a miracle shows itself." Looking over at Erestor, he stood back. "Remember what I told you? It could be, that may be his last lifeline." Erestor began to interrupt. Elrond held his hand up silencing him. "You have nothing to lose. Even if it doesn't work, you do not want not to apologize. You will regret it." Motioning to his sons to follow him, the three left Erestor alone with Glorfindel.

When he was alone with him, Erestor sat down and took his friend's hand in his, shuddering at how cold it felt. "Glor…" he began, clearing his throat. "I do not even know what to say or if you can even hear me, but I am so sorry for the words I said." By now, Erestor could not hold back, and he felt himself come undone spilling out his unbidden thoughts.

"I know you did not mean to break that ornament nor was it your fault my brother died. I did not mean it when I said I hate you nor that I wished you would not come back. If I could take it back and be the one lying here near death, I would. Just please come back!"

Looking up at the ceiling, Erestor let out a scream. "Valar, please! Take me instead, do not punish him for my stupidity!" Still not seeing any signs that Glorfindel would wake up, Erestor put his head in his hands and cried.


Six long hours passed with no indication Glorfindel was going to pull through. Elrond frequently came in to check on him and to see if Erestor needed anything to which the stubborn ellon answer was the same: no. Finally, he quit coming in and let Erestor remain with the promise he would get him if anything changed.

As the night went on, the chief advisor woke up suddenly to the sound of soft groaning. At first, he was not sure where the sound came from, but upon looking down, he saw Glorfindel beginning to stir, his heavy-laden eyes fluttering open. Seeing another healer on their round, he called out. "You!"

Looking up, the healer pointed at herself in slight confusion.

"Yes, you. Who else is here awake and walking? Get Master Elrond and tell him Lord Glorfindel is waking up. Hurry!"

The healer took off to fetch Elrond leaving Erestor alone with Glorfindel.

Barely five minutes passed before Elrond followed closely by his sons barged through the doors to find Glorfindel sitting up, fully awake.

"By the Valar, you are alive!" Elrond exclaimed scarcely believing what he was seeing.

Rushing over, his healer instincts kicked in and he was checking his friend from head to toe. "Are you satisfied by what you see?" Glorfindel asked slightly agitated at being prodded.

Elrond smirked raising a brow. "I am now. If you are well enough to make cheeky remarks, I know you are well on your way to a full recovery."

Glorfindel could not help but chuckle.

Erestor rolled his eyes. "So, does this mean he is not going to die?"

"I would say, no. While he is not out of danger yet, things are looking up, and with enough rest, I would say within a few weeks, he should be up and about."

"May I please remain here a while longer?" Erestor asked, hoping both Elrond and Glorfindel would not mind.

Sensing that Erestor had something to say but not wishing anyone else to hear, both ellyn agreed to let him stay on the condition Glorfindel did not over exert himself.

"It is good to see you back, Glor," Elladan said with a slight smile.

"Aye, you gave us all quite a scare," chimed in Elrohir.

Glorfindel grinned, and the twins left following their father.

When it was only the two of them, Erestor could not look at his friend still ashamed of what he said. "I do not know if you heard me, but…"

"I did," Glorfindel interrupted.

"You did?"

Glorfindel nodded. "It was not Elrond's healing teas which saved me—and yes, even so, close to death; I could still taste them—it was you. Hearing how much you still loved me and wanted me around. It was the love of a best friend, a brother, which pulled me back from Mandos Halls."

Erestor was speechless. For the first time, he found he could not move nor speak.

"And Erestor? I forgive you. I hope you can forgive me for…"

Erestor shook his head silencing Glorfindel. "I do not care about the ornament my brother made me. I can fix that. What I can't fix or live without is you."

Not needing to say anything else, the two embraced in a hug content knowing that all was forgiven.

"Now, you better get some rest before Elrond returns and sends us both to Mandos with one of his long lectures on the importance of resting."

"I heard that!" Elrond's voice could be heard next door.

Laughing, Glorfindel soon fell asleep with Erestor soon asleep in the chair next to him. It would be a long road of recovery ahead of him, but as long as he was surrounded by his friends and family, he was up to the challenge.