Indeed, they waited for many hours, long into the night. Estel was not willing to go to bed at a decent time, after the rough morning he had seeing Elrohir seize up, it would haunt him in his sleep.
Elladan, being mostly elf to begin with, did not need to sleep, and he waited into the long hours. He would be more responsible. He will take the advice he was given and try, but also limit himself so he does not become useless.
Elrond had removed himself to his own chambers, pacing back and forth across the floor as he waited. Tathardes, at Erestor's bidding, had gone to the hall to remove some of the dust gathered and set up comfortable quarters for Elrond and his progeny, having an idea that Elladan and Estel would relocate after the procedure.
Tathardes stayed outside the door where the healers were working, waiting for Belthamdir to come out and say that they were done.
It was midnight when Belthamdir opened the door.
It was ten minutes later when Elrond came.
"They have kept the residue, for you to look at later." Tathardes said as she walked alongside her lord.
"Is Belthamdir concerned about what came out?"
"He did not say, but he did not look worried."
"I will be the judge of that, though it will not be now." Elrond replied in turn as he entered the room.
Many candles were lit, and a table with a white cloth over its surface stood along the wall. The slightly barbaric tools were on it as well as a bowl. Elrond did not look at it for long, quickly turning his attention to the person on the bed.
"There were no troubles during the surgery, lord Elrond." One of the remaining healers spoke.
Elrond stared at Elrohir's head: a lightly blood-stained bandage wrapped around his head, covering the gauze that shielded a medium sized shaved square and the sutured line of skin, and the white expanse beneath him to prevent any stains to the covers and sheets to the bed.
Elrond took a shuddering inhale and sat at his side, trying to ignore the fast breathing and quick pulse. Elrohir was fine, he was alive…
The younger twin's face bore emotion, and it twitched slightly.
Elrond leaned in and called his name a few times.
Elrohir remained limp…and then his brows pressed together. He half opened his eyes; they looked the same as always with a look that spoke unawareness.
Elrond, though, did not waver. "Elrohir?"
After an agonizing moment, the younger twin's eyes moved to his sire, and stared.
Elrond still waited, and repeated.
Elrohir did not respond…then he opened his mouth; his lips formed a word that he could not voice.
Elrond beamed and felt tears sting his eyes, and he smiled.
"…d-daaa…"
"I am here, my son. I am here."