Well- no excuses this time. I've been SO busy with Drama school, work, that sort of thing- but I've had this half written chapter, and just…done nothing. So, now I have. I apologise if it seems rough, or not that good- but it's the best I can give you for now.

I apologise to you all for taking such a long time, and I hope you can forgive me for the length of time between chapters.

"Lord Elrond? Your son is awake."

Elrond looked up quickly, and eyed the young Healer in front of him.

"Elrohir? How long has he been awake for?" He asked, quickly heading towards the door.

"Only a few minutes, My Lord- his brother is with him, but I thought it would be best if I found you as soon as possible." The Healer explained. Elrond paused for a second.

"I am glad you thought to find me, Lannor- I shall go to my son immediately. Would you mind remaining here with Legolas, until I return?"

The younger Elf bowed,

"Of course, My Lord- I shall call you if there are any changes." Elrond smiled and nodded in response.

"Thank you, Lannor." With that, he quickly exited and headed to the room his son was in. As he approached, the sound of raised voices reached his ears, making him frown.

He quickened his pace, hoping to find out what was going on, before the people yelling disturbed anyone else.

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Meanwhile, Glorfindel was once more sitting down, to collect his thoughts- this time, on the balcony of a room in the Healing Ward. He was just thinking that he could really use a glass of wine, when suddenly; the sound of people yelling reached his ears. Sighing, he quickly stood, and exited the room- heading towards the room of the younger son of Elrond, trying to figure out who could possibly be yelling. As he neared the room, it became clear that it was Elladan doing the yelling- and it was not hard to tell who was on the receiving end.

"How could you not tell me you were injured? We agreed to never keep something like that from one another! Do you know how worried I was about you, when I heard you cry out? And then you tried to tend to the wound yourself! Are you out of your mind?" The older twin yelled, clearly angry. Quickly, Glorfindel jogged to the door, and threw it open, frowning at what he saw.

Elrohir was clearly struggling to follow his brother- the younger Son of Elrond's eyes were glazed over, and it was clear he was in pain.

"Answer me, Elrohir!" Elladan continued, not noticing Glorfindel's sudden appearance. "I-"

"ENOUGH, Elladan!" Glorfindel snapped, closing the door and heading towards the young elf. Elladan jumped, but quickly regained his composure and glared at the Balrog Slayer.

"This does not concern you, Glorfindel." He replied, obviously trying to keep his voice calm. The blond elf raised an eyebrow.

"It may not concern me, Peredhil, but I would think you'd have the sense to keep your voice down, and to wait until your brother is well enough to understand what is going on, before yelling at him!" He replied, his blue eyes flashing as he glared back.

"Have you no sense, Elladan? Your brother has only just woken, and you are already yelling at him! Tell me, have you asked if he is in pain? Does he remember what happen? Do you know if he even knows what is going on? I don't-"

"Glorfindel? Elladan? What in Eru's name is going on?" Elrond's surprised voice cut in, making the Balrog Slayer spin around.

Elrond was standing in the doorway, eying his son and best friend. Suddenly, he glanced over at his other son, and frowned.

"Elrohir? Ion nin, how do you feel?" He asked, making his way to the bed. Elrohir blinked lazily up at his father several times, before replying.

"I…Tired, Ada. And I am in pain…Why is everyone yelling?" The younger Twin asked, his voice slurred slightly from what Elrond knew was tiredness and the pain. Gently, he brushed some loose hair from Elrohir's face.

"I do not know, but do not worry about them. I will get you some tea- then, I think it would be best if you rest." He replied, keeping his voice low.

Elrohir eyed him for a moment, then sighed.

"Thank you, Adar. Tea would be nice." He mumbled, leaning back into the pillows. Elrond smiled, and quickly moved to make the tea, ignoring his Son and Glorfindel as he did. One he was finished, he returned to Elrohir. Quickly, he helped his youngest son drink the tea, and sat beside him until he fell asleep once more.

A few minutes later, he stood up, and eyed Elladan and Glorfindel.

"Could I see you two for a few moments, please?" He requested, leaving the room without waiting for a reply. Silently, the two other Elves followed the Lord of Imladris out, and into his Study.

Elrond sat down, and eyed them once more.

"Would either of you like to explain why you were yelling at each other, instead of looking after Elrohir?"

Elladan scowled, and crossed his arms.

"Glorfindel was yelling at me for no reason! Elrohir and I-"

"My Lord, I heard yelling, and found Elladan yelling at Elrohir-"

"SILENCE!"

Immediately, the two Elves went quiet.

"Honestly, I thought you were both grown, mature Elves! Elladan, I know you're upset with your brother, but have you no sense? It was clear that Elrohir was in pain, yet you were yelling at him! Glorfindel- did you not think to make sure Elrohir was alright, before yelling at Elladan?" The Elven Lord thundered, clearly having reached the end of his patience.

Glorfindel and Elladan stayed silent, both refusing to look at Elrond.

"If you two wish to act like children, I shall treat you like Children. Elladan, you shall go to Erestor, and ask him to allow you to dust the library- from top to bottom- and to sort the books out. Glorfindel, you shall report to the kitchen, and assist the Cook with washing dishes, and doing any chores he has- if he has none, you will remain there until there is something for you to do. Is that clear?" Both Elladan and Glorfindel looked up, clearly horrified.

"But Adar-

"My Lord, do you-"

"I SAID, is that clear?" Elrond glared at them. Silently, the two Elves nodded, both looking very unhappy.

"Good- you may go." He dismissed them, pulling out some paperwork.

Once the two elves had left, the Lord of Imladris burst out laughing.

"Glorfindel…Washing dishes…Valar, this is going to be funny."

However, it didn't seem so funny several hours later, when the Cook stormed into his study, to tell him JUST how much he appreciated the help.

tbc