Disclaimer: I do not own Mirkwood, Legolas, Orcs, Gollum, or any other thing that J. R. R. Tolkien himself created. (I do own Echiril! *feels special because she actually does own something*)
Hey, I thought you guys might like to know what was going on in Rivendell!
(Actually, I just really really wanted to write this scene, lol!)
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"Is he awaking, Father?" Elrohir asked breathlessly when his father shook him awake in the dead of night.
Elrond nodded. "Come, if you are not there, I fear things will not go well. I suspect memory loss might have occurred…perhaps seeing your face will help."
Elrohir immediately jumped up, not even bothering to pull on a shirt, and followed his father into the adjoining room. Normally both twins shared the one room, but Elrohir had moved after the anxiety of seeing his brother cold and still ever time he looked to that side of the room. In reality, Elrond had "suggested" that Elrohir move—after his youngest son had woken him for the fourth night in a roll, in hysterics because he believed his twin dead.
Elladan had refused food during his unconsciousness, and would take water from no one but Elrohir. Somehow, his presence had always soothed the wounded Elf, relaxing him subconsciously to the point where he would take water. Elrohir was worried about starvation; Elladan had gone two weeks without food.
When they entered the room, Elladan was shifting, moaning lightly. Elrohir quickly walked forward and took his hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. "Come on, brother," he said anxiously. "Come back—wake up."
Elrond stood nearby, sorting through his medicines, so that when Elladan awoke he would be prepared for whatever would arise. A faint, "Elrohir," met his ears and he stopped, looking up.
"Elladan!" Elrohir breathed happily, his eyes lighting up. The face identical to his was smiling weakly.
Then Elladan winced, grunting lightly. Elrond rushed over. "What is it?"
The older twin's eyes clouded with confusion for a moment and he shrank away fearfully. "Who are you?" he whispered.
Elrond paled. No, Valar, no!
"Elladan, this is Adar," Elrohir said quietly. "Do you remember him?"
There was a long pause before recognition dawned over pain-glazed brown eyes. "Yes," Elladan said softly. "I remember, Father."
"What pains you, my son?" Elrond asked, more worried about physical ailments.
"The same old wound," Elladan admitted sheepishly. "Not hardly as before but—ah—" he cried lightly when Elrond placed gentle pressure over the injury. "Yes, there."
Elrohir watched anxiously. "Can you do anything?" he asked.
"Yes," Elrond said, confident now. The wound had healed greatly and now only required cooperation on his son's part. He lifted a cup that was on the bedstand, filled with a tea he had prepared several days ago. "Drink this."
Elladan obediently swallowed the liquid, relaxing at the soothing sensation that it brought, then stopped drinking suddenly, pushing the cup away.
"What is it, Elladan?" Elrond asked gently.
"I feel sick," he choked. "Oh Manwë—"
Elrohir hugged him tightly and rubbed the small of his back in tiny circles. "Shh," he soothed. "It's okay, it'll pass…"
Gradually, Elladan's body stopped heaving as he tried to suppress gags. "Sorry," he said weakly. "I don't know—"
"You've been out for two weeks," Elrond explained softly. "You refused all food."
Elladan's eyes widened in horror. "You're serious?" he asked.
Elrohir nodded grimly.
"What about water?"
"You would only take that from Elrohir," Elrond said.
Elladan smiled at his twin. "I'm not surprised." Elrohir grinned embarrassedly.
"Here," Elrond said, holding the cup forward. "Try to finish this." Elrohir took the drink and put his hands over Elladan's, supporting him as he drank. The injured Elf managed to down the contents, fighting against nausea, winning.
Elrond nodded. "That will keep you until morning." He yawned. "I'm going back to bed…Valar knows how much sleep I've lost to you to…" He turned and left, making sure to close the door.
Elrohir turned to his twin, an unreadable expression on his face. "Elladan," he whispered.
Elladan looked back with the same intensity, questioning.
The younger twin sighed and turned away. "Sorry," he said softly. "Just—" A tear ran down his cheek. "I was so worried."
Elladan nodded. "I understand." He moved over on the bed and gestured for Elrohir to lay down. He did so, and the twins lay down, facing each other, pulling up the covers to their necks.
"I'm glad you're awake," Elrohir said. "I've been nothing but a stress case since Atar knocked you out."
Elladan smiled. "I'm sure Rivendell was appreciative of the lack of pranks."
Elrohir laughed. "I'll bet!" He sobered. "It really was awful," he said, voice catching.
Elladan put a finger on his lips. "Shh, I'm fine. You shouldn't care so much, it'll wind you up in trouble some day."
"Hypocrite," Elrohir snorted. "If I were hurt you'd act just the same way—and don't you try to deny it!"
"Okay, true," Elladan relented. "But still…" He shrugged. "I get worried that if something happens to me someday, if I die, you will too."
"The same goes for you," Elrohir said, admonishing. "If I died, so would you…there's no need to argue over it, just accept that fact—be grateful for that bond. Few others share it."
Elladan smiled. "While not spoken gracefully," he teased, "spoken truly."
Elrohir blushed slightly, then laughed when Elladan's stomach growled.
"I'm hungry," the older Elf said sheepishly.
"I bet, you hard-headed patient," Elrohir scolded. "You wouldn't take a single bite of anything we offered you!"
"Sorry," Elladan offered. "It was better than being awake, though…" He shuddered. "I have never felt such pain—"
"I know," Elrohir interrupted quietly. "I felt it too."
Elladan sighed. "I'm sorry, I—"
"Stop apologizing!" Elrohir cried. "Just accept the fact that we are twins and would die for each other and die if the other died—which rather refutes the theory of dying for each other, don't you think?—we feel each other's pain, emotions, fear…everything. It is a bond we are blessed to share, and I would not give it up for anything."
Elladan nodded. "Neither would I, Ro, neither would I."
Elrohir closed his eyes sleepily. "Good."
"Tired?"
"As you are hungry."
Elladan chuckled. "Come on, you need sleep, and so do I. We should at least get some rest…what time is it?"
"Probably three quarter of the night."
"Valar! We're going to sleep 'till noon!"
"Aye, though, does it truly matter?" Elrohir queried. "Honestly, what have we got to wake up for?"
Elladan thought a moment. "Glorfindel," he finally answered.
"Glorfindel?"
"Yes…the poor Elf has probably been so lonely without the frogs in his bath, don't you think?"
Elrohir laughed cheerfully. "Aye, probably! However, I think he shall have to wait a few more days to be visited by the little rascals…"
Elladan grimaced suddenly and Elrohir sat up, instantly alert. "What is it? Are you okay? Do you want me to get Adar?"
"No," Elladan said through gritted teeth. "No, it's fine. I'm all right, don't worry. It was just my side…it hurt a little when I moved."
"Then stop moving," Elrohir murmured. "Get some sleep, Dan."
Elladan smiled weakly. "All right, Father, I will."
Elrohir would have punched his twin if he hadn't been injured. "Don't think you can get away with that for too long," he growled.
Elladan laughed. "Oh, don't worry, I'll be able to fight back before long—" He winced again.
"Elladan!" Elrohir cried in frustration. "Please, go to sleep, get some rest!"
Elladan smiled. "All right, all right, I will," he murmured.
Elrohir relaxed, draping an arm around his twin. "'Night, Dan."
"'Night, Ro."
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Reviews:
Irish QT: Hmm, I don't think there will be any more torture on Caradhras…Moria, though… And lol! Everyone makes such a bit deal about the ear thing, I don't get it! I personally thought it was rushed and sucky…but hey…guess not, lol!
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Menthol: I really don't know how many chapters…it was supposed to end when Legolas escaped from Orthanc…but then I went, "hey! Let's put a spell on him!" and it went from there…So, I really don't know. And well, it took awhile before I started getting all the reviews…I mean, 36 chapters does tend to help a story a bit.
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