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Note: Thanks for the reviews. This will be a sequel to the last chapter and especially the last line in the chapter. I will try to make it as humours as possible because it happened to me as well. Let's begin.
A loud crash and a bang startled Elrond from his work. The older elf frowned before he walked out of his office, breaking into a run at the sight that greeted him at the bottom of the stairs.
Shards of the big vase that he had asked Elrohir to move where splattered across the hallway with Elrohir lying in the middle. Yet there was no blood so Elrond assumed Elrohir was unhurt. The younger twin was sitting up right, hand moving down his booted ankle with a pained expression on his face.
"Elrohir?" Elrond asked, moving forward as he crouching down near his second born. Elves were already cleaning away the rubble as Elrohir focussed upon his sire. The dazed look in his son's eyes told him that Elrohir was obviously in pain.
"Can you stand, ion nin?" He asked softly. Elrohir looked down at the ground again and once more his hand touched his ankle.
"I do not think I can stand without aid, Adar. My ankle is hurting and I believe that if I put any pressure on it that I might fall. I put most of my weight on it when I fell and I believe it is badly sprained." More elves had gathered around and Elrond looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Erestor was standing behind him and waited patiently for instructions. "Please get my healing kit and bring it to my office. I will move Elrohir to the couch there so I can tend to his ankle. Send Glorfindel to me so that he can help me lift Elrohir…"
"I am already here, Elrond." The deep voice of the general made Elrond smile as he once more focussed upon his wounded child. "Shall we move him directly to Elladan's room so that he may join your other two children in bed?"
Elrond chuckled softly and Elrohir's head snapped towards his father. "Oh please, Ada please let me go to my own room. I can walk, honestly." The younger elf tried to get to his feet but the moment he placed his left foot on the ground he cried out and nearly stumbled when Elrond and Glorfindel caught him.
"Easy, ion nin." Elrond softly breathed into his son's ear, noticing the trembling in the limbs as Elrohir hopped along the both of them. He met Glorfindel's concerned blue eyes as the warrior noticed how Elrohir seemed determined to walk for himself.
Finally they made it into Elrond's office and Elrohir wearily collapsed on the couch. Elrond propped his son's leg up on a pillow as Glorfindel began to unlace the dark brown boot. The younger elf hissed as Glorfindel managed to pull the boot off.
Elrohir's ankle had swollen and the skin was turning purple and bluish. Elrond found himself hissing in sympathy as he realized the pain Elrohir must be feeling. He knew from experience that it was a sickening feeling and Elrohir would not be able to walk for a few days.
The swelling would go down within a few days but the bruises might take weeks to recover and even then Elrohir's ankle would still be weak and painful. Taking the bandages with him, Elrond carefully told his son to brace his foot against the older elf's thigh so he could bind it tightly.
The pain that shone in the grey eyes nearly broke his heart, for truly, no matter how many battles Elrond had fought or how many wounded people he had seen, he could not stand the sight of any of his children hurt.
Silently Glorfindel moved behind Elrohir, taking the youth's shoulders and bracing them against the couch. Elrohir fought for a moment against the stronger grip but he was not match for Glorfindel's legendary strength. The blond haired Balrog slayer leaned in closer and began whisper soft words into Elrohir's ear as the younger elf relaxed as Elrond's swift fingers quickly probed the thick ankle and then wrapped it skilfully.
Elrohir leaned back with a shuddering sigh and Elrond rose, accepting the tea Erestor handed him. "Drink this; it will put some colour back into your cheeks." Elrohir weakly accepted the tea which was lazed with a pain medicine. It would make the child drowsy enough not to do anything stupid which Elrond did not put any of his children beyond.
He had learned that lesson the hard way when he had walked out after putting a young Elladan to bed when the child had broken his leg. He had drugged his child so that Elladan was not thinking straight and later he had found both Elladan and Elrohir out on the balcony, how the two had managed to get Elladan out of the bed and onto the balcony with the cast was still to this day beyond him.
Having finished the tea, Elrohir lay back, relaxing as Glorfindel gently massaged his shoulder. "Well, now that you are sufficiently drugged we shall help you to Elladan's room. You can stay in bed there with your other two brothers."
Elrond actually smiled as he said those words. Last night Elrohir had been glad to be only one of the three brothers who could still move about. Elladan was still tied to the bed ad Estel was still ill, through his fever had gone down since this morning.
"Oh, Ada, please can I not remain here?"
"No, you will only get in the way. I need your brothers to make sure you stay off your feet, Elrohir and this is not a point open for discussion." Elrond replied sternly. He knew that his other two sons would no doubt make fun of Elrohir but well, his child had deserved it and the vase had been priceless through quite ugly.
His gaze drifted over the pile of paperwork on his desk and foolishly he hoped that he might be able to get some work done with all his children in the same bed. Well it would certainly be very calm during the day.
He met Glorfindel's gaze, who barely managed to cover up his amusement as the Balrog slayer moved behind Elrohir and easily lifted the younger elf up on one foot, supporting his weight as Elrond moved in from the other side and wrapped a strong arm around Elrohir's waist in case his child stumbled.
The pieces of the vase had been cleared away and for a moment Elrond toyed with the idea to allow his three bedridden children to put it back together. It would give them something to do.
Yet he merely sighed, steeling himself for the sight that would greet them when they entered Elladan's chamber. His mind had served him correctly as Elladan's shout of glee could be heard across the valley.
"How did you manage to do that?" The oldest twin asked, gingerly sitting up in the bed and waking a grouchy Estel who was still suffering from a headache. The teenager opened one blurry grey eye before sitting up as well, lips curling in amusement when they settled upon his older brother who was carried into the room.
"I fell down the stairs." Elrohir grumbled in a low voice.
"What did you say?" Elladan asked with a nearly evil grin upon the fair face as he leaned in closer, one hand cupped behind his ear as if he did not hear it correctly. Elrohir's head snapped around, nearly sending all three of them off balance but the glare that the younger elf shot his brother was so dark it nearly made Elrond shake in his boots.
"I said, Elladan that I fell down the stairs while carrying Ada's vase down." The younger elf's voice rose slightly and Elrond could see that Elrohir was shaking off the pain medicine he had been given. Silently the older elf vowed that he would soon bring up some more tea and give his first born a good smack around the head.
It seemed that the wound had healed quite well for Elladan was more annoying as the days passed so soon he would have his son walking about again. Estel rearranged his pillow as Glorfindel helped Elrohir to the couch.
Elrond approached his youngest son, pausing to lay a hand against the boy's forehead. It was not so hot anymore as it had been before and for that Elrond was glad. "I will bring you some tea so that you may rest and get well soon." He softly whispered, pushing back the dark hair.
Estel merely nodded, eyes closing on their own as his father soothingly stroked his hair. "So do tell me, Ro, how did you manage to sprain your ankle while you fall down the stairs?"
Elrond sighed and he nodded at Glorfindel, who smirked before the older elf walked out of the room, leaving him alone with his three children. "Elladan that will be enough. You have two brothers here who are in pain and you yourself are not well. Since you seem to recuperating well, I have a chore for you to do."
"A chore, Ada?" Elladan's voice sounded slightly hesitant and Elrond allowed himself a small smile.
"Yes, Dan, a chore." He echoed, not bothering to elaborate until Glorfindel stepped back into the room carrying a large box with the white pieces of the shattered vase.
"You may reassemble the vase that Elrohir shattered. It will give you something to do and your roommates a change to sleep when they have need of it. I will check back with you around lunch and I expect to see great progress by that time. Now get to work." With those words and allowing himself to ignore the colourful curse words that his first born spoke softly under his breath Elrond went back to work.
By the time he went back to his sons' room to check upon them at lunch time, he could see Elladan and Elrohir speaking softly to each other as Estel sat up and tried to assemble the vase. Standing in the doorway, Elrond allowed himself the very few moments he could have to himself simply watching his children before they became aware of him.
Elrohir had somehow hopped to the bed and was now softly telling Estel where the pieces went while recounting the tale of his fall to Elladan, who was smiling gently. His oldest son's eyes flickered upwards but Elladan kept silent and Elrond smiled, knowing all was once more well with his wounded family.
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