I'm using this to post a series of one-shots, or short stories, about my LOTR oc, Elwing, daughter of Elrond. And for the record, yes, I'm aware that Elves don't reuse names, but my friend and I have written too much to change that now. And I didn't know that when I named her. Elwing is the triplet of Elladan and Elrohir, and is the oldest of the three.

This first story takes place about 7-8 months after the Battle of the Five armies. For reference, I came up with the idea that every 100 years, the elves hold a conference in one of their realms to, idk, compare the state of the world. These conferences become especially important towards the War of the Ring.

Elwing uses her cloak to wipe the black orc blood off her gleaming mithril sword. The early morning fog hangs around her, condensing in droplets on her armor. But the overcast morning is punctuated by the moans and cries of the wounded.

So, the daughter of Elrond sheathes her sword and moves to the nearest invalid. It's a man, one of the Dunedain. An arrow is protruding from his side, the wound already dripping blood. Elwing unslings her satchel and gets to work, the ranger can be saved if she works quickly.

She spends the rest of the morning tending to the wounded. But the last ranger she comes across makes her heart skip a beat. Because laying on the ground, unconscious and in a pool of his own blood is Estel.

Elwing drops to her knees beside him, calling out, "Elrohir!" His wounds are beyond her skill, that much she can already tell. Her brother is beside her within seconds, already checking the wounds.

After a minute or two, he quietly says, "I can stop the bleeding, but I have not the tools to treat this poison."

From where he comes up behind her, Elladan frowns, "Can he make it to Imladris?"

"He'll have to." Elrohir starts binding the wound, and Estel's brow furrows in pain.

"I'll tell Halbarad." Elwing stands, hurrying through the dispersing fog to find the captain of the rangers. It doesn't take her long, so she swiftly explains.

"Aragorn is wounded, he's lost a lot of blood and Elrohir has nothing to treat the poison with. We're taking him to Imladris, you are welcome to follow."

Halbarad, ever used to the quick and grim after battle summaries, simply nods, "We shall follow behind you, though we will be slower because of the wounded."

Elwing nods. Within seconds, Elrohir is carefully passing her Estel.

Elladan comes up beside her, flipping up his hood against the drizzle that is beginning to fall, "Ro's going follow behind with the rangers."

Elwing just nods, shielding Estel from the drizzle as best she can as they start walking, Elladan vanishing into the fog ahead of her to scout.

Elrond stands on the balcony, letting his gaze travel over the valley and eventually settle towards the west. Where the triplets and Aragorn are. They should have been back by now, in time for the conference.

Celeborn and Galadriel have already arrived and brought Arwen with them. She's been in Lothlorien for the past twenty years and though Elrond has seen her frequently during that time, it is good to have her home.

The lord of Imladris sighs, turning from the balcony, only for Glorfindel to approach him, boots wet from the rain now pouring down. Elrond simply asks, "What is it?"

"Thrandruil's party approaches. Erestor is seeing that their rooms are ready."

"I'll greet them myself. Any word from the border guards?" Elrond does his best to keep his worry from his voice.

"None, but your children are more than capable of taking care of themselves Elrond. They've likely been held up by this infernal downpour."

"I hope you're right."

Elwing hated rain. If you could even call this current downpour that. Thunder rumbled and lighting flashed as she and Elladan finally cleared the pass into the valley, her brother now carrying Estel.

The daughter of Elrond wiped the water out of her eyes and gently laid a wet hand on Estel's brow, worried to find it feverish. She simply called over the downpour, "We need to hurry!"

Elladan just offers her a nod, and they keep moving. It takes them only ten more minutes to reach the city, and Elwing just says the moment they're inside, "Take him to his room. I'll fetch Adar."

Elladan nods and hurries off, Estel limp, pale and frighteningly still in his arms. Elwing flips down her hood and rings some of the water out of her hair as she walks, making for the Hall of Fire. She'd noticed the lit windows on her way here, so that was the best bet as to where her father was.

Her boots squelched as she approached the doors and tugged one open, stepping into the hall. But evidently, Elwing had forgotten that Imladris was hosting the next conference of Elven peoples. Hence her surprise at all the extra people in the room. Her father and sister were near the Grand Fireplace, with her grandparents. And Thrandruil was seated on a couch, his guards stationed around the room along with the Imladrian guards.

The room goes dead silent as she steps in. But she ignores the stares and shock at what she knows is her muddied, wet, and bloody clothing, simply motioning her father over.

He sets his glass of wine down, quickly hurrying over and pulling her into the hall, "What is it Elwing?"

Elwing can hear the worry in his voice, but starts explaining, "Estel was wounded, and Ro didn't have the supplies to treat him."

Elrond rolls up his sleeves, already walking away from the doors, "Where is he?"

"In his room. Ro stayed behind to help the rest of the rangers."

Elrond nods, "Kindly step in and tell our guests that I will be gone," he starts hurrying away, but adds, "And get out of your wet clothes please."

Elwing smiles slightly, "Yes Adar."

She steps back into the Hall of Fire, clearing her throat to get everyone's attention, "Unfortunately, my father has business to attend to. He will likely not return for the rest of the evening." As she speaks, Elwing locks eyes with Arwen, who nods, silently telling Elwing that she can handle things here.

So Elwing leaves, trailing footprints of muddy water all the way to her room.

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