Chapter 11
In the next moment, a loud neighing sounded and restlessness broke out in the yard. Elrond immediately knew that his son was back with Legolas.
Elladan stared at his father, and he, too, knew what that meant. "Come!", cried the lord and ran. His feeling told him that they had to hurry if they still wanted to help the prince.
His quick steps echoed in the corridor as he ran outside. What he saw outside was just terrible. He had seen many injuries on the archer before, but never on such a scale. Behind him, Elladan gasped in shock, and Elrohir, who was now there as well, had his eyes wide open in horror.
Aragorn quickly got off his horse and headed straight for the healer. "He needs help immediately!" Elrond tried to calm down and nodded. "Take him to his room. I will see to his injuries there."
Estel nodded and ran immediately. The fear and despair were clearly visible on his face. But the lord could well understand these feelings. This picture was really horrible and he didn't want to imagine what his son was going through.
They walked through the corridors, got some horrified looks at the bloody and pale figure in the arms of the ranger. Finally, they reached the room and while the ranger put his friend to bed as gently as possible, Elrond turned to his two sons.
"Elladan, I urgently need warm water and bandages. Elrohir, you will provide a needle and thread." Although the twins were visibly in shock, they nodded. The older elf knew how close Legolas' condition was to his three sons since he was a very good friend to them all. For Aragorn, the prince was his best friend, brother, and closest confidant.
The Lord of Rivendell sighed. He was so sorry. He was so incredibly sorry that something like this had happened to the beautiful warrior. Finally, Elrond turned to the blond, motionless elf. And froze. Only now did the healer see the full extent of the injuries.
Legolas' back was almost completely torn open and blood flowed from the countless cuts. The older elf tried to calm down for the prince and Estel and not to let it show how shocked he was by the sight.
The human sat next to the beautiful warrior, held his hand, and stroked his hair soothingly. When he looked up, Elrond noticed the deep despair and fear in the grey eyes. The ranger knew how severe all the injuries were and he knew that the prince was dying.
Finally, the healer set about examining and treating the countless injuries. When Elrohir and Elladan showed up with everything their father had told them to do, they were frozen by the horrible picture and the many wounds.
The Lord of Rivendell had meanwhile examined the entire body and tried to hide the horror. It was a miracle that the blond elf was still alive at all.
The older elf tried to calm down for his sons and the young prince. Aragorn was worried enough and Legolas needed him in his right mind. He was alive and nothing else mattered.
At least two hours passed until Elrond had treated the archer's wounds to the point where he was sure he could do no more. What worried him greatly, however, was that the Prince did not show the slightest sign of awakening. But given the severity of his injuries, that was unfortunately normal.
Aragorn was still sitting next to his friend, holding his hand and looking desperately into the beautiful, pale face. In the Lord of Rivendell, concern for his son was spreading. He knew how much the ranger suffered from his friend's condition.
Carefully he laid his hands on the man's shoulders. "Will he recover?", whispered the ranger without averting his gaze from the prince.
Elrond sighed softly. How much he wanted to promise his son, but he could not. "I do not know, Ion-nin."