Elrond shut the door to his son's room quietly. The danger was passed, thank Elbereth! His son was sleeping peacefully, his brother Elladan watching over him. The elf lord sighed and turned to go down the hall when a servant approached him rapidly.
"Lord Elrond," the servant called, "milord!"
Elrond turned tiredly. "What is it?"
"Prince Legolas bids you come, milord. The she-elf is injured as well." The servant bid his master follow him down the hall to where Legolas was waiting with Elentaari. As Elrond entered the room, Legolas turned with his hand on the hilt of his knife. When he saw it was Elrond he relaxed and released his knife. The elven lord said nothing, but raised his eyebrow as he glanced at Legolas.
"Lord Elrond," he bowed respectfully. He watched as Elrond began to assess the she-elf's injuries.
Elrond turned to the servant. "Please bring me the same herbs as I used with Elrohir," he said. "They are by his bedside. I believe there are sufficient there for her." He thought for a moment, then added, "Also bring me the mortar and pestle, and warm water." The servant nodded and hurried off, bringing back several small bags filled with plants, and a container with water. He left the room again and soon returned with the mortar and pestle. Elrond crushed the plants together and added some water to the mixture, then began to grind it into a paste. When the paste reached the consistency he wanted, he took some on his fingers and began to smear it on the long welts left by the warg's claws. He did this until all the wounds were covered with the paste, then bandaged her shoulder and arm. Elrond glanced up at Legolas. "Where is your father, Legolas?" he asked the young prince. He noticed Legolas' eyes harden and his mouth set firmly.
"My father bade me tell you that he has returned to Mirkwood, and that he is glad for the safe return of Elrohir," Legolas told the elf lord. Legolas looked at Elrond, not knowing how to explain the confrontation he had with Thranduil. "Lord Elrond," he began, "I think my father knows this elf." A frown furrowed his brow. "But I do not know her name."
"Her name," came a voice from the doorway, "is Elentaari."