Amnesia
by Jo March
Disclaimer: This wonderful story and world were originally created by a brilliant man, know by the name of J.R.R. Tolkien. I am merely borrowing his characters and creating my own storyline.
Summary: Elrond decides to take a walk in the woods, and he receives a nasty knock on the head. This blow to the head results in severe amnesia. Will Elrond ever remember? How will his family take this news?
Chapter Two: Where Am I and Who Am I?
^spoken in mostly Elvish^
"How is he?"
"He's alive, but his head is badly injured. He might have a serious concussion and could possibly go into a coma. Your Father is very strong; I have no doubt that he will live." replied the healer.
"How long will it take for him to recover?" questioned Elrohir.
"I do not know. It depends on how hard the limb hit his head. Do not worry Master Elrohir, your Father will survive."
"Thank you." With that the healer left the room. "Well, we might as well get some dinner."
"Elladan Peredhil! How dare you think of dinner at a time like this. I cannot believe you, the life of your own father hang upon a thread and you want to eat!", exclaimed Arwen.
"Well, it won't do him any good if we sit here and starve, Arwen Undómiel."
"Elrohir?"
"I'm sorry, but I believe that our brother is right. His is the eldest, and we should do as he wishes. Right now anyway."
"Then I say, that one of us should stay here and call if Father should awake. Who would like to take the first watch?"
"I will. I am the second eldest. It's my responsibility."
"Alright, Elrohir. You have the first watch. Arwen, you have the second watch. And I will take the night watch. Is that alright with everyone?"
"It's fine," replied the two younger siblings. Elrohir pulled up a chair and settled in for his watch, and thinking about what dinner had been served. About eight-thirty a young elvish maiden came in a served Elrohir his dinner. Later Arwen came in and relived him of his watch. Late during her watch Arwen noticed that her father's breathing had changed. Wondering at this she quietly called for her brothers. "What is it, Sis? Did he wake up?" and other various questions were asked as the three elves moved silently down the halls of Imladris towards their father's chamber. Lord Elrond was sleeping peacefully when they arrived. "You're right little sis! His breathing has changed. He is no longer unconscious, just in a deep sleep," exclaimed Elladan.
"Shush, don't wake him up you idiot! If he's asleep then he can wake up, and you'll be in trouble for doing it," remarked Elrohir.
"Well, now we can all get a good nights sleep. I will rest better knowing that he will be up and around soon. Won't you?"
"Yes, I do believe that we all will, Sis. Goodnight. See you two in the morning." They all departed from their father's room and made for their own chambers. In the morning they ate a hurried breakfast, after hearing that their father was still asleep. Then, departed for his quarters. Elrond was still peacefully sleeping when they arrived in his chambers. Elladan and Elrohir had made a commitment that they would help oversee the younger elves on the practice fields and Arwen had some bookkeeping to do. They place a young elven maiden, who was training to be a healer, in charge of telling them when their father awoke. Around elven word was brought to the children of Elrond that their father had awoke. They rushed off quickly, eager to see their most beloved father. When they enter his bedroom they found their father propped up by many pillows and eating a bowl of soup.
Elrond hear someone enter the room. He looked up with an fascinated glance, as if he had never seen them before in his life. The children wondered at this. Why was he looking at them so. Elrohir elbowed Elladan in the ribs. "What?", hissed Elladan.
"Say something," Elrohir hissed back at Elladan, giving his twin an evil glare.
"Um... well, um. Good morning, sir," stuttered Elladan.
"Good morning," replied Elrond wondering why these three were so apprehensive.
"How are you feeling this morning?" questioned Arwen. She was always concerned about others and never stopped to think about herself.
"Better, I think," answered Elrond insecurely. Had he been hurt? Who were these strangers?
"Well, we just wanted to make sure that you were comfortable, Father. Is..", Arwen paused. Shock had just passed over her father's face after she had referred to him as father. What was wrong? "What's wrong? Are you alright?"
"I'm... I'm fine. I just... well, I don't remember you, or your brothers at all."
"What the... Of course you know us. We're your children, you've got to be kidding! Oh, this can't be happening." Elladan kept on babbling to himself about how this is was just not right and so on and so forth. "Elladan, will you stop it!"
"What, huh? Did you say something? I wasn't listening."
"Well that was pretty apparent."
"I know that!"
"Wow! He's smarter than I thought."
"Elrohir! That was mean. You shouldn't say things like that. Anyways, you to are identical, so I wouldn't talk bad about your other half. You're just putting yourself down."
"Hey!", exclaimed both twins and dove for their sister, but Arwen neatly sidestepped their tackle, and the twins landed with a loud thud on the floor next their father's bed. Elrond wondered if he had let them get away with this kind of behavior.
a/n: So, what do you think so far? Good, bad, indifferent. Reviews are really cool. I hope you liked it. More coming soon. Enjoy.