Amnesia

By Jo March

Disclaimer: A brilliant man know as, J.R.R. Tolkien originally created this wonderful story world. 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 serious amnesia. Will Elrond ever be able to remember? How will his family cope with this news?

A/N: This chapter might be a little on the short side. Sorry about the delay on not getting this updated sooner.

Chapter Four: A Chat With Gandalf

"Well, how is your head?"

Elrond blinked. He had gotten use to the silence. "Oh, um all right, I guess."

"You have a headache don't you?"

Wow, he goes straight to the point doesn't he? "A slight one, yes."

"How are you children?"

"There fine, I think. I don't remember them at all, so I couldn't really tell if there was a difference or not."

"Um ...You don't remember a thing? Not a single detail of your life?"

Elrond looked down at the quilt covering him and his bed. He was trying as hard as he could to surface any memory that would come to mind. "No there's nothing."

"This is worse than I had thought", Gandalf muttered under his breath.

"What can we do to get my memory back?", asked Elrond, vulnerability in his voice. Gandalf couldn't think of a single thing he could do for Elrond.

"He sounds scared. I've never seen him so vulnerable before. He had always been so strong, so royal, but not now. I wonder...." "There is one thing I could do, but I must warn you it might not be completely successful. It could result in serious damage to your brain."

"What are the odds it would work?"

"Not very high. This a great chance you could die from this."

"Is there any hope that it would work at all? If so, then get on with it."

Gandalf's lips were drawn in a tight line across his face. "Your children should agree to this. If they refuse this offer to retrieve your memory then I shall not perform the procedure."

"I'll send for them later this evening. So, tell me about this 'procedure.' What risks does it involve? What is it exactly? How will it help me?"

Gandalf chuckled, "You are as curious as my young friend Frodo Baggins, Master Elrond. Well, I already told you that it is highly dangerous procedure. It involves selecting a part of your memory and subjecting it to an electric shock to help revive the memory cells. It could completely kill that section of your brain and you would never have use of it again. If, I say, if it works you will have that part of your memory back again."

"Which memory will I get back?"

"It depends on which section the brain I chose to work on. No one knows exactly were everything is located in the brain. I have a 50/50 chance of hitting your adult memory, or the memories you had when you were a child. There is no telling what part I might hit. Are you still willing to attempt it?"

"Yes I am." The danger and risk had only strengthened Elrond's resolve to go though with it. A little bit of memory was better than no memory at all. Even if he died it would be better than living without memory. I just hope those poor kids say yes to Gandalf's proposal. I hope they won't be too sad if I don't make it. If I stayed around without memory, what kind of father would I be to them? I hope that this works. "Alright, please get the children it's time to tell them what we had decided upon.

Gandalf left to get the children and promised to come right back. Twenty minutes had passed and Elrond was getting impatient. When Gandalf finally returned he was leading Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, and Aragorn. Hey, wait a minute. I thought I only had three kids!

"Father, this is Estel. He our foster brother, you might not remember him though."

"Well, I suppose Gandalf has told you what we decided this afternoon. What is your verdict?"

"Well, as eldest, I think it is a wonderful opportunity, even if it does have sever risk."

"I think Elladan is right. You should be able to do anything you can to get your memory back. What about you sis?"

Arwen looked up at Aragorn and smiled. "We think it would be unfair to not give you the fullest chance at recovery."

"Well," said Gandalf, "It looks unanimous to me. Shall we proceed with the procedure?"

Elrond nodded his head yes. Gandalf picked up his staff and walked over to where Elrond was sitting in bed. He gently laid him down. He muttered a few words and Elrond fell into a deep sleep. His eyes closed, and Arwen gasped and turned away. Elrond's breathing stopped for a minute, then resumed and his eyes opened.

Gandalf ushered them out of the room. "We won't know till tomorrow when he awakes. There is still a possibility that he could pass away during the night. We can only hope and pray that he makes it though the night."

A/N: Will he make it though the night? I don't even know that. What memories will he have, if he wakes up? Questions? Comments? Ask me and I will reply. Thanks :)