Lost
disclaimer: I don't own any of this, it all belongs to Tolkien. I'm not making any money from this.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my lil sis, and her lost friend, Smeagol, who is now romping through the Halls of Mandos, chasing his brother Sam.
Thanks to Halo Son for beta'ing this chapter, since my usual beta (who beta'd the last chapter of this, and Dangers of Dwarf Maidens, {if you haven't read it, do, it's VERY funny}) Trinitytheshedevil (go read her fics) was unavailable.
You guys should also know that I wrote half of this while watching G.I. Jane *droooools* (Viggo YUM!) so, if it's a little....militant, that's why :)
Alright! On with the fic!!!
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"No!"
Elladan gaped at his brother for a moment, before flying into action. He carefully grasped the dagger, and pulled it out, before yanking off his own shirt, and pressing it to the wound.
Despite the heavy fabric pressing against the wound, blood still seeped around Elladan's fingers. "Legolas, I need your help!"
Legolas had been prodding the troll with his toe, making sure it was dead.
It was. The sun rose over the horizon at that instant, and the troll turned to stone.
Legolas nodded in satisfaction, and moved quickly to Elladan's side, pressing down hard on Elrohir's abdomen. Elladan moved around his twin, and began digging in his pack for the herbs he would need.
While Legolas and Elladan worked frantically, Aragorn shifted into an upright position, cradling Posie in the crook of his arm. She sniffled, and pressed herself close into his chest, frightened half to death by the sudden appearance of the troll.
Though he wanted to ask how he was, he knew the best thing for Elrohir right now was to let Elladan concentrate. So, instead, he focused his attention on Posie, who was now sobbing against his chest.
"Hush now little one, it's alright."
She sniffed, and looked up at him with wide green eyes. "Is El' gonna be alright?"
Aragorn smiled at the appellation, she had taken to calling both the twins El', since she couldn't tell them apart. "I'm sure he will be."
She buried her face in his chest, and whimpered.
Aragorn stroked her little back, in an effort to soothe her, "How about I tell you a story?"
Posie peered back up at him, her golden curls falling tousled about her face now, "About what?"
"About a beautiful maiden, and a brave warrior."
She managed a small smile, "Alright."
Aragorn settled in, careful of his sore leg, and spent a good hour telling her the story of Beren and Luthien, while Elladan and Legolas bustled about, working to stop Elrohir's bleeding.
His long dark lashes rested against his cheeks, which were much paler than usual. The combination of these two things made Elladan's heart skip a beat every time he looked at his twin's face.
Eventually, they got the bleeding under control, and Elladan had a chance to sew up the wound, and set his twin's broken arm and leg.
As he finished wrapping a bandage around Elrohir's arm, hazy grey eyes blinked open, and looked at him vaguely.
"'Dan?" His voice was weak, and scratchy.
"Hush, gwaidor nin, just rest." Elladan tried to keep the panic from his voice, Elrohir's eyes were dilated, and unfocused.
Though he seemed aware of his surroundings, at least enough to know his brother was there, Elrohir was oddly unresponsive.
He barely reacted when Elladan stitched the wound on his abdomen closed, nor did he put up a fuss when his brother gave him a sleeping draught.
Elladan turned to Legolas, "Something is not right here, we need to get him to Ada as soon as possible."
Legolas nodded, then looked over to Aragorn, who was cradling Posie against his chest. She had dozed off long ago, and he was watching his brother and friend closely.
"What about Aragorn, we will need to move at speed, and I don't think he can keep up with that leg." Legolas frowned.
"I'll keep up," The human in question piped up. "I can carry Posie, and I know the way home. You two take Elrohir and go, I'll meet you there later."
Elladan shook his head, "No, I'm not leaving you behind. Especially not with another life in your care. Not in your condition."
"In my condition? I'm fine, it's just a cut on the thigh. I can tend to it myself, you forget, I'm an experienced ranger, I've handled worse wounds on my own before."
"The wound was poisoned Aragorn, you could have died." Elladan narrowed his silver eyes at his youngest brother.
"But I didn't die! You are only protesting because I'm mortal. If it were Legolas in my position..." He didn't get a chance to finish as Elladan interrupted him.
"It's NOT Legolas in your position, it's you. I'm not leaving you behind, end of story."
"No, Elladan. Elrohir's life is at stake here, I will be fine. You and Legolas take him to Rivendell, we're only a few days away. Posie and I will meet you there."
Elladan made to argue further, but Legolas silenced them both with a wave of his hand. "I'm afraid Aragorn is right, mellon nin. Elrohir needs your father now far more than Aragorn needs us. We will leave him behind, and he will follow us to Rivendell."
Elladan frowned, clearly unhappy with Legolas decision, but he decided not to argue further. They were both right, Elrohir's life depended on them getting to Rivendell as fast as possible right now, and Aragorn would only slow them down if they waited on him.
He nodded to the Prince, and the two of them formed a stretcher from their cloaks and a couple of branches from a pine tree. Gently, they lifted Elrohir onto it, and hefted his limp form up onto their shoulders.
Aragorn watched as the moved out of the clearing as quickly as possible, without jarring their fragile burden.
He shifted the tiny hobbit in his arms, and shouldered his own pack, moving along at a much slower pace, careful of his wounded leg.
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Elladan and Legolas jogged lightly without stopping for three straight days, careful not to move Elrohir more than necessary.
The younger twin, for his part, barely stirred the entire time.
Once he awakened on the second day, complaining of thirst, so Elladan gave him a sip of water.
After that, Elrohir's eyes did not open again, which made Elladan's heart pound in fear.
'Please Illuvitar, don't let him die!' He repeated that same petition over and over again in his mind the entire trip.
When at last they jogged across Bruinen's Ford, they were met by several of the guards from Rivendell, including one of the captains, Arodaug, and the twins' long time friend, Astaldel.
"Mae Govannen, Elladan, Legolas! What have you...." Astaldel's voice trailed off as he recognised Elrohir lying on the stretcher. "Valar! What happened to him?"
"Troll attack." Legolas' words were curt, and even bordered on rude, though he did not intend them to be. He was exhausted after jogging for three days straight, it had taxed his elven endurance to it's limits.
Arodaug and Astaldel took the stretcher from Elladan and Legolas, despite the older twin's protests, and moved swiftly to The Last Homely House.
Elrond met them at the door, having sensed his sons' arrival when they crossed the ford.
Elrohir was carried up to his room, and several of Elrond's assistants were called. They bustled in and out, while Legolas and Elladan paced the hallway, until, at last, Glorfindel ushered them off to bed.
The pair was too exhausted to argue, and it would have been useless anyways. "You two are spent, you need rest. Elrohir is in the best hands possible, now. Go to sleep."
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See? He's still alive, sheesh!! No reason for death threats! I already 'killed' him once, what makes you think I'd do it again so soon? You're all so paranoid, lol! But I love you all to pieces!!
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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More A/N:
Sparx: x_x 'This chapter was written before Coreinha was murdered horribly at the hands of one of her so-called friends. If you want to read more, you will have to find a way to call her back from the Halls of Mandos." X_x
Nilbrethiliel: uhm... *ahem* *author looks around nervously* glad you liked the cliffie, keep reading, and sending the lovely lovely reviews!
Dragonsgirl22: Kill him? I don't know what you're talking about... I would NEVER kill one of the twins... *ahem* Anyways, I'm writing this as I go, so I'm not *exactly* sure what will happen next... I don't *think* he'll die though
Sake Girl: I don't recall promising not to harm him, I said I wouldn't kill him, and I haven't, YET MWA HA HA HA HA HA... uhm, yeah. He might live, he might die, I'm still not sure.... Keep reading to find out!
MaverickGirl: Well, now you know what happened, what do you think? Should something else happen to Aragorn, or should he make it to Rivendell safely... Suggestions?
PokethePenguin: Lol, Thanks for the compliments dear, keep reading and reviewing, no promises on Elrohir's condition though.
Pennsuleien: Awwww, thanks! You're pretty wonderful yourself! You're welcome for not hurting Elladan, though all the Elrohir fans are at my throat right now... No guarantees that 'Dan will get through this fic unscathed, thanks for the wonderful review, as always!
Hex: Well, it was short because I wanted it to end there, and my creative juices were low, lol! This one is a little longer, does that help? Keep reading!
Miki: You're TRULY insane, darling! Keep reading!!
*huggles her reviewers* I just LOVE you guys to death!! Thanks for the wonderful reviews, keep reading and reviewing, they keep me going!!
XOXO Coreinha
disclaimer: I don't own any of this, it all belongs to Tolkien. I'm not making any money from this.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my lil sis, and her lost friend, Smeagol, who is now romping through the Halls of Mandos, chasing his brother Sam.
Thanks to Halo Son for beta'ing this chapter, since my usual beta (who beta'd the last chapter of this, and Dangers of Dwarf Maidens, {if you haven't read it, do, it's VERY funny}) Trinitytheshedevil (go read her fics) was unavailable.
You guys should also know that I wrote half of this while watching G.I. Jane *droooools* (Viggo YUM!) so, if it's a little....militant, that's why :)
Alright! On with the fic!!!
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"No!"
Elladan gaped at his brother for a moment, before flying into action. He carefully grasped the dagger, and pulled it out, before yanking off his own shirt, and pressing it to the wound.
Despite the heavy fabric pressing against the wound, blood still seeped around Elladan's fingers. "Legolas, I need your help!"
Legolas had been prodding the troll with his toe, making sure it was dead.
It was. The sun rose over the horizon at that instant, and the troll turned to stone.
Legolas nodded in satisfaction, and moved quickly to Elladan's side, pressing down hard on Elrohir's abdomen. Elladan moved around his twin, and began digging in his pack for the herbs he would need.
While Legolas and Elladan worked frantically, Aragorn shifted into an upright position, cradling Posie in the crook of his arm. She sniffled, and pressed herself close into his chest, frightened half to death by the sudden appearance of the troll.
Though he wanted to ask how he was, he knew the best thing for Elrohir right now was to let Elladan concentrate. So, instead, he focused his attention on Posie, who was now sobbing against his chest.
"Hush now little one, it's alright."
She sniffed, and looked up at him with wide green eyes. "Is El' gonna be alright?"
Aragorn smiled at the appellation, she had taken to calling both the twins El', since she couldn't tell them apart. "I'm sure he will be."
She buried her face in his chest, and whimpered.
Aragorn stroked her little back, in an effort to soothe her, "How about I tell you a story?"
Posie peered back up at him, her golden curls falling tousled about her face now, "About what?"
"About a beautiful maiden, and a brave warrior."
She managed a small smile, "Alright."
Aragorn settled in, careful of his sore leg, and spent a good hour telling her the story of Beren and Luthien, while Elladan and Legolas bustled about, working to stop Elrohir's bleeding.
His long dark lashes rested against his cheeks, which were much paler than usual. The combination of these two things made Elladan's heart skip a beat every time he looked at his twin's face.
Eventually, they got the bleeding under control, and Elladan had a chance to sew up the wound, and set his twin's broken arm and leg.
As he finished wrapping a bandage around Elrohir's arm, hazy grey eyes blinked open, and looked at him vaguely.
"'Dan?" His voice was weak, and scratchy.
"Hush, gwaidor nin, just rest." Elladan tried to keep the panic from his voice, Elrohir's eyes were dilated, and unfocused.
Though he seemed aware of his surroundings, at least enough to know his brother was there, Elrohir was oddly unresponsive.
He barely reacted when Elladan stitched the wound on his abdomen closed, nor did he put up a fuss when his brother gave him a sleeping draught.
Elladan turned to Legolas, "Something is not right here, we need to get him to Ada as soon as possible."
Legolas nodded, then looked over to Aragorn, who was cradling Posie against his chest. She had dozed off long ago, and he was watching his brother and friend closely.
"What about Aragorn, we will need to move at speed, and I don't think he can keep up with that leg." Legolas frowned.
"I'll keep up," The human in question piped up. "I can carry Posie, and I know the way home. You two take Elrohir and go, I'll meet you there later."
Elladan shook his head, "No, I'm not leaving you behind. Especially not with another life in your care. Not in your condition."
"In my condition? I'm fine, it's just a cut on the thigh. I can tend to it myself, you forget, I'm an experienced ranger, I've handled worse wounds on my own before."
"The wound was poisoned Aragorn, you could have died." Elladan narrowed his silver eyes at his youngest brother.
"But I didn't die! You are only protesting because I'm mortal. If it were Legolas in my position..." He didn't get a chance to finish as Elladan interrupted him.
"It's NOT Legolas in your position, it's you. I'm not leaving you behind, end of story."
"No, Elladan. Elrohir's life is at stake here, I will be fine. You and Legolas take him to Rivendell, we're only a few days away. Posie and I will meet you there."
Elladan made to argue further, but Legolas silenced them both with a wave of his hand. "I'm afraid Aragorn is right, mellon nin. Elrohir needs your father now far more than Aragorn needs us. We will leave him behind, and he will follow us to Rivendell."
Elladan frowned, clearly unhappy with Legolas decision, but he decided not to argue further. They were both right, Elrohir's life depended on them getting to Rivendell as fast as possible right now, and Aragorn would only slow them down if they waited on him.
He nodded to the Prince, and the two of them formed a stretcher from their cloaks and a couple of branches from a pine tree. Gently, they lifted Elrohir onto it, and hefted his limp form up onto their shoulders.
Aragorn watched as the moved out of the clearing as quickly as possible, without jarring their fragile burden.
He shifted the tiny hobbit in his arms, and shouldered his own pack, moving along at a much slower pace, careful of his wounded leg.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Elladan and Legolas jogged lightly without stopping for three straight days, careful not to move Elrohir more than necessary.
The younger twin, for his part, barely stirred the entire time.
Once he awakened on the second day, complaining of thirst, so Elladan gave him a sip of water.
After that, Elrohir's eyes did not open again, which made Elladan's heart pound in fear.
'Please Illuvitar, don't let him die!' He repeated that same petition over and over again in his mind the entire trip.
When at last they jogged across Bruinen's Ford, they were met by several of the guards from Rivendell, including one of the captains, Arodaug, and the twins' long time friend, Astaldel.
"Mae Govannen, Elladan, Legolas! What have you...." Astaldel's voice trailed off as he recognised Elrohir lying on the stretcher. "Valar! What happened to him?"
"Troll attack." Legolas' words were curt, and even bordered on rude, though he did not intend them to be. He was exhausted after jogging for three days straight, it had taxed his elven endurance to it's limits.
Arodaug and Astaldel took the stretcher from Elladan and Legolas, despite the older twin's protests, and moved swiftly to The Last Homely House.
Elrond met them at the door, having sensed his sons' arrival when they crossed the ford.
Elrohir was carried up to his room, and several of Elrond's assistants were called. They bustled in and out, while Legolas and Elladan paced the hallway, until, at last, Glorfindel ushered them off to bed.
The pair was too exhausted to argue, and it would have been useless anyways. "You two are spent, you need rest. Elrohir is in the best hands possible, now. Go to sleep."
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
See? He's still alive, sheesh!! No reason for death threats! I already 'killed' him once, what makes you think I'd do it again so soon? You're all so paranoid, lol! But I love you all to pieces!!
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~*~
More A/N:
Sparx: x_x 'This chapter was written before Coreinha was murdered horribly at the hands of one of her so-called friends. If you want to read more, you will have to find a way to call her back from the Halls of Mandos." X_x
Nilbrethiliel: uhm... *ahem* *author looks around nervously* glad you liked the cliffie, keep reading, and sending the lovely lovely reviews!
Dragonsgirl22: Kill him? I don't know what you're talking about... I would NEVER kill one of the twins... *ahem* Anyways, I'm writing this as I go, so I'm not *exactly* sure what will happen next... I don't *think* he'll die though
Sake Girl: I don't recall promising not to harm him, I said I wouldn't kill him, and I haven't, YET MWA HA HA HA HA HA... uhm, yeah. He might live, he might die, I'm still not sure.... Keep reading to find out!
MaverickGirl: Well, now you know what happened, what do you think? Should something else happen to Aragorn, or should he make it to Rivendell safely... Suggestions?
PokethePenguin: Lol, Thanks for the compliments dear, keep reading and reviewing, no promises on Elrohir's condition though.
Pennsuleien: Awwww, thanks! You're pretty wonderful yourself! You're welcome for not hurting Elladan, though all the Elrohir fans are at my throat right now... No guarantees that 'Dan will get through this fic unscathed, thanks for the wonderful review, as always!
Hex: Well, it was short because I wanted it to end there, and my creative juices were low, lol! This one is a little longer, does that help? Keep reading!
Miki: You're TRULY insane, darling! Keep reading!!
*huggles her reviewers* I just LOVE you guys to death!! Thanks for the wonderful reviews, keep reading and reviewing, they keep me going!!
XOXO Coreinha