Lost
disclaimer: I don't own any of this, it all belongs to Tolkien. I'm not making any money from it.
A/N: Alright, this is NOT, I repeat NOT, a romance fic. Aragorn and Arwen aren't even going to meet. Just so you know. Beyond that, thanks as always for the lovely reviews, they keep me going. Special thanks to Trin for beta'ing, you're awesome girl! ok, enough blah blah, on with the fic!
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The afternoon sun slanted through the window, warming the graceful architecture of the bedroom.
Elladan sighed, and rolled over in his bed luxoriously, wallowing in the warm comfort of his sheets, before total awareness overtook him.
As he became aware of surroundings, he remembered the events of the past few days, and sat bolt upright in bed.
Thunk!
He winced as he struck his forehead on a protrusion on his headboard.
Elladan lay his now throbbing head back on the pillow, and rubbed it with the heel of his hand while squeezing his eyes shut in aggravation.
One smoky grey eye popped open when a ripple of feminine laughter floated through his room.
"Arwen."
He closed the eye again, and rubbed the swelling lump a moment more, before his sisters presence registered fully in his brain.
"Arwen!"
He jerked up again, this time avoiding the protrusion that had caught him earlier.
Elladan flung open his arms, and welcomed his sister home with a warm hug, and an enthusiastic kiss on the cheek.
"What are you doing here?!"
She grinned, and pulled back, "Grandmother sent me back a couple weeks ago. She said there was a 'compelling reason' for me to come home."
"Really?" Elladan absently rubbed his aching forehead, "There is. Elrohir..." He trailed off, as Arwen raised a comforting hand to his cheek.
"I know, Ada sent me to wake you up, but you looked so peaceful sleeping there, I thought to let you sleep a bit longer." She chuckled as she brushed her hand over the bruise already forming on the the older twin's forehead.
He smiled ruefully, "How is he?"
Arwen shook her head sorrowfully, "I know not, Ada will not speak of his condition, until you are present as well."
Elladan nodded, understanding the message she left unspoken. If Elrond would not appraise Arwen of Elrohir's condition without the presence of his twin, his condition must be serious indeed.
"Alright, let me get dressed, little sister." He smiled, and gave her one last hug, before tossing his blankets back, and getting out of bed.
"I'll wait in the hall for you." Arwen smiled as well, glad to be home in Rivendell, despite the circumstances that brought her here.
~*~
Aragorn sighed, and leaned against a tree.
It had been a long three days. He could not move at the speed he would have liked, not only because of his wound, but because every ten minutes, Posie needed to stop for a 'break'.
Valar, he had no idea water went through little hobbits so quickly. He was almost to the point of refusing to give her anymore.
She was currently balanced in the crook of his left arm, while he limped along with the help of a large branch he'd convienently found shortly after Elladan and Legolas had left.
After an hour or so of cutting off the twigs, and whittling it to the proper shape, it made an excellent walking stick. He was considering holding on to it for a while, might come in handy.
They were still another two day's walk out from Rivendell, and he wished he could make the time pass faster. Both for him, and Posie, who grew tired quickly, and spent much of the time as she was now, dozing in the crook of his arm.
He smiled down at her, pausing to brush a silky golden curl back from her face. She was actually kind of cute.
When she was sleeping, that is.
When she was awake, he spent hours answering her numerous questions on Elves, Dwarves, the trees, why the sky is blue, and where babies come from (Valar, he had a Mordor of a time coming up with an appropriate answer for that one!).
Aragorn looked up at the sky, through the branches of the tree, studying the sky.
It was growing dark in the west, thunderheads were building in the distance.
He was going to have to find shelter.
Though his leg was healing nicely, he was still human, and prone to illness just like anyone else.
Not to mention, he didn't want Posie getting sick. He winced at that particular thought.
Valar help him if he ever had children of his own.
Aragorn sighed again, shifted Posie in his arms slightly, and continued on, looking for a suitable place to wait out the storm.
~*~
Elrond sighed, and looked out the window, studying the thunderheads building in the distance.
Legolas had informed him of their decision to leave Aragorn, and Elrond trusted the young ranger was more than capable of taking care of himself. But the part of him that would always see Aragorn as the little boy who used to crawl into his bed begging for stories first thing in the morning worried for the human's safety.
The Elf Lord turned away from the window, and studied his other sons.
Elrohir still had not awakened, and Elladan was now sitting by his brother's head, holding his hand, and speaking softly to him.
Elrond smiled fondly at them, as the soft syllables of Elladan and Elrohir's own private language filled the room.
The twins had created it when they were young, a combination of Sindarin, Quenyan, Westron, and melodic syllables of their own invention. It was a phenomenon Elrond had noted in human children before, but never in elvish, mostly because elven twins were rare, and treasured by those around them.
Arwen came in the room, her bare feet making no sound on the wood floors, while Legolas followed on her heels, his boots clicking softly against the planks beneath them.
She was carrying a tray of mugs, with bread, cheese and fruit, while Legolas carefully balanced a steaming pot in his hands.
"I thought we should eat, I know it's been awhile since Elladan and Legolas last ate, and you should eat as well, Ada."
She set the tray on a table, and pressed an apple and a mug into his hands. Legolas carefully poured out some aromatic tea, and Elrond prepared to tell them that which he had been dreading.
"Ada?" Elladan searched his father's eyes, while picking at a piece of bread absently.
Elrond sighed, "Elrohir is hurt worse than we originally thought. He must have struck his head when he fell."
There was silence in the room as Elrond's words sank in.
"What do you mean, Ada?" Arwen spoke softly, her hand on Elladan's shoulder comfortingly.
"I believe he may have fractured his skull." Elladan groaned, and buried his face in his hands, while Arwen shifted closer to her brother, and pressed her slight form against him, offering what comfort she could while her own heart was in turmoil.
Elrond took a deep breath, and plunged on, "Because the wound wasn't taken care of immediately, it has festered." Elladan moaned again. "His body is trying to heal the wound, but it's only making it worse. I am going to watch it for a few days, if he does not get better, I may have to perform... a surgery."
Elladan made an odd choking noise, as he tried not to panic. "Is there any good news Ada?"
Elrond lowered his eyes, "Not yet, my son. Not yet."
~*~
Ok ok, I know I usually answer reviews here, but I'm really tired, so will you forgive me for not answering them just this once?
I mean, it's the difference between having the chappie tonight, or tomorrow!
Please review anyways, and thanks to all of you reviewed my fic "I would have loved you anyways." I'll answer reviews in my next post, *crosses heart* I PROMISE!!!!!
XOXO
Cor
disclaimer: I don't own any of this, it all belongs to Tolkien. I'm not making any money from it.
A/N: Alright, this is NOT, I repeat NOT, a romance fic. Aragorn and Arwen aren't even going to meet. Just so you know. Beyond that, thanks as always for the lovely reviews, they keep me going. Special thanks to Trin for beta'ing, you're awesome girl! ok, enough blah blah, on with the fic!
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
The afternoon sun slanted through the window, warming the graceful architecture of the bedroom.
Elladan sighed, and rolled over in his bed luxoriously, wallowing in the warm comfort of his sheets, before total awareness overtook him.
As he became aware of surroundings, he remembered the events of the past few days, and sat bolt upright in bed.
Thunk!
He winced as he struck his forehead on a protrusion on his headboard.
Elladan lay his now throbbing head back on the pillow, and rubbed it with the heel of his hand while squeezing his eyes shut in aggravation.
One smoky grey eye popped open when a ripple of feminine laughter floated through his room.
"Arwen."
He closed the eye again, and rubbed the swelling lump a moment more, before his sisters presence registered fully in his brain.
"Arwen!"
He jerked up again, this time avoiding the protrusion that had caught him earlier.
Elladan flung open his arms, and welcomed his sister home with a warm hug, and an enthusiastic kiss on the cheek.
"What are you doing here?!"
She grinned, and pulled back, "Grandmother sent me back a couple weeks ago. She said there was a 'compelling reason' for me to come home."
"Really?" Elladan absently rubbed his aching forehead, "There is. Elrohir..." He trailed off, as Arwen raised a comforting hand to his cheek.
"I know, Ada sent me to wake you up, but you looked so peaceful sleeping there, I thought to let you sleep a bit longer." She chuckled as she brushed her hand over the bruise already forming on the the older twin's forehead.
He smiled ruefully, "How is he?"
Arwen shook her head sorrowfully, "I know not, Ada will not speak of his condition, until you are present as well."
Elladan nodded, understanding the message she left unspoken. If Elrond would not appraise Arwen of Elrohir's condition without the presence of his twin, his condition must be serious indeed.
"Alright, let me get dressed, little sister." He smiled, and gave her one last hug, before tossing his blankets back, and getting out of bed.
"I'll wait in the hall for you." Arwen smiled as well, glad to be home in Rivendell, despite the circumstances that brought her here.
~*~
Aragorn sighed, and leaned against a tree.
It had been a long three days. He could not move at the speed he would have liked, not only because of his wound, but because every ten minutes, Posie needed to stop for a 'break'.
Valar, he had no idea water went through little hobbits so quickly. He was almost to the point of refusing to give her anymore.
She was currently balanced in the crook of his left arm, while he limped along with the help of a large branch he'd convienently found shortly after Elladan and Legolas had left.
After an hour or so of cutting off the twigs, and whittling it to the proper shape, it made an excellent walking stick. He was considering holding on to it for a while, might come in handy.
They were still another two day's walk out from Rivendell, and he wished he could make the time pass faster. Both for him, and Posie, who grew tired quickly, and spent much of the time as she was now, dozing in the crook of his arm.
He smiled down at her, pausing to brush a silky golden curl back from her face. She was actually kind of cute.
When she was sleeping, that is.
When she was awake, he spent hours answering her numerous questions on Elves, Dwarves, the trees, why the sky is blue, and where babies come from (Valar, he had a Mordor of a time coming up with an appropriate answer for that one!).
Aragorn looked up at the sky, through the branches of the tree, studying the sky.
It was growing dark in the west, thunderheads were building in the distance.
He was going to have to find shelter.
Though his leg was healing nicely, he was still human, and prone to illness just like anyone else.
Not to mention, he didn't want Posie getting sick. He winced at that particular thought.
Valar help him if he ever had children of his own.
Aragorn sighed again, shifted Posie in his arms slightly, and continued on, looking for a suitable place to wait out the storm.
~*~
Elrond sighed, and looked out the window, studying the thunderheads building in the distance.
Legolas had informed him of their decision to leave Aragorn, and Elrond trusted the young ranger was more than capable of taking care of himself. But the part of him that would always see Aragorn as the little boy who used to crawl into his bed begging for stories first thing in the morning worried for the human's safety.
The Elf Lord turned away from the window, and studied his other sons.
Elrohir still had not awakened, and Elladan was now sitting by his brother's head, holding his hand, and speaking softly to him.
Elrond smiled fondly at them, as the soft syllables of Elladan and Elrohir's own private language filled the room.
The twins had created it when they were young, a combination of Sindarin, Quenyan, Westron, and melodic syllables of their own invention. It was a phenomenon Elrond had noted in human children before, but never in elvish, mostly because elven twins were rare, and treasured by those around them.
Arwen came in the room, her bare feet making no sound on the wood floors, while Legolas followed on her heels, his boots clicking softly against the planks beneath them.
She was carrying a tray of mugs, with bread, cheese and fruit, while Legolas carefully balanced a steaming pot in his hands.
"I thought we should eat, I know it's been awhile since Elladan and Legolas last ate, and you should eat as well, Ada."
She set the tray on a table, and pressed an apple and a mug into his hands. Legolas carefully poured out some aromatic tea, and Elrond prepared to tell them that which he had been dreading.
"Ada?" Elladan searched his father's eyes, while picking at a piece of bread absently.
Elrond sighed, "Elrohir is hurt worse than we originally thought. He must have struck his head when he fell."
There was silence in the room as Elrond's words sank in.
"What do you mean, Ada?" Arwen spoke softly, her hand on Elladan's shoulder comfortingly.
"I believe he may have fractured his skull." Elladan groaned, and buried his face in his hands, while Arwen shifted closer to her brother, and pressed her slight form against him, offering what comfort she could while her own heart was in turmoil.
Elrond took a deep breath, and plunged on, "Because the wound wasn't taken care of immediately, it has festered." Elladan moaned again. "His body is trying to heal the wound, but it's only making it worse. I am going to watch it for a few days, if he does not get better, I may have to perform... a surgery."
Elladan made an odd choking noise, as he tried not to panic. "Is there any good news Ada?"
Elrond lowered his eyes, "Not yet, my son. Not yet."
~*~
Ok ok, I know I usually answer reviews here, but I'm really tired, so will you forgive me for not answering them just this once?
I mean, it's the difference between having the chappie tonight, or tomorrow!
Please review anyways, and thanks to all of you reviewed my fic "I would have loved you anyways." I'll answer reviews in my next post, *crosses heart* I PROMISE!!!!!
XOXO
Cor