Lost
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, it all belongs to Tolkien. I'm not making any money from it.
A/N: ok, sorry if this chappie has, um, issues. Feel free to point out any errors you see, my beta was not feeling well, and there was no one online to fill in. So, forgive me any mistakes *winces*
ok, on with the fic!
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Elrond anxiously paced the hall outside Elrohir's room. His slender fingers were clasped behind his back, his elegant brow furrowed in thought.
It had been three days since Elladan and Legolas had hauled an unconscious and severely injured Elrohir back to Imladris, six days since they left Aragorn.
He should have been back by now.
Elrohir showed no sign of improvement. He stirred once in the last three days, opening his eyes, and staring vaguely at the room for a few moments, before they slid shut again.
Elrond was trying to forget the decision he would have to make tonight, if there was no improvement by then. Elrohir was weakening without food and water. If the surgery was to be done, it would have to be done tonight, or Elrohir would not have the strength to survive.
Elladan barely left his brother's side, and Arwen would not leave Elladan for more than a few minutes at a time.
Elrond found himself thanking Illuvitar profusely that she had come home when she did, for only Arwen could convince an extremely worried Elladan to eat and sleep.
Legolas was out looking for Aragorn. The Elven Prince had left the day before, stating he was too worried about Aragorn to wait any longer, but Elrond knew that Legolas was a warrior born, and could not take sitting around waiting for Elrohir to either recover, or die. So he had conviently decided to go searching for his best friend, instead.
Elrond turned towards the window, looking out at the grey skies. It had been storming since the day Elrohir had arrived, making the Elf Lord feel that much more dismal.
He knew that Aragorn had, more than likely, simply taken shelter from the storm, and was waiting it out. But better to wonder where one son was, than if the other would still be alive in the morning.
"Where are you Aragorn?" He murmured to himself, as he stared anxiously out the window.
~*~
"STOP! Please stop crying, Posie!"
Aragorn was positively beside himself.
The little hobbit had not stopped wailing for the past hour, all because of a stupid rabbit.
"Posie, please, we have to eat something!"
"You...you...you killeded the....bunnieeeeeee" She shrieked the last word as tears streamed down her red cheeks.
Aragorn groaned, and continued to cook the animal, deciding to ignore her wails for the time being.
Furious at being ignored, Posie lay on her back in the cave they had taken shelter in, and screamed at the top of her lungs. It took all Aragorns willpower not to simply toss the hobbit into the nearby river and leave her there.
The first two days in the cave had not been that bad.
Day one, all they had done was sleep, the last couple days of travelling catching up to the mortals in a big way.
The second day, Aragorn had been hard pressed to entertain the energetic hobbit lass. Finally, he'd found a piece of chalk in his pack he had used to mark tunnels that last time he had visited some dwarves.
Posie had happily drawn illustrations to the tales Aragorn told her as he reclined by the fire.
Then they had run out of dried meat and lembas, so Aragorn had been forced to find something for them to eat.
He should have had the sense to skin the rabbit outside in the rain, instead of where Posie could see. Well, there was no help for it now. She would just have to deal with it.
Three days in a cave with a small child, a wounded leg that ached something fierce, even though it was healing well, and a slight sniffle combined to make Aragorn a VERY cranky Ranger.
He turned the rabbit on the spit, and looked over his shoulder as Posie stomped to the mouth of the cave.
Aragorn groaned, and darted forward to grab her before she could run out in the pouring rain and catch a cold.
He was very much surprised when a pair of hands that *definitely* didn't belong to him scooped her up instead.
"Having troubles Aragorn?"
~*~
Elladan sighed, and stared at his brothers pale face, trying to will his eyes to open.
Arwen was sitting in an armchair, neatly embroidering a lovely scene on a handkerchief. Elladan had been perched on the arm of said armchair for several hours now, and it was beginning to tell on his rear-end.
Neither spoke, instead were simply comforted by the presence of the other. They shared the same unspoken anxiety; that Elrohir would never awaken again.
Nothing any of them did seemed to help.
Elrond had spent hours each day trying to call his son back, while Arwen had sat beside him singing all the lullabies their mother had sung to them as elflings.
Elladan had done everything from begging and pleading to screaming and cursing at his brother's comatose form, all to no avail.
Elrohir neither spoke, nor stirred.
He gave no sign of life at all, except for the steady sound of his breathing, and the gentle thump of his heart.
Arwen looked up at Elladan, though her lovely face was serene, inside she was fretting as much over Elladan as she was Elrohir.
She knew that if one brother died, the other would not be far behind.
The thought of what that would do to her family made her heart pound in fear. Her father and mother had always doted upon the twins and herself. They were Elrond and Celebrians pride and joy.
To lose any of them would be a hard blow, but to lose both twins at once would devastate them, perhaps beyond repair.
Arwen sighed, her expression unconsciously mirroring Elladan's, and continued with her embroidery, while she silently petitioned Illuvitar and all the Valar to help Elrohir, for it seemed there was nothing anyone else could do for him.
~*~
"Legolas!"
Aragorn's mouth fell open in shock as the grinning elf held the still sobbing hobbit lass against his chest.
"Indeed, mellon nin. I have come to bring you home. See? I even brought horses."
True to his word, there were two fine elvish steeds standing outside the cave.
Legolas helped Aragorn pack up the little camp inside the cave, and comforted the sobbing hobbit in his arms.
As Aragorn finished loading up the horses, and changed into some dry clothes Legolas had thought to pack for him, the elf admired Posies artwork on the cavern walls.
Then they headed back to Imladris with all speed, while Posie filled Legolas in on everything that had gone on the past three days.
"Then 'Gorn killed a BUNNY, Lego'!" She sniffled again, her little button nose twitching.
Legolas smiled, and produced a handkerchief. "Blow."
She did, and Legolas pocket the handkerchief again, then proceded to tell her of Illuvitar, and the Halls of Time, where it was said that all mortal souls went when they died.
By the time he was done speaking, Posie had calmed down, and drifted off to sleep. Even Aragorn found himself comforted by his friends words.
The ranger took a deep breath, and asked the question that had been plaguing him since he had parted ways with his brothers and best friend, "How is Elrohir?"
~*~
Elrond stood in the room beside Elrohir's bed, his face serious.
Arwen and Elladan stood across the bed from their father, their expressions grim.
"Hen nin*, we have a decision to make. Elrohir is weakening by the moment, if we do not do the surgery tonight, he will no longer have the strength to survive. Even now, he could die during the surgery. The odds of it actually helping him are only 50/50, but the odds of him recovering without are even worse. He is your brother, you are both adults, I'm asking you to help me make this decision."
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*My children
*sighs* Ok, no killing the author, did you really think I'd let you know if Elrohir will be alright or not so soon? I hope not, lol! REVIEWS make me write faster!!!
More A/N
Maverickgirl: I don't think you feel half as sorry for Aragorn as he does for himself, lol! Thanks for reviewing, keep reading doll!
Sparx: As I said in chat, they did indeed have surgeries back then, and this surgery is particularly dangerous, more about what Elrond actually wants to do in the next chapter.
Firniswen: Thanks! Might want to yell louder, maybe you can heal Elrohir with your love for him?
Hex: Well, Elrohir seemed as good a target as any, lol! I seem to like picking on the twins though, don't I! Maybe I'll beat up Legolas for awhile... hmmm, interesting thought.....
Pennsuleien: Soooo, do you want Elrohir to live or die? I'm confused...
Diadora: Thanks!! Here's another chappie, sorry I'm so slow!
Sake Girl: Lol! Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming!!
Ok, so I'm thinking that MAYBE Elrohir is like Tinkerbell? Remember in Peter Pan, when Tinkerbell was sick, people would clap and she'd get all better? Well, MAYBE reviews will help Elrohir... Just a thought....
Until next time!
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: ok, sorry if this chappie has, um, issues. Feel free to point out any errors you see, my beta was not feeling well, and there was no one online to fill in. So, forgive me any mistakes *winces*
ok, on with the fic!
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Elrond anxiously paced the hall outside Elrohir's room. His slender fingers were clasped behind his back, his elegant brow furrowed in thought.
It had been three days since Elladan and Legolas had hauled an unconscious and severely injured Elrohir back to Imladris, six days since they left Aragorn.
He should have been back by now.
Elrohir showed no sign of improvement. He stirred once in the last three days, opening his eyes, and staring vaguely at the room for a few moments, before they slid shut again.
Elrond was trying to forget the decision he would have to make tonight, if there was no improvement by then. Elrohir was weakening without food and water. If the surgery was to be done, it would have to be done tonight, or Elrohir would not have the strength to survive.
Elladan barely left his brother's side, and Arwen would not leave Elladan for more than a few minutes at a time.
Elrond found himself thanking Illuvitar profusely that she had come home when she did, for only Arwen could convince an extremely worried Elladan to eat and sleep.
Legolas was out looking for Aragorn. The Elven Prince had left the day before, stating he was too worried about Aragorn to wait any longer, but Elrond knew that Legolas was a warrior born, and could not take sitting around waiting for Elrohir to either recover, or die. So he had conviently decided to go searching for his best friend, instead.
Elrond turned towards the window, looking out at the grey skies. It had been storming since the day Elrohir had arrived, making the Elf Lord feel that much more dismal.
He knew that Aragorn had, more than likely, simply taken shelter from the storm, and was waiting it out. But better to wonder where one son was, than if the other would still be alive in the morning.
"Where are you Aragorn?" He murmured to himself, as he stared anxiously out the window.
~*~
"STOP! Please stop crying, Posie!"
Aragorn was positively beside himself.
The little hobbit had not stopped wailing for the past hour, all because of a stupid rabbit.
"Posie, please, we have to eat something!"
"You...you...you killeded the....bunnieeeeeee" She shrieked the last word as tears streamed down her red cheeks.
Aragorn groaned, and continued to cook the animal, deciding to ignore her wails for the time being.
Furious at being ignored, Posie lay on her back in the cave they had taken shelter in, and screamed at the top of her lungs. It took all Aragorns willpower not to simply toss the hobbit into the nearby river and leave her there.
The first two days in the cave had not been that bad.
Day one, all they had done was sleep, the last couple days of travelling catching up to the mortals in a big way.
The second day, Aragorn had been hard pressed to entertain the energetic hobbit lass. Finally, he'd found a piece of chalk in his pack he had used to mark tunnels that last time he had visited some dwarves.
Posie had happily drawn illustrations to the tales Aragorn told her as he reclined by the fire.
Then they had run out of dried meat and lembas, so Aragorn had been forced to find something for them to eat.
He should have had the sense to skin the rabbit outside in the rain, instead of where Posie could see. Well, there was no help for it now. She would just have to deal with it.
Three days in a cave with a small child, a wounded leg that ached something fierce, even though it was healing well, and a slight sniffle combined to make Aragorn a VERY cranky Ranger.
He turned the rabbit on the spit, and looked over his shoulder as Posie stomped to the mouth of the cave.
Aragorn groaned, and darted forward to grab her before she could run out in the pouring rain and catch a cold.
He was very much surprised when a pair of hands that *definitely* didn't belong to him scooped her up instead.
"Having troubles Aragorn?"
~*~
Elladan sighed, and stared at his brothers pale face, trying to will his eyes to open.
Arwen was sitting in an armchair, neatly embroidering a lovely scene on a handkerchief. Elladan had been perched on the arm of said armchair for several hours now, and it was beginning to tell on his rear-end.
Neither spoke, instead were simply comforted by the presence of the other. They shared the same unspoken anxiety; that Elrohir would never awaken again.
Nothing any of them did seemed to help.
Elrond had spent hours each day trying to call his son back, while Arwen had sat beside him singing all the lullabies their mother had sung to them as elflings.
Elladan had done everything from begging and pleading to screaming and cursing at his brother's comatose form, all to no avail.
Elrohir neither spoke, nor stirred.
He gave no sign of life at all, except for the steady sound of his breathing, and the gentle thump of his heart.
Arwen looked up at Elladan, though her lovely face was serene, inside she was fretting as much over Elladan as she was Elrohir.
She knew that if one brother died, the other would not be far behind.
The thought of what that would do to her family made her heart pound in fear. Her father and mother had always doted upon the twins and herself. They were Elrond and Celebrians pride and joy.
To lose any of them would be a hard blow, but to lose both twins at once would devastate them, perhaps beyond repair.
Arwen sighed, her expression unconsciously mirroring Elladan's, and continued with her embroidery, while she silently petitioned Illuvitar and all the Valar to help Elrohir, for it seemed there was nothing anyone else could do for him.
~*~
"Legolas!"
Aragorn's mouth fell open in shock as the grinning elf held the still sobbing hobbit lass against his chest.
"Indeed, mellon nin. I have come to bring you home. See? I even brought horses."
True to his word, there were two fine elvish steeds standing outside the cave.
Legolas helped Aragorn pack up the little camp inside the cave, and comforted the sobbing hobbit in his arms.
As Aragorn finished loading up the horses, and changed into some dry clothes Legolas had thought to pack for him, the elf admired Posies artwork on the cavern walls.
Then they headed back to Imladris with all speed, while Posie filled Legolas in on everything that had gone on the past three days.
"Then 'Gorn killed a BUNNY, Lego'!" She sniffled again, her little button nose twitching.
Legolas smiled, and produced a handkerchief. "Blow."
She did, and Legolas pocket the handkerchief again, then proceded to tell her of Illuvitar, and the Halls of Time, where it was said that all mortal souls went when they died.
By the time he was done speaking, Posie had calmed down, and drifted off to sleep. Even Aragorn found himself comforted by his friends words.
The ranger took a deep breath, and asked the question that had been plaguing him since he had parted ways with his brothers and best friend, "How is Elrohir?"
~*~
Elrond stood in the room beside Elrohir's bed, his face serious.
Arwen and Elladan stood across the bed from their father, their expressions grim.
"Hen nin*, we have a decision to make. Elrohir is weakening by the moment, if we do not do the surgery tonight, he will no longer have the strength to survive. Even now, he could die during the surgery. The odds of it actually helping him are only 50/50, but the odds of him recovering without are even worse. He is your brother, you are both adults, I'm asking you to help me make this decision."
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*My children
*sighs* Ok, no killing the author, did you really think I'd let you know if Elrohir will be alright or not so soon? I hope not, lol! REVIEWS make me write faster!!!
More A/N
Maverickgirl: I don't think you feel half as sorry for Aragorn as he does for himself, lol! Thanks for reviewing, keep reading doll!
Sparx: As I said in chat, they did indeed have surgeries back then, and this surgery is particularly dangerous, more about what Elrond actually wants to do in the next chapter.
Firniswen: Thanks! Might want to yell louder, maybe you can heal Elrohir with your love for him?
Hex: Well, Elrohir seemed as good a target as any, lol! I seem to like picking on the twins though, don't I! Maybe I'll beat up Legolas for awhile... hmmm, interesting thought.....
Pennsuleien: Soooo, do you want Elrohir to live or die? I'm confused...
Diadora: Thanks!! Here's another chappie, sorry I'm so slow!
Sake Girl: Lol! Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming!!
Ok, so I'm thinking that MAYBE Elrohir is like Tinkerbell? Remember in Peter Pan, when Tinkerbell was sick, people would clap and she'd get all better? Well, MAYBE reviews will help Elrohir... Just a thought....
Until next time!
XOXO
Cor