Lost
disclaimer: I don't own any of this...blah blah blah...I'm not making any money.
A/N: Well, today has NOT been a good day for me, gang. I work painting houses during the day, and today I tripped over a drop cloth and wound up bruising my patella. In laymans terms, I hurt my knee. While it's not terribly serious, it's quite painful, and you know what they say, misery loves company. *evil grin* This chappie is for TC, who's having a not so good day, and Cathy, who's been hassling me about this issue for weeks now, lol! Special thank to Trin, my trusty beta, you rock!
ok, enough chatter, on with the fic!
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Aragorn ignored the pain that flared in his thigh as he urged the horse onward.
He had set this pace as soon as Legolas had told him of Elrohir's condition, and the ranger was determined to reach his brother before...Well, he wouldn't think before *what*, he would just concentrate on traveling.
Behind him, Legolas was easily balanced on his steed, cradling Posie in the crook of one arm, gripping the horses mane with the other.
They reached Bruinen's Ford by noon, Aragorn sighed in relief to be back in the boundaries of Rivendell.
They flew onward, the only sound was the steady pounding of the horses hooves.
'Soon,' Aragorn thought, 'Soon we'll be home.'
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"Ada, before we decide, I think Elladan and I need to know more about this 'surgery' you wish to do." Arwen studied her father earnestly, her silvery eyes glittering with unshed tears.
Elrond nodded, and sat in an armchair beside Elrohir's bed, his elbows resting on his knees.
Elladan and Arwen follow suit, Arwen sitting in the other armchair, Elladan perched on the arm.
The Elf Lord took a deep breath, and prepared to explain the rather complicated process. "The surgery is called trepanning. I don't think it's ever been done to an elf before, at least, not in an effort to help the elf. It's been used mostly among humans and dwarves, and it requires a skilled healer, and a steady hand. What I would do is cut an incision in Elrohir's scalp, and *very carefully* remove a small section of his skull. This will, hopefully, alleviate the pressure that the fracture is causing on his brain, and help him to recover."
Elrond paused, and took in his children's horrified expressions, then continued before they could interupt.
"Once the bone is removed, I'll stitch up the incision, and place a metal plate over it, to keep any injury from the exposed section of his brain. In time, the skull will grow closed, and there will be no lasting effects." He didn't speak the thought on all of their minds, '*if* he survives.'
Elladan exchanged a look with his sister. Then they both looked down at the still, pale form of their brother. "Ada, I think we all know what Elrohir would say. If it gives him a chance, do it."
Elrond nodded. "Allow me to prepare then, you two will wait outside. I will call for you if I need you."
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Aragorn's breath came fast and hard as he rode through the gates at top speed. The horse stopped abruptly, sweat glistening on his flanks, sides heaving.
Paying the exhausted horse, and his recent injury no heed, Aragorn ran up the stairs of the Last Homely House, and practically knocked the door down as he flew inside. He tore up the stairs to Elrohir's room, screeching to a halt when he saw Elladan sitting outside, head cradled in his hands.
Aragorn knelt before his brother, pulling the older twins hands away from his face. "Elladan? Elladan? What's wrong?!"
"I may have killed him, Aragorn." The elf's voice was wavering, his grey eyes swimming with unshed tears. "I made the wrong decision. I may have killed him."
Aragorn didn't wait to hear anything else. Without bothering to knock, he burst into Elrohir's room, causing Elrond's head to jerk up, startled.
~*~
Legolas followed after Aragorn at a slower pace, arriving in the courtyard a few moments after he burst into the house. He handed the horse off to an attendant with an affectionate pat to the animals neck, shifted Posie in his arms and headed inside.
He found Elladan much as Aragorn had, still fretting over the decision he had made.
"Elladan?" Legolas set Posie in a handy chair, where she curled up in a little ball and continued to sleep. "Elladan, where is Arwen?"
The dark haired elf gestured vaguely down the hall. "She left. She didn't like my choice."
"Choice? What choice mellon nin? And where did Arwen go?"
"Ada wanted to do a horrible surgery to him, Legolas! I agreed at first, but then, I...I just couldn't let him! Arwen felt it was Elrohir's only chance, but I thought he might wake up soon. He opened his eyes yesterday, you know. Anyways, she left. Went back to Lorien. Said she didn't wish to watch her brother waste away."
Legolas sighed, and wrapped his arms around Elladan, pulling his longtime friend close. "Don't worry mellon nin, Elrohir will be alright, I know it!"
Elladan nodded mutely, and buried his face in Legolas' shoulder, grateful for the comfort the Prince offered.
~*~
Elrond sighed in relief when he recognised his youngest bursting through the door. Elrohir lay on the bed as he had these past four days, dark lashes resting against his pale cheeks, his slender form still as death.
Elrond had been trying a variety of methods to ease the swelling on his head, and was currently holding a towel full of ice he'd gotten from the banks of the still thawing river to the Twin's forehead. If he were to move it, a dark purple bruise would now be visible, as well as a large lump.
The stab wound to Elrohir's abdomen was healing nicely though, as was his arm and leg. Elrond had been thanking the Valar for small favors at that, and was beginning to think that maybe the head wound wasn't such a bad thing after all. It would have been impossible to keep the Elrohir in bed long enough for the leg to set properly if he weren't unconscious, and this saved Elrond sleeping potion.
"Ada, what 'choice' does Elladan speak of?" Aragorn's eyes were red- rimmed, and he was sniffling, though he tried to hide it. Elrond wondered if it was because the ranger had been crying, or because he was getting sick. Well, no matter now. Aragorn was home, and safe. That was the important thing.
"Sit down, my son. I will tell you everything, if you will tell me where you have been these past few days."
Aragorn nodded in agreement, and prepared to sit in an armchair, when Elrond stopped him with a look. "AFTER you have changed your clothes, that is. You're soaking wet and covered in mud. Go on, this will keep a few moments longer."
Aragorn sighed, and headed to his room, smiling briefly at Legolas and Elladan as he passed them. Elladan was still clinging to the Prince, and appeared to be falling asleep. Aragorn's suspicions were confirmed when Legolas hefted the Noldor elf in his arms, and carried him to his bedchamber.
'I wonder how long it's been since he slept,' Aragorn thought vaguely as he shut his own door, and began to dig out some more clothes.
No one noticed when Posie slipped out of the chair she'd been napping in, and crept through the open door of Elrohir's room.
No one, that is, except Elrond. "Hello little one." He reached out his hands for her, and she crawled up in his lap happily.
"What's wrong with El'?" She asked, rather plaintively.
Elrond suppressed a smile, Legolas had told him of this little hobbit, and he had not lied when he said she was rather endearing.
"You must be Posie." She nodded mutely, never taking her wide green eyes off the unconscious elf. "Well, Posie, he bumped his head, and it's made him very sleepy. We're hoping he wakes up soon."
She smiled up at the elf lord, and he was reminded of a cherub as the afternoon sun glanced off her freckled nose, and the highlights in her golden hair. "I know how to wake him up." She said, still smiling beatifically. "EL' WAKE UP!!!!"
Elrond's eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock as he reflexively tossed the hobbit onto Elrohir's bed, and covered his ears. 'Valar, not a cherub after all. Perhaps an imp, instead. Who knew such a small creature could make so much noise!'
Apparently Elrohir thought the same thing, for as Posie crawled up his chest, to place on tiny hand on each of his cheeks, smoky eyes flickered open, and focused vaguely on the little hobbit.
"Well, hello there Posie." He said in a weak, raspy voice.
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It's been SO MUCH fun to torture you guys with this! But, I guess it had to end sooner or later. Don't worry, there's still plenty of fic to go! Reviews make me write faster, so does pity for my wounded knee LOL! J/k *g* REVIEW PEOPLE REVIEW!!!!!
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More A/N:
Maverickgirl: is this soon enough for you? I hope so, I don't think I could have updated any faster than this, lol!
Pennsuleien: thanks for clearing that up for me. As for Eldarion, don't worry, I'm sure Arwen will be a good mother... I think...uh oh, the plot bunnies are after me AGAIN!!!! *runs away*
Trin: Who said I was killing him?! Honestly, you people need to learn to trust me more!! I would NEVER kill the twins... really! Well, ok, I wouldn't LEAVE them dead, how about that?
Wilwarin: which thing? Draw on the walls? Or throw screaming fits over dead rabbits? Just curious....
Hex: I agree! Let's beat on Legolas awhile!! He's the only one I haven't physically beaten up yet...hmmmmm any suggestions for Legolas torture anyone?
Well, that's it for today folks, catch you later!!
XOXO
Cor
disclaimer: I don't own any of this...blah blah blah...I'm not making any money.
A/N: Well, today has NOT been a good day for me, gang. I work painting houses during the day, and today I tripped over a drop cloth and wound up bruising my patella. In laymans terms, I hurt my knee. While it's not terribly serious, it's quite painful, and you know what they say, misery loves company. *evil grin* This chappie is for TC, who's having a not so good day, and Cathy, who's been hassling me about this issue for weeks now, lol! Special thank to Trin, my trusty beta, you rock!
ok, enough chatter, on with the fic!
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Aragorn ignored the pain that flared in his thigh as he urged the horse onward.
He had set this pace as soon as Legolas had told him of Elrohir's condition, and the ranger was determined to reach his brother before...Well, he wouldn't think before *what*, he would just concentrate on traveling.
Behind him, Legolas was easily balanced on his steed, cradling Posie in the crook of one arm, gripping the horses mane with the other.
They reached Bruinen's Ford by noon, Aragorn sighed in relief to be back in the boundaries of Rivendell.
They flew onward, the only sound was the steady pounding of the horses hooves.
'Soon,' Aragorn thought, 'Soon we'll be home.'
~*~
"Ada, before we decide, I think Elladan and I need to know more about this 'surgery' you wish to do." Arwen studied her father earnestly, her silvery eyes glittering with unshed tears.
Elrond nodded, and sat in an armchair beside Elrohir's bed, his elbows resting on his knees.
Elladan and Arwen follow suit, Arwen sitting in the other armchair, Elladan perched on the arm.
The Elf Lord took a deep breath, and prepared to explain the rather complicated process. "The surgery is called trepanning. I don't think it's ever been done to an elf before, at least, not in an effort to help the elf. It's been used mostly among humans and dwarves, and it requires a skilled healer, and a steady hand. What I would do is cut an incision in Elrohir's scalp, and *very carefully* remove a small section of his skull. This will, hopefully, alleviate the pressure that the fracture is causing on his brain, and help him to recover."
Elrond paused, and took in his children's horrified expressions, then continued before they could interupt.
"Once the bone is removed, I'll stitch up the incision, and place a metal plate over it, to keep any injury from the exposed section of his brain. In time, the skull will grow closed, and there will be no lasting effects." He didn't speak the thought on all of their minds, '*if* he survives.'
Elladan exchanged a look with his sister. Then they both looked down at the still, pale form of their brother. "Ada, I think we all know what Elrohir would say. If it gives him a chance, do it."
Elrond nodded. "Allow me to prepare then, you two will wait outside. I will call for you if I need you."
~*~
Aragorn's breath came fast and hard as he rode through the gates at top speed. The horse stopped abruptly, sweat glistening on his flanks, sides heaving.
Paying the exhausted horse, and his recent injury no heed, Aragorn ran up the stairs of the Last Homely House, and practically knocked the door down as he flew inside. He tore up the stairs to Elrohir's room, screeching to a halt when he saw Elladan sitting outside, head cradled in his hands.
Aragorn knelt before his brother, pulling the older twins hands away from his face. "Elladan? Elladan? What's wrong?!"
"I may have killed him, Aragorn." The elf's voice was wavering, his grey eyes swimming with unshed tears. "I made the wrong decision. I may have killed him."
Aragorn didn't wait to hear anything else. Without bothering to knock, he burst into Elrohir's room, causing Elrond's head to jerk up, startled.
~*~
Legolas followed after Aragorn at a slower pace, arriving in the courtyard a few moments after he burst into the house. He handed the horse off to an attendant with an affectionate pat to the animals neck, shifted Posie in his arms and headed inside.
He found Elladan much as Aragorn had, still fretting over the decision he had made.
"Elladan?" Legolas set Posie in a handy chair, where she curled up in a little ball and continued to sleep. "Elladan, where is Arwen?"
The dark haired elf gestured vaguely down the hall. "She left. She didn't like my choice."
"Choice? What choice mellon nin? And where did Arwen go?"
"Ada wanted to do a horrible surgery to him, Legolas! I agreed at first, but then, I...I just couldn't let him! Arwen felt it was Elrohir's only chance, but I thought he might wake up soon. He opened his eyes yesterday, you know. Anyways, she left. Went back to Lorien. Said she didn't wish to watch her brother waste away."
Legolas sighed, and wrapped his arms around Elladan, pulling his longtime friend close. "Don't worry mellon nin, Elrohir will be alright, I know it!"
Elladan nodded mutely, and buried his face in Legolas' shoulder, grateful for the comfort the Prince offered.
~*~
Elrond sighed in relief when he recognised his youngest bursting through the door. Elrohir lay on the bed as he had these past four days, dark lashes resting against his pale cheeks, his slender form still as death.
Elrond had been trying a variety of methods to ease the swelling on his head, and was currently holding a towel full of ice he'd gotten from the banks of the still thawing river to the Twin's forehead. If he were to move it, a dark purple bruise would now be visible, as well as a large lump.
The stab wound to Elrohir's abdomen was healing nicely though, as was his arm and leg. Elrond had been thanking the Valar for small favors at that, and was beginning to think that maybe the head wound wasn't such a bad thing after all. It would have been impossible to keep the Elrohir in bed long enough for the leg to set properly if he weren't unconscious, and this saved Elrond sleeping potion.
"Ada, what 'choice' does Elladan speak of?" Aragorn's eyes were red- rimmed, and he was sniffling, though he tried to hide it. Elrond wondered if it was because the ranger had been crying, or because he was getting sick. Well, no matter now. Aragorn was home, and safe. That was the important thing.
"Sit down, my son. I will tell you everything, if you will tell me where you have been these past few days."
Aragorn nodded in agreement, and prepared to sit in an armchair, when Elrond stopped him with a look. "AFTER you have changed your clothes, that is. You're soaking wet and covered in mud. Go on, this will keep a few moments longer."
Aragorn sighed, and headed to his room, smiling briefly at Legolas and Elladan as he passed them. Elladan was still clinging to the Prince, and appeared to be falling asleep. Aragorn's suspicions were confirmed when Legolas hefted the Noldor elf in his arms, and carried him to his bedchamber.
'I wonder how long it's been since he slept,' Aragorn thought vaguely as he shut his own door, and began to dig out some more clothes.
No one noticed when Posie slipped out of the chair she'd been napping in, and crept through the open door of Elrohir's room.
No one, that is, except Elrond. "Hello little one." He reached out his hands for her, and she crawled up in his lap happily.
"What's wrong with El'?" She asked, rather plaintively.
Elrond suppressed a smile, Legolas had told him of this little hobbit, and he had not lied when he said she was rather endearing.
"You must be Posie." She nodded mutely, never taking her wide green eyes off the unconscious elf. "Well, Posie, he bumped his head, and it's made him very sleepy. We're hoping he wakes up soon."
She smiled up at the elf lord, and he was reminded of a cherub as the afternoon sun glanced off her freckled nose, and the highlights in her golden hair. "I know how to wake him up." She said, still smiling beatifically. "EL' WAKE UP!!!!"
Elrond's eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock as he reflexively tossed the hobbit onto Elrohir's bed, and covered his ears. 'Valar, not a cherub after all. Perhaps an imp, instead. Who knew such a small creature could make so much noise!'
Apparently Elrohir thought the same thing, for as Posie crawled up his chest, to place on tiny hand on each of his cheeks, smoky eyes flickered open, and focused vaguely on the little hobbit.
"Well, hello there Posie." He said in a weak, raspy voice.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
It's been SO MUCH fun to torture you guys with this! But, I guess it had to end sooner or later. Don't worry, there's still plenty of fic to go! Reviews make me write faster, so does pity for my wounded knee LOL! J/k *g* REVIEW PEOPLE REVIEW!!!!!
~*~
More A/N:
Maverickgirl: is this soon enough for you? I hope so, I don't think I could have updated any faster than this, lol!
Pennsuleien: thanks for clearing that up for me. As for Eldarion, don't worry, I'm sure Arwen will be a good mother... I think...uh oh, the plot bunnies are after me AGAIN!!!! *runs away*
Trin: Who said I was killing him?! Honestly, you people need to learn to trust me more!! I would NEVER kill the twins... really! Well, ok, I wouldn't LEAVE them dead, how about that?
Wilwarin: which thing? Draw on the walls? Or throw screaming fits over dead rabbits? Just curious....
Hex: I agree! Let's beat on Legolas awhile!! He's the only one I haven't physically beaten up yet...hmmmmm any suggestions for Legolas torture anyone?
Well, that's it for today folks, catch you later!!
XOXO
Cor