Well here it 'tis! Ch 8! Hey and we made the deadline Rhonda set! Yay!
Go us!
Well hope you guys like!
Title: Hope and Despair
Rating: ummm about PG-13 for violence and angst.
Disclaimer: Do we really have to say this? Ok, these characters do not belong to us, we just borrow them to torture for pleasure, not money and them give them back in (basically) the same condition we got them! *G*
A/N: Well this a first. Rhonda's first fic and my first co-authored fic. Hope everyone enjoys, feedback is always welcome!
Please Note: Much like Cassia and Sio, we feel that when Tolkien said that Aragorn was "raised in the house of Lord Elrond" he meant that Estel grew up in Rivendell with Elrond as his father and the twins as his brothers. Also in this fic (again like Cassia and Sio) we feel that Aragorn's mother died along with Arathorn, and she has no place in this fic.
Songbird: *grins* thanks for reviewing. Yeah I had the same idea, but then I thought, well maybe it's a stress releaser, *shrugs* Glad you are liking it!! Now, where's an update from u???
Ymmas Sirron: More is here! You find out more in this chapter! Hope you like! Thanks for reviewing!
Aemilia Rose: hehe, now you find out what happens to Estel, just don't hurt us! Hope you like anyway!
We broke 30 reviews!!!!!!! *huggles all reviewers* You guys are the BEST!
On with the fic!
Chapter 8
Elrond had never dreaded treating a patient more than he dreaded tending to Estel. He knew that he would have to go into Estel's chest and pull his rib out of his lung, and then patch up the lung itself or Estel would die. This was a very painful surgery to perform, and unfortunately Estel must be kept awake for all of it. If Elrond used herbs to put the young one to sleep he feared that Estel would never wake again, and he had instructed the twins to do their best to keep Estel awake.
Elrohir was currently bathing Estel's head with a cool cloth to try and soothe the fever that raged through Estel's small body. Elladan was speaking softly in elvish to the barely conscious young man.
Estel was conscious but not enough to be totally aware of what was going on around him. He knew that someone was wiping something cool across his head, and someone was speaking to him, though what they were saying was lost on the young human. It was a pretty language though, he noted dully. Then a massive pain ravaged his whole existence and swept all other thoughts away. Someone was poking his chest, very painfully. Estel whimpered in pain at the touch.
"I am sorry ion nin" Elrond whispered to his foster son. "However this has to be done, I will try to be as gentle and swift as possible." he concluded. It was obvious to the elven lord that Estel had no intention of answering him, so he quickly set to work.
Elrond took a knife that Glrofindel had been soaking in boiling water to cleanse it, and made a small incision below the rib that was poking into Estel's lung.
Estel moaned and writhed in pain and tried to escape the treatment that he mistook for more damage.
"Be still Estel, all is well tithen pen." Elladan whispered soothingly, as he gently held his little brother down. Tears of frustration streamed down his face as he witnessed all the pain his little brother was suffering.
Elrohir's face mirrored that of his twin brother's as mithril colored tears of frustration and sorrow for his little brother finally broke free and glistened on his cheeks. Elrohir continued to wipe the sweat from Estes's brow, hoping that the cool touch of the cloth would help soothe Estel a little.
Elrond felt tears of his own building up at the pain that he knew he was inflicting. 'You have to do this though, your son's life depends on your strength to do what you have to now! Some healer you are, fall apart at the tiniest discomfort of you patient.' Elrond thought to himself furiously. 'Great now my own mind is torturing me!' he thought exasperated.
Elrond steeled his resolve, reminded himself again that he was helping Estel in the end, and then gently but firmly inserted his hand into the hole he had made in Estel's chest cavity.
Estel screamed as white hot agony shot up from his chest. All the elves winced from not only the volume of the screams, but from the amount of pain that was echoed in them.
Tears poured down Elrond's face as he quickly jerked the rib out of Estel's lung and then removed his hand to grab another knife that Glorfindel had prepared. This knife was red hot from being placed in the fire.
Estel was wheezing as air escaped from his damaged lung, but he managed to mutter a few words that broke his family's heart. "P p please, no more. Ssstop, just k k kill me" Estel whispered brokenly, pleading for the pain to end, for he could bare it no longer. "Ada, please stop, he can take no more!! Can't you see that!! He is a mere child! Please there must be something we can do for him! Anything!!" Elrohir sobbed painfully. He had finally cracked under the pain of his little brother. "This is cruel Ada! Surely we can give him something for the pain?" Elladan finished his brother's sentence as a small sob escaped his own throat. Both looked sick from the sight of the pain and torment of their little brother, and their part in inflicting some of it, even if deep down they knew it had to be done.
"Do you wish your brother to die?" Elrond asked scathingly. "That is what will happen if I give him something for the pain, he will drift off to sleep and never awaken and all of his suffering will have been in vain!" Elrond glared at his sons for questing him, especially when he was questioning himself.
This tone was one that Elrond rarely used on his sons, or anyone for that matter, it spoke volumes to those around him about his state of mind that he had given in to anger like that.
"N n no Ada, we do not wish him to die, but surely this much pain can not be good for him, nor leave him unchanged." Elrohir whispered almost fearfully. He had never heard their father shout at them as he just did, and it scared him, what was the elven lord going through? No one should have to inflict something like this on someone they considered their son.
"Yes father, please just be as swift as you can, try and spare him all the pain you can, we know you do not wish him harm." Elladan added his own soft apology to his twin's.
Elrond nodded curtly at his twin sons before turning to Glorfindel, who had watched the whole scene unfold before his eyes in silence, and requested the knife be removed from the fire and brought to him.
While he was doing this the twins turned back to their little brother, and tried to quiet him. They both grabbed one of his hands and squeezed tight, trying to reassure him that they were there for him.
Once Elrond had the knife he once again approached his foster son and with one last look of sorrow and regret, plunged it into the wound he himself had made and laid it along Estel's damaged lung, trying to cauterize the wounded lung.
Estel screamed in pure agony at the pain, and tried to squirm away from the source of it. He began wildly thrashing around on his bed and Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel had to come to hold him still. Estel went rigid for a moment or two and then feel completely limp, his eyes glazed dully with pain. Tears poured down all the elves faces and Elrohir sunk to the floor, his legs would no longer support him, the agonized face of his little brother seemed to be burned into his memory, and Elrohir thought he was going to be sick.
Elrohir had seen many disturbing things in his time, including his own mother's nearly ruined body after she had been tortured by orcs, but nothing compared to this. Having to sit here, and be part of his little brother's pain was unbearable. Elrohir had taken a silent vow the day that he and Elladan had found Estel, he swore that Arathorn's son would not share his fate. He would watch out for him. And now, a few scant years later he was a part of the cause of Estel's pain.
Elladan watched his twin sink to the floor and felt like doing so himself. He felt the bile rise in the back of his throat as he took in the picture of his little brother. He could not bear the thought that he had, in some part, been responsible for all Estel's pain. It also made him sick to think that all of this had been inflicted by elves. Thaynes was going to pay for this, and dearly, this Elladan swore. For he too had taken a vow when he and his twin had found Aragorn on that fateful day of Arathorn's death. While Elladan was staring at the dead body of his friend and held is son in his arms he swore to always protect Aragorn, and never let harm come to him. Elladan sank to the floor alongside his twin, he had failed him, Aragorn, Arathorn, everyone.
Elrond watched both of his twin sons sink to the floor beside their brother's bed. He felt like joining them. The pain he had just inflicted, though necessary, still made the elf lord sick to think about. He quickly stitched up the surface wound and then applied some poultice to it to help it heal and numb the pain. Now that he had repaired the lung it was safe to give Estel herbs for the pain and Elrond would finally be allowed to release his son from all his pain. Unbeknownst to him he was mirroring his sons' thoughts as feelings of inadequacy flooded through him. He felt as though he had failed Estel, failed to protect him as he should have. For he to also took a vow when his sons had brought home the news that Arathorn and his wife were both slain and they now carried the only heir of Islidur left, the vowed to always protect Aragorn, and be there for him, when the time came for him to find his destiny. Elrond knew he had failed, and the mere thought of this failure made the mighty elf lord sick. 'Ai, Elbereth forgive me! And give me guidance' Elrond thought despairingly.
They all watched the young human that had managed to worm his way into their family and their hearts closely that night, for he was still treading much to close to the shadow of death for any of their likings, and they all renewed the silent vows they had taken, and promised this time to truly keep him safe, for no one was prepared to lose this small human yet.
TBC......
Ok *runs and hides*
Yes this chapter was gross, and painful, heck it hurt us to write it! But it was needed!! Well, just don't kill us k?
Namaarie,
Rhonda
&
Arwen/Vanaondoiel
Title: Hope and Despair
Rating: ummm about PG-13 for violence and angst.
Disclaimer: Do we really have to say this? Ok, these characters do not belong to us, we just borrow them to torture for pleasure, not money and them give them back in (basically) the same condition we got them! *G*
A/N: Well this a first. Rhonda's first fic and my first co-authored fic. Hope everyone enjoys, feedback is always welcome!
Please Note: Much like Cassia and Sio, we feel that when Tolkien said that Aragorn was "raised in the house of Lord Elrond" he meant that Estel grew up in Rivendell with Elrond as his father and the twins as his brothers. Also in this fic (again like Cassia and Sio) we feel that Aragorn's mother died along with Arathorn, and she has no place in this fic.
Songbird: *grins* thanks for reviewing. Yeah I had the same idea, but then I thought, well maybe it's a stress releaser, *shrugs* Glad you are liking it!! Now, where's an update from u???
Ymmas Sirron: More is here! You find out more in this chapter! Hope you like! Thanks for reviewing!
Aemilia Rose: hehe, now you find out what happens to Estel, just don't hurt us! Hope you like anyway!
We broke 30 reviews!!!!!!! *huggles all reviewers* You guys are the BEST!
On with the fic!
Chapter 8
Elrond had never dreaded treating a patient more than he dreaded tending to Estel. He knew that he would have to go into Estel's chest and pull his rib out of his lung, and then patch up the lung itself or Estel would die. This was a very painful surgery to perform, and unfortunately Estel must be kept awake for all of it. If Elrond used herbs to put the young one to sleep he feared that Estel would never wake again, and he had instructed the twins to do their best to keep Estel awake.
Elrohir was currently bathing Estel's head with a cool cloth to try and soothe the fever that raged through Estel's small body. Elladan was speaking softly in elvish to the barely conscious young man.
Estel was conscious but not enough to be totally aware of what was going on around him. He knew that someone was wiping something cool across his head, and someone was speaking to him, though what they were saying was lost on the young human. It was a pretty language though, he noted dully. Then a massive pain ravaged his whole existence and swept all other thoughts away. Someone was poking his chest, very painfully. Estel whimpered in pain at the touch.
"I am sorry ion nin" Elrond whispered to his foster son. "However this has to be done, I will try to be as gentle and swift as possible." he concluded. It was obvious to the elven lord that Estel had no intention of answering him, so he quickly set to work.
Elrond took a knife that Glrofindel had been soaking in boiling water to cleanse it, and made a small incision below the rib that was poking into Estel's lung.
Estel moaned and writhed in pain and tried to escape the treatment that he mistook for more damage.
"Be still Estel, all is well tithen pen." Elladan whispered soothingly, as he gently held his little brother down. Tears of frustration streamed down his face as he witnessed all the pain his little brother was suffering.
Elrohir's face mirrored that of his twin brother's as mithril colored tears of frustration and sorrow for his little brother finally broke free and glistened on his cheeks. Elrohir continued to wipe the sweat from Estes's brow, hoping that the cool touch of the cloth would help soothe Estel a little.
Elrond felt tears of his own building up at the pain that he knew he was inflicting. 'You have to do this though, your son's life depends on your strength to do what you have to now! Some healer you are, fall apart at the tiniest discomfort of you patient.' Elrond thought to himself furiously. 'Great now my own mind is torturing me!' he thought exasperated.
Elrond steeled his resolve, reminded himself again that he was helping Estel in the end, and then gently but firmly inserted his hand into the hole he had made in Estel's chest cavity.
Estel screamed as white hot agony shot up from his chest. All the elves winced from not only the volume of the screams, but from the amount of pain that was echoed in them.
Tears poured down Elrond's face as he quickly jerked the rib out of Estel's lung and then removed his hand to grab another knife that Glorfindel had prepared. This knife was red hot from being placed in the fire.
Estel was wheezing as air escaped from his damaged lung, but he managed to mutter a few words that broke his family's heart. "P p please, no more. Ssstop, just k k kill me" Estel whispered brokenly, pleading for the pain to end, for he could bare it no longer. "Ada, please stop, he can take no more!! Can't you see that!! He is a mere child! Please there must be something we can do for him! Anything!!" Elrohir sobbed painfully. He had finally cracked under the pain of his little brother. "This is cruel Ada! Surely we can give him something for the pain?" Elladan finished his brother's sentence as a small sob escaped his own throat. Both looked sick from the sight of the pain and torment of their little brother, and their part in inflicting some of it, even if deep down they knew it had to be done.
"Do you wish your brother to die?" Elrond asked scathingly. "That is what will happen if I give him something for the pain, he will drift off to sleep and never awaken and all of his suffering will have been in vain!" Elrond glared at his sons for questing him, especially when he was questioning himself.
This tone was one that Elrond rarely used on his sons, or anyone for that matter, it spoke volumes to those around him about his state of mind that he had given in to anger like that.
"N n no Ada, we do not wish him to die, but surely this much pain can not be good for him, nor leave him unchanged." Elrohir whispered almost fearfully. He had never heard their father shout at them as he just did, and it scared him, what was the elven lord going through? No one should have to inflict something like this on someone they considered their son.
"Yes father, please just be as swift as you can, try and spare him all the pain you can, we know you do not wish him harm." Elladan added his own soft apology to his twin's.
Elrond nodded curtly at his twin sons before turning to Glorfindel, who had watched the whole scene unfold before his eyes in silence, and requested the knife be removed from the fire and brought to him.
While he was doing this the twins turned back to their little brother, and tried to quiet him. They both grabbed one of his hands and squeezed tight, trying to reassure him that they were there for him.
Once Elrond had the knife he once again approached his foster son and with one last look of sorrow and regret, plunged it into the wound he himself had made and laid it along Estel's damaged lung, trying to cauterize the wounded lung.
Estel screamed in pure agony at the pain, and tried to squirm away from the source of it. He began wildly thrashing around on his bed and Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel had to come to hold him still. Estel went rigid for a moment or two and then feel completely limp, his eyes glazed dully with pain. Tears poured down all the elves faces and Elrohir sunk to the floor, his legs would no longer support him, the agonized face of his little brother seemed to be burned into his memory, and Elrohir thought he was going to be sick.
Elrohir had seen many disturbing things in his time, including his own mother's nearly ruined body after she had been tortured by orcs, but nothing compared to this. Having to sit here, and be part of his little brother's pain was unbearable. Elrohir had taken a silent vow the day that he and Elladan had found Estel, he swore that Arathorn's son would not share his fate. He would watch out for him. And now, a few scant years later he was a part of the cause of Estel's pain.
Elladan watched his twin sink to the floor and felt like doing so himself. He felt the bile rise in the back of his throat as he took in the picture of his little brother. He could not bear the thought that he had, in some part, been responsible for all Estel's pain. It also made him sick to think that all of this had been inflicted by elves. Thaynes was going to pay for this, and dearly, this Elladan swore. For he too had taken a vow when he and his twin had found Aragorn on that fateful day of Arathorn's death. While Elladan was staring at the dead body of his friend and held is son in his arms he swore to always protect Aragorn, and never let harm come to him. Elladan sank to the floor alongside his twin, he had failed him, Aragorn, Arathorn, everyone.
Elrond watched both of his twin sons sink to the floor beside their brother's bed. He felt like joining them. The pain he had just inflicted, though necessary, still made the elf lord sick to think about. He quickly stitched up the surface wound and then applied some poultice to it to help it heal and numb the pain. Now that he had repaired the lung it was safe to give Estel herbs for the pain and Elrond would finally be allowed to release his son from all his pain. Unbeknownst to him he was mirroring his sons' thoughts as feelings of inadequacy flooded through him. He felt as though he had failed Estel, failed to protect him as he should have. For he to also took a vow when his sons had brought home the news that Arathorn and his wife were both slain and they now carried the only heir of Islidur left, the vowed to always protect Aragorn, and be there for him, when the time came for him to find his destiny. Elrond knew he had failed, and the mere thought of this failure made the mighty elf lord sick. 'Ai, Elbereth forgive me! And give me guidance' Elrond thought despairingly.
They all watched the young human that had managed to worm his way into their family and their hearts closely that night, for he was still treading much to close to the shadow of death for any of their likings, and they all renewed the silent vows they had taken, and promised this time to truly keep him safe, for no one was prepared to lose this small human yet.
TBC......
Ok *runs and hides*
Yes this chapter was gross, and painful, heck it hurt us to write it! But it was needed!! Well, just don't kill us k?
Namaarie,
Rhonda
&
Arwen/Vanaondoiel
