Firniswin- oh I am so sorry for taking so long, do not kill me please.
Chapter 10
Elrond sat at Estel's side, tears of regret pouring from his now swollen and red eyes. Aragorn had almost died more than two times that night. With help, the lord of Rivendell had been able to lower the boy's fever, and clean his wounds as well as wrap them. He held the child's hand in his own. 'he is so small.' he thought to himself as he brushed away unruly strands of dark hair.
It was hard for the elf lord to believe that one day, this little child, whom he loved so much….would one day be a great king. If he took up the task that was, there was so much fire in his little heart.
Elrond gently squeezed the hand, 'I am here Estel, I am here.'
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Glorfindel made his way up the steps, only moments ago had he made it to the front of the house, a servant had taken his horse and he was now wearily climbing the steps. He grasped the golden door handle and opened the door, he felt as if he would fall over any moment.
'All…….I need…..is a-a chair." he thought as he walked into the main hall, his eyes riveting as he listened for any signs of life.
'Good, the twins are not back yet.' he mused and sat down in a overly upholstered arm chair. He put his head in his tired sweaty hands and breathed in and out a few times.
He rested his injured leg on a table in front of the chair. 'I hope Elrond does not see me like this.' he thought about Elrond lecturing him on how elf lords did not put feet on tables. He laughed inwardly, 'na, he is to busy with-' his mind froze.
"Estel!" he whispered all realization dawning on him. He hurriedly got up from the chair and hobbled to the stairs, he sighed. 'Why couldn't Elrond have took my advice and make his home only one level.' With that he hopped up the stairs, his hand tightening on the rail as he climbed higher and higher.
He made it to the top, panting heavily, he turned and raced down the hall, he stumbled a little, all was going blurry. 'Oh Eru not now.'
He staggered forward, eyes squinted as a painful headache attacked at his mind…. It felt as if dwarves were mining in his head. He put a hand to his left temple and went forward towards Estel's room. 'At least I hope it is Estel's room.'
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Elrond tenderly brushed Estel's hand with caring fingers, his eyes watering again.
"Don't leave me Estel." he whispered. "Please, I can not take anymore pain."
Galanion closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, then entered the room. His gaze traveled to the weeping elven lord. Elrond did not even seem to notice he was there. He quietly walked to the left of the bed and took a seat in a red and gold chair. The elf looked up with sadness in his eyes.
"Milord?"
Elrond did not seem to hear his calls, he kept his eyes on the child's body and his tears began to drip from his perfect chin.
"Lord Elrond, I know you are in distress now and do not wish to speak with anyone, but I need to talk to you it is-"
"Please," he started when he heard the elf lords cracked voice cut through the air. "I wish to speak to no one, it matters not how important it is. I will not be able to make a just decision in such a tormented state."
"But lord, it is on matters of your wife."
Elrond looked up, more pain evident in his eyes. "What?"
Galanion sighed "I well- you see, me and some of King Thranduil's guard came to give you a gift, to show we are sorry for your loss." The golden haired elf sighed again. "But I am afraid I have lost it."
Elrond smiled softly as he held Estel's small hand. "It does not matter Galanion……no trinket could have helped the pain pass any faster. Besides, you saving my boy-" he turned twinkling eyes on Estel. "Is enough to repay for the loss of a gift, more than is even needed."
"Thank you milord. I will always remember your words. They have tore through the guilt." The blonde elf sniggle back in the chair. "Do you mind if I wait for Estel to awake?"
The lord of Imladris smiled wide. "Not at all."
Both elves sat back in their chairs smiling at the young child who they cared for.
Neither saw the dark shadow that was harbored in the trees. To deep green slitted eyes watched the happy scene from the green tree. A warm smile that bared two gleaming white fangs glittered in the moonlight.
"Namarie, Estel, nin mellon." the voice whispered as the black shape lifted from the trees and soared through the cool night winds towards the mountains where it belonged.
END
Firniswin- Ok guys. [pleading tone] Don't kill me…..I think I plan to make a sequel. And it will not take as long….pray it does not. [smiles sheepishly] And for those of you who doubt the medical skills of Lord Elrond. Fear not. Aragorn will appear in the next story, alive and pretty much all better. But that doesn't mean he will stay better. [maniacal laugh] But anyway, Namarie. Please R&R. Now, Noro lim Jessi! Noro lim!
Jessi-[ snorts and neighs]
Firniswin- Oh and about Glorfie, [giggles] poor guy. He is fine, he received medical treatment as soon as Elrond and Galanion found him on the floor outside Estel's bedroom. So he is on the mend. And he definitely should be healed by the next story. Noro lim Jessi. [whoops]