Firniswin- Ok guys, um for those of you who have seen PotC……you might have noticed the little part with Elrond and Adenen in the last chappie. Well ok I admit it, I am totally into PotC. I love that movie!!!! So don't kill me, I just had to add it. Anyway onto the story.
Aquista- please
Hir nin- My lord
Nin- me
Mellon- Friend
Lerya- Let go
Vennassë- angel
Chapter 8
Life
~~~~~~~~~~
Don't judge a thing till you know what's inside it
~~~~~~
The first thing that registered with Glorfindel was the sharp pain that moved all over his prone body. The next thing came as a total surprise to the blonde elf.
'It is warm in here.' he focused his senses on the things around him. He felt a comfortable covering that warmed him up to his shoulder. A barrage of soft pillows were under his head and shoulders and a few lifted his leg, which felt like it might explode. Heat radiated from a point far away, and what he could only assume it being was a fire.
He heard voices in the background, they were whispering. He tried to focus his hearing on the sounds.
"Elrond, we can not linger here, Gil-Galad is awaiting us." one said, it seemed worried.
"I know Alenae. I know, but we can not travel with his wounds so grievous." Another said, this one was kinder.
"But lord, he has shown no sign of wakening since we found him three days ago. And even if he does wake, he will be weak…..he has not eaten in who knows how long!"
"Patience nin mellon, by the looks of him. He has been through much, he needs rest." Glorfindel could hear footsteps coming closer. "He deserves more than what he has gotten."
"What do you mean?"
"He is the reason my suspicions have been confirmed on the elves that have been disappearing." Elrond sat next to his vigil and carefully began to unwrap the bandage around the patient's lifted leg. Glorfindel had acquired a rather bad gash in the leg there, it had later become infected and the reason why Elrond was watching him so closely. He already come close to death many times the night before and was now on the mend. But whether he was healing or not, Elrond had to keep watch beside him.
"Is he one of them?"
"So it seems, though I am not certain. He has a brand on his right arm that is the same as those found dead in the fields…..but it seems he has escaped." the elven healer took out a bottle of blue liquid. "Alenae, grab me one of those Linens."
The bronze haired elf bowed and walked over to the small bag of medical supplies. He chose the cleanest one and gracefully handed it to Elrond.
"Ai, Hannad." the healer said as he set the bandage aside and dabbed the blue potion on a cloth.
Delicately he began rubbing the liquid into Glorfindel's thigh were the wound was.
Glorfindel's thigh began to burn with a new pain, a burning pain. It felt as if his entire thigh was aflame. His reaction was unexpected and it made the elven healer jump.
Glorfindel let out a cry of pain as the potion streamed through his body and mostly up and down his leg. Then he began to cough and whimper, it hurt more than medicine should and he never wanted to take it again.
He opened his bright blue eyes and turned them towards the dark haired healer, who was now a painting of shock. He began to dab the slash again and whisper apologies.
"I am sorry, I meant no harm." He whispered as he wrapped the now inflamed gash.
He looked back up to see the now pain dulled blue eyes sparkle in the fire light, the patient's facial expression was quizzical and shocked. He looked as if he might faint any given moment. And the worst of it was, he said nothing.
"I truly am sorry." Elrond whispered brokenly as he rose and pulled the warm quilt back over the strange elf's body. Then seeing he would get no response from the other elf turned and began to walk away.
" Unotë." He stopped and turned to see the eyes sparkling with more than he had first seen. The new emotion showed grief.
Elrond smile warmly and walked back to the cot, then set himself down on the chair next to it.
"What are you called?" he asked kindly as he could.
'Why do people have to ask the hard question, why can't they just say something like. "Oh I'm Garthon, enjoy your stay."' Glorfindel mused as he rolled his eyes wearily and gulped back the emotions that welled up inside.
"Nin eneth Glorfindel." he answered brokenly as he thought of the first time he had been asked that. Tuilin had helped him against the cruel men in that horrid fortress. She had translated for him and shown him that life could be good, even in ad situations.
"Glorfindel!" Tuilin smiled at him playfully, they were aloud for once to have lunch outside and Glorfindel had insisted that they sit in a patch of grass near a flower bed.
He was now picking a flower of each color and making it into a small beautiful crown. He smiled and then layed it atop her head. She laughed lightly and looked to the grass.
"Nin vennassë" he whispered back to her and she smiled then laughed at his remark.
Tears sprang to his eyes, her smiling face was all that he had now. He missed her and his heart ached, it hurt worse than all the wounds in the world. Worse than the battle with the balrog.
'No!' he sapped himself mentally. 'I can not cry, not here and not now!'
He choked back the tears and sobs and focused on breathing, it helped some.
"That is a fine name." Elrond said as he looked to Alenae. "Alenae, go tell the troop what I told you. We do not leave until lord Glorfindel is near fully healed, understood?" he lowered his eyebrows and glared at the general.
"Yes lord, crystal." Alenae turned swiftly and plodded out of the tent.
Elrond looked at Glorfindel once more, his eyes lighting with confusion.
"You look quite familiar, have we met?" he asked, something about this elf was ragging on his weary brain.
'Golden hair' he mused. 'Something about that hair, those eyes.' he shrugged it off. 'Oh well we will make sense of it later.'
The blonde elf shook his head as a no to the first question.
"hmm, well no matter." Elrond put away the supplies in his bag and looked back to the makeshift bed.
The elf on it looked entirely too thin for his liking, it looked as if he had not eaten anything in months. And his injuries were not helping with matters.
'I wonder how long it has been since he has had water?' then he chuckled slightly, electing a quizzical look from his emaciated patient. 'I guess he probably had enough of that.'
"Are you hungry?" he asked walking to the fire pit in the middle and stirring something in a large pot.
Glorfindel turned widened eyes on him and looked at him puzzled. "H-hungry?" he copied the elven lord. 'this was the only thing he had not known what it meant. 'What is hungry?'
"You know, food." Elrond was growing concerned. He had gone so long without food, he did not know what it was.
Glorfindel all the sudden realized what it was, all these days he had forgotten about food. His stomach began to growl so loudly he was sure everyone could hear it. He looked hopefully at Elrond and then to the pot.
"You Want some?"
Glorfindel searched his brain for what to say. "Ye, Aquista."
Elrond grinned and took out a small bowl and spoon. He quickly, but elegantly poured the soup into the bowl. He then grabbed a piece of lembas bread and walked over to the cot and placed it on the floor.
"Here, let's sit you up." with strength he did not know he had, Elrond helpedGorfindel scoot up against the pillows, he propped up the stitched leg and then carefully covered it.
He then grabbed the food and set it on the injured elf's lap.
"Better?" He asked with a broad smile on his face.
Glorfindel nodded vigorously, and quickly picked up the bread, then without a second thought stuffed it into his mouth.
He looked over to see Elrond chuckling helplessly. "Whoa." he warned softly grabbed his arm. "Not so fast, you'll hurt yourself."
Glorfindel stared at him for a moment, but then picked up the spoon and slowly dipped it in the soup bringing it carefully up to his mouth. He smiled as he swallowed, the wonderful concoction.
It was so wonderful to finally have some food, he ate slowly from the bowl which seemed to please the elven healer, he would praise Glorfindel and talk to him. It felt nice to have another elf next to him.
He stopped midway in eating the soup, all memories exploding into his head. Bringing pain, not physical, it broke his heart and made him cry out in fright.
"Adenen!" he whispered harshly. All the memories of the child brought a pang of guilt on. Glorfindel sucked in a ragged breath, 'Where is Adenen?'
He felt paralyzed in that position, soup spoon in hand halfway to his mouth, crouched over slightly.
He dropped the spoon and leaned back, his heart hammered painfully in his chest, his wounds began to burn and his head felt as if it might explode. He clutched his chest as sweat poured down his neck and back. It was suddenly very warm in that small tent.
"Glorfindel?" he heard his name but he could not respond. He leaned his head back and began to slide down into the covers, his eyes welling up with tears of terror and heartbreak.
"Oh dear!" he felt someone put a wet cloth on his face, but all his vision was beginning to blur and spin. He whimpered lightly and tried to slow his madly beating heart.
"Milord?" Alenae entered the room in time to see the sight, Glorfindel was breathing harshly and sweat dripping from him. Elrond was slowly easing him down onto the bed and wiping his forehead with cool rags.
"Yes Alenae?" Elrond said more coolly than he felt.
"Um milord, the child Adenen is-" Alenae sounded much too nervous for everything to be alright.
Glorfindel felt as if he was going to pass out.
' No please Eru, let him be alive, please!' he prayed silently as he was layed back down on the bed.
TBC~
Firniswin- K, guys don't kill me, especially Celebrindal. PLEASE!!! Let me live!!!