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Firnsarnien-
I thank you for all your reviews; I really do enjoy them!
ThE iNsAnE oNe-
KILL ELROHIR? NEVER! I just like to toy with him, he's my favorite twin, right after Legolas, Legolas is my first little baby, and Elrohir is my second little baby. So they get picked on a lot.
Stardust-
Your questions will be answered in this chapter, but very good inquires though.
Alena-
Yes, my poor little Elrohir, I love picking on him, he's my favorite. And yes, the choice was a very diffucult one, but Elrond could not see another child die for one reason or another.
Goblz-
Your question will be answered this chapter, and the awful decision was awful, as it states, but you are right, he did make the right choice despite how horribly hard it was.
Jay of Lasgalen-
Well, things can always get worse, but I will just let you read and find out on your own.
Kaeera-
Yes, poor Elrohir, poor Elladan, poor Elrond, poor Celebrian, poor Glorfindel, and while we're at it, poor strange elf and her son. But mostly poor Elrohir, since he is the one going through all the pain. Physically and mentally at least
Chapter 5
Elrond sat in the darkness of the room as the storm continued outside. The young Elven child slept easily now curled under a light blanket. At first the bleeding was difficult to stop, but after the Elven Lord had applied some healing herbs it had lessened, taking care of most of the danger. The child would pull through.
He glanced out the window, watching the thick flakes fall. To think Elrohir was out their somewhere. He cast his head downward, remembering Celebrian's look as he brought the wounded Elf in, hoping it was Elrohir, remembered seeing her face drop in disappointment. He had checked on her moments ago, she was resting easily, worn from worry, and injury.
A slight sound by the door alerted him to another presence within the room. He glanced up startled; it was far too soon for Glorfindel to arrive yet. He let out a sigh as he saw his eldest son standing near the door. He said nothing at first, but opened his arms in invitation. The young Elfling wasted not a moment as he climbed up into his lap.
Elrond rubbed his son's back lightly, letting out a long sigh. Elladan's fingers played lightly with the folds of his father's kimono, his head cast downward. After what seemed an eternity of silence, Elladan finally spoke.
"We won't find him, will we?"
Elrond was silent as he thought about the statement, but after a moment's time, he shook his head.
"No Elladan, we will find him. Your brother is strong, like you."
The young Elf turned his head, sniffing quietly. "I-I said some things-"
The Elf Lord placed two fingers on his son's lips, quieting him. "I know what you said, Glorfindel has already spoken to of the matter."
"You aren't mad at me?"
Elrond shook his head. "There was no reason for you to say what you said, but what is done is done. You should know Elrohir by know my son. Words do not affect him like they do you. Your brother would not have run away because of something someone says, is that not true?"
Elladan nodded, and the Elf Lord continued. "Elrohir merely chased a rabbit into the woods. He will be fine," he told him, running his hand through the child's hair. Elladan's weariness easily showed, and the child soon fell asleep in his father's hold.
For a long while Elrond held the child in his arms, but the opening of the door notified him that Glorfindel had returned. Being careful not to wake Elladan, he eased the Elfling into the chair, covering him with a small blanket sitting on the end of the bed, then made his way to greet the pair.
Aiwëvana met him with worried eyes, unwrapping the garment that rested atop her shoulders. "My son?" she questioned quietly.
"Is well," Elrond told her, nodding toward room. "He is resting. You may see him, but stay quiet, he needs his rest, as does my own son."
Aiwëvana nodded. "Glorfindel told me of your other son, I am sorry that I have halted the search for him. I hope he is well."
Elrond nodded. "You have nothing to be sorry for, my son will be fine. I am too leave as soon as the storm ceases. Go, see your son and take your rest."
The young Elf maiden nodded shortly as she made her way to the room. Once inside, Glorfindel turned towards the Elf Lord and spoke for the first time.
"My friend, let me take leave now, and search for Elrohir. I will take a search party with me, and we shall not rest until he is found."
Elrond shook his head, staring into the eyes of the Elf before him. The worry he found there was indeed the very same that rested heavily in his heart. "No Glorfindel. I will not put anyone's life in danger, even those willing to go. When the storm ceases I will continue the search. I wish for you to stay here," Elrond held his hand up as Glorfindel started to protest, "I wish for someone to watch over Elladan and Celebrian, and our guests. I will be fine by myself."
Glorfindel cast his eyes downward. Elrond was right, he knew, but he felt so helpless. Lost somewhere in the tempest outside was a young Elf, who as of now was more in likely freezing in the bitter harsh bite of winter. And nothing could be done until after the snowstorm let up.
Glorfindel looked up to reply, but to his surprise the Elven Lord was no longer there. He turned round to find his friend talking quietly to Celebrian as he cleansed her wound. Her eyes were soft as she listened to him report that Elrohir still was not found. With a sigh Glorfindel went to see to the Eldest twin, praying silently that the storm would soon relinquish its furry.
*~*~*~*~*
The flesh on Elrohir's ankle was red and swollen, rugged and sore to the touch, much like the welt on his face. His back was tender, but it hurt not nearly as much as his ankle did. The bleeding had stopped some time ago, but the pain continued on, throbbing in erratic rhythms.
Elrohir now sat at the base of a tree; somewhat sheltered from the wind, though not completely for a fistful of slush would strike him in the face, burning the cut that ran the length of his cheek. He rested his head on his knees, closing his eyes as he shivered quietly. Never before had he felt cold this way, but then he had never been in such cold before.
His thoughts drifted homeward as he relaxed into a restful state, reaching both good and bad memories. He wondered if his family was searching for him, or if they even missed him. The harsh spoken words by his brother reentered his mind. 'They like me best.'
He let a sigh out, banishing that thought. "It doesn't matter, they love us both the same. Don't they?" he asked himself in a quiet voice. "Oh Atar, where are you?"
He buried his head in his lap, crying silently. For a long while he didn't move, lost not only to his family, but himself as well. But as time for on, Elrohir forced himself to stand, limping through the blizzard as he continued to find his way home.
Little did he know where his movements were taking him, for mere feet ahead of his chosen trail lay the contours of a ravine, unseen by his young Elven eyes as he stumbled toward its deathly clutches.
TBC. . .
Firnsarnien-
I thank you for all your reviews; I really do enjoy them!
ThE iNsAnE oNe-
KILL ELROHIR? NEVER! I just like to toy with him, he's my favorite twin, right after Legolas, Legolas is my first little baby, and Elrohir is my second little baby. So they get picked on a lot.
Stardust-
Your questions will be answered in this chapter, but very good inquires though.
Alena-
Yes, my poor little Elrohir, I love picking on him, he's my favorite. And yes, the choice was a very diffucult one, but Elrond could not see another child die for one reason or another.
Goblz-
Your question will be answered this chapter, and the awful decision was awful, as it states, but you are right, he did make the right choice despite how horribly hard it was.
Jay of Lasgalen-
Well, things can always get worse, but I will just let you read and find out on your own.
Kaeera-
Yes, poor Elrohir, poor Elladan, poor Elrond, poor Celebrian, poor Glorfindel, and while we're at it, poor strange elf and her son. But mostly poor Elrohir, since he is the one going through all the pain. Physically and mentally at least
Chapter 5
Elrond sat in the darkness of the room as the storm continued outside. The young Elven child slept easily now curled under a light blanket. At first the bleeding was difficult to stop, but after the Elven Lord had applied some healing herbs it had lessened, taking care of most of the danger. The child would pull through.
He glanced out the window, watching the thick flakes fall. To think Elrohir was out their somewhere. He cast his head downward, remembering Celebrian's look as he brought the wounded Elf in, hoping it was Elrohir, remembered seeing her face drop in disappointment. He had checked on her moments ago, she was resting easily, worn from worry, and injury.
A slight sound by the door alerted him to another presence within the room. He glanced up startled; it was far too soon for Glorfindel to arrive yet. He let out a sigh as he saw his eldest son standing near the door. He said nothing at first, but opened his arms in invitation. The young Elfling wasted not a moment as he climbed up into his lap.
Elrond rubbed his son's back lightly, letting out a long sigh. Elladan's fingers played lightly with the folds of his father's kimono, his head cast downward. After what seemed an eternity of silence, Elladan finally spoke.
"We won't find him, will we?"
Elrond was silent as he thought about the statement, but after a moment's time, he shook his head.
"No Elladan, we will find him. Your brother is strong, like you."
The young Elf turned his head, sniffing quietly. "I-I said some things-"
The Elf Lord placed two fingers on his son's lips, quieting him. "I know what you said, Glorfindel has already spoken to of the matter."
"You aren't mad at me?"
Elrond shook his head. "There was no reason for you to say what you said, but what is done is done. You should know Elrohir by know my son. Words do not affect him like they do you. Your brother would not have run away because of something someone says, is that not true?"
Elladan nodded, and the Elf Lord continued. "Elrohir merely chased a rabbit into the woods. He will be fine," he told him, running his hand through the child's hair. Elladan's weariness easily showed, and the child soon fell asleep in his father's hold.
For a long while Elrond held the child in his arms, but the opening of the door notified him that Glorfindel had returned. Being careful not to wake Elladan, he eased the Elfling into the chair, covering him with a small blanket sitting on the end of the bed, then made his way to greet the pair.
Aiwëvana met him with worried eyes, unwrapping the garment that rested atop her shoulders. "My son?" she questioned quietly.
"Is well," Elrond told her, nodding toward room. "He is resting. You may see him, but stay quiet, he needs his rest, as does my own son."
Aiwëvana nodded. "Glorfindel told me of your other son, I am sorry that I have halted the search for him. I hope he is well."
Elrond nodded. "You have nothing to be sorry for, my son will be fine. I am too leave as soon as the storm ceases. Go, see your son and take your rest."
The young Elf maiden nodded shortly as she made her way to the room. Once inside, Glorfindel turned towards the Elf Lord and spoke for the first time.
"My friend, let me take leave now, and search for Elrohir. I will take a search party with me, and we shall not rest until he is found."
Elrond shook his head, staring into the eyes of the Elf before him. The worry he found there was indeed the very same that rested heavily in his heart. "No Glorfindel. I will not put anyone's life in danger, even those willing to go. When the storm ceases I will continue the search. I wish for you to stay here," Elrond held his hand up as Glorfindel started to protest, "I wish for someone to watch over Elladan and Celebrian, and our guests. I will be fine by myself."
Glorfindel cast his eyes downward. Elrond was right, he knew, but he felt so helpless. Lost somewhere in the tempest outside was a young Elf, who as of now was more in likely freezing in the bitter harsh bite of winter. And nothing could be done until after the snowstorm let up.
Glorfindel looked up to reply, but to his surprise the Elven Lord was no longer there. He turned round to find his friend talking quietly to Celebrian as he cleansed her wound. Her eyes were soft as she listened to him report that Elrohir still was not found. With a sigh Glorfindel went to see to the Eldest twin, praying silently that the storm would soon relinquish its furry.
*~*~*~*~*
The flesh on Elrohir's ankle was red and swollen, rugged and sore to the touch, much like the welt on his face. His back was tender, but it hurt not nearly as much as his ankle did. The bleeding had stopped some time ago, but the pain continued on, throbbing in erratic rhythms.
Elrohir now sat at the base of a tree; somewhat sheltered from the wind, though not completely for a fistful of slush would strike him in the face, burning the cut that ran the length of his cheek. He rested his head on his knees, closing his eyes as he shivered quietly. Never before had he felt cold this way, but then he had never been in such cold before.
His thoughts drifted homeward as he relaxed into a restful state, reaching both good and bad memories. He wondered if his family was searching for him, or if they even missed him. The harsh spoken words by his brother reentered his mind. 'They like me best.'
He let a sigh out, banishing that thought. "It doesn't matter, they love us both the same. Don't they?" he asked himself in a quiet voice. "Oh Atar, where are you?"
He buried his head in his lap, crying silently. For a long while he didn't move, lost not only to his family, but himself as well. But as time for on, Elrohir forced himself to stand, limping through the blizzard as he continued to find his way home.
Little did he know where his movements were taking him, for mere feet ahead of his chosen trail lay the contours of a ravine, unseen by his young Elven eyes as he stumbled toward its deathly clutches.
TBC. . .
