Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers, sorry for not having this out
sooner, I was delayed by a few things. This story is nearly over, though I
do plan on writing another little twin fic, just haven't decided what to do
as of yet.
Firnsarnien -
LOL. . . well I was already writing this chapter before you let your wargs out, *pats one on the head* They are really quite tame, and gentle for wargs. . . you sure they are so trusty? I think you may have spoiled them. Thanks for the review
CrimsonElf-
Well, things aren't what they always seem to be, expect the unexpected, 'hope for the best, prepare for the worst' is what I stick by.
Helen T and Erwen-
I couldn't kill off Elrohir if I even wanted to! He's my little Elfling, He just gets picked on that's all, so you don't have to worry too much
Jay of Lasgalen-
Hmm, well I'm not the worst, that's for sure, and who says you aren't? Letting poor little Ro fall into the enchanted river?
Hehe, well I could put him through a whole lot, to tell the truth, but you will have to see for yourself.
Stardust-
Well you are making it sound worse than it actual is, first Elrohir has gone just over 24 hours without eating or drinking, so he is not truly starving to death, nor dying of thirst, not yet
He has not had any life threatening injuries as of yet, just painful ones, and he has not wandered very much with his injuries, after the wolf attack his fear and adrenaline pushed him on, and after that he started to lag, then the fall from the cliff knocked him out and he slept for the remainder of the night, so he recovered some strength there.
Elrohir probably will have frostbite to his fingers and toes, that is true, and yes he's about five or six in human years. But you would be amazed at the amount of energy young ones like that have, trust me I have a little brother
Erhothwen-
LOL, now that would be an interesting part in the story, but I think you would scare little Ro more if you did that. After all they have no knowledge of a helicopter, nor a parachute. But it could happen
goblz -
Hope you aren't too insane to read this, it took a little longer to get up than I had planned.
Elladan-
I do not have Evil trees, just old ones that cannot support weight in their deteriorating years
No, I wouldn't kill him, I don't kill off Tolkien's Characters. It just doesn't work with me
Glad the dictionary is helping, I like it as well, it's a nice little book
Chapter 7
The icy water was like being socked in the gut, but it hurt worse. Much worse, Elrohir realized as the branch drug him down. It wasn't very deep and he soon touched bottom, the waterlogged wood landing on his stomach, pinning him on the coarse sand. The water stung his eyes and burned his cuts as he slowly struggled, trying desperately to hold his breath.
His vigorous movements caused his leg to pound painfully. Blood colored the water, leaking from the cuts he had received when he fell through the ice. Pushing the branch it barely moved from his stomach, but enough to where he was able to swim free.
Breaking the surface Elrohir gasped inwardly for breath, trying his best to tread water. He gripped the edge of the ice with his tiny frozen fingers, but the thin crystallized water broke quickly under the force. He reached out with another hand, but the ice was so thin it broke through before applying any weight, dropping the Elfling back into the water.
Elrohir began to cry as panic rose inside. He could no longer feel his fingers or his hands, and his entire body ached as the sudden iciness sent him into shock. Elrohir knew he could not stay above water for much longer, the weight of his clothes and his injuries quickly tiring him out.
His head dipped under the surface and he fought his way back up, only to fall back under the water. Everything was becoming burly, time seemed to stretch on forever, and he felt tired, so tired, he realized. He took another breath as he slid back under water, fearing that it would be his last as each movement became harder and harder to perform.
It came at last when he could no longer struggle, and his worn body gave into the darkness of unconscious.
But then there was light, and air. The cold wind stung his skin and he was vaguely aware of someone holding him as he coughed harshly, his abused lungs seeking air. Tears ran down his face as he sobbed between heavy breaths of air, and he trembled from the intense cold. Someone was shouting his name, shaking him lightly.
"Ro? Ro!? Can you hear him? Oh please Ro, speak to me, say something!"
Elrohir looked up through bleary eyes, crying and shivering. "D-D-Dan?"
Elladan pulled his little brother into a hug; not caring of the water that dripped on his tunic as he tried to calm Elrohir. But his actions did anything but as Elrohir began to wail, stuttering at the same time. Nothing he was saying made any sense and his actions were scaring Elladan.
"Ro, Ro, shh, hush now, I'm here, I'm here," he told his twin softly, shrugging out from his coat. Elrohir was thoroughly soaked; his skin was pale as the snow itself.
It has begun to snow again, and Elladan moaned inwardly. He had come out on his own, some time after his father had left, and had quickly picked up his brother's trail. For a while he had been lost, but he had found Elrohir's trail near the lake, and he had arrived just as the branch broke, too late to stop him from falling.
Elladan had run swiftly over the snow, but by the time he had reached the lake, Elrohir had disappeared under the water. Lying on his stomach, he plunged his arms into the freezing water, pulling the limp form of his brother out.
Elrohir was no longer breathing, and for a few long breathless moments, Elladan shook his brother, pleading for an answer. Finally Elrohir began to breathe, followed by forceful coughing as he once again came back to life.
Elladan knew now that he needed to find shelter for his younger brother, and he had no idea on where his father was. If he could find a secure place, then collect firewood and make a fire. . .it had to work, it just had to. Elladan refused to think of what might happen.
He glanced around, searching for something that might work, an over- branching tree for example. . . or a cave, he smiled suddenly when he remembered there was a cave just beyond the lake, over the hill.
"Come on Ro, I'm here, I'll take care of you. I'll help you walk, okay?"
Elrohir nodded as a sob escaped his lips. He was trying his hardest to stop crying as reality slowly came back to him. He held onto his brother tightly as he stood awkwardly, crying out as his leg throbbed in pain. Elladan tightened his hold on him as he stumbled.
"It's okay, I've got you. I'm here," Elladan continued to reassure him as they began to walk slowly.
*~*~*~*
The cave was empty and it held an old musty odor. The darkness held an eerie feeling, but at least it was dry, and warmer than outside. Elladan helped his younger brother sit down, leaning him against the cold stone wall of the cave.
Elrohir shivered uncontrollably, ice was beginning to form in his long strands of raven hair, and small sniffles escaped his lips. Elladan calmed him as he began to examine the injuries his brother had taken. He noted with sudden fear on exactly how pale his hands and feet were, both shoes and socks gone from both feet.
Elladan quickly pulled off his own gloves, easing them carefully onto Elrohir's frozen fingers, performing the same method with his own socks and shoes, willing to give up whatever he had to help his brother. Tears ran down his face, intermixing with the lake water that fell from his head, and he brought a hand hastily up to wipe his tears away.
"Wh-where's Atar and Atara?" he questioned once he able to control his breathing.
Elladan shook his head. "I don't know, everything will be okay though, I promise."
Elrohir nodded, pulling Elladan's dry cloak tighter around his shivering frame. "Dan, I-I'm s-sc-scared," he whimpered silently.
"It's okay," Elladan told him, pushing a few strands of wet hair from his brother's soaked face. He reached up with his sleeve and dried Elrohir's wet flesh the best he could. He let out a sigh as he rocked back on his bare feet, already cold from the stone ground.
"You stay here Ro, I'm going to find some wood and make a fire to keep us warm, okay?"
Elrohir nodded as leaned his head against his knees as Elladan made his way out. We watched his brother's form disappear into the storm, closing his eyes moments later. "Be careful," he whispered.
TBC. . .
Firnsarnien -
LOL. . . well I was already writing this chapter before you let your wargs out, *pats one on the head* They are really quite tame, and gentle for wargs. . . you sure they are so trusty? I think you may have spoiled them. Thanks for the review
CrimsonElf-
Well, things aren't what they always seem to be, expect the unexpected, 'hope for the best, prepare for the worst' is what I stick by.
Helen T and Erwen-
I couldn't kill off Elrohir if I even wanted to! He's my little Elfling, He just gets picked on that's all, so you don't have to worry too much
Jay of Lasgalen-
Hmm, well I'm not the worst, that's for sure, and who says you aren't? Letting poor little Ro fall into the enchanted river?
Hehe, well I could put him through a whole lot, to tell the truth, but you will have to see for yourself.
Stardust-
Well you are making it sound worse than it actual is, first Elrohir has gone just over 24 hours without eating or drinking, so he is not truly starving to death, nor dying of thirst, not yet
He has not had any life threatening injuries as of yet, just painful ones, and he has not wandered very much with his injuries, after the wolf attack his fear and adrenaline pushed him on, and after that he started to lag, then the fall from the cliff knocked him out and he slept for the remainder of the night, so he recovered some strength there.
Elrohir probably will have frostbite to his fingers and toes, that is true, and yes he's about five or six in human years. But you would be amazed at the amount of energy young ones like that have, trust me I have a little brother
Erhothwen-
LOL, now that would be an interesting part in the story, but I think you would scare little Ro more if you did that. After all they have no knowledge of a helicopter, nor a parachute. But it could happen
goblz -
Hope you aren't too insane to read this, it took a little longer to get up than I had planned.
Elladan-
I do not have Evil trees, just old ones that cannot support weight in their deteriorating years
No, I wouldn't kill him, I don't kill off Tolkien's Characters. It just doesn't work with me
Glad the dictionary is helping, I like it as well, it's a nice little book
Chapter 7
The icy water was like being socked in the gut, but it hurt worse. Much worse, Elrohir realized as the branch drug him down. It wasn't very deep and he soon touched bottom, the waterlogged wood landing on his stomach, pinning him on the coarse sand. The water stung his eyes and burned his cuts as he slowly struggled, trying desperately to hold his breath.
His vigorous movements caused his leg to pound painfully. Blood colored the water, leaking from the cuts he had received when he fell through the ice. Pushing the branch it barely moved from his stomach, but enough to where he was able to swim free.
Breaking the surface Elrohir gasped inwardly for breath, trying his best to tread water. He gripped the edge of the ice with his tiny frozen fingers, but the thin crystallized water broke quickly under the force. He reached out with another hand, but the ice was so thin it broke through before applying any weight, dropping the Elfling back into the water.
Elrohir began to cry as panic rose inside. He could no longer feel his fingers or his hands, and his entire body ached as the sudden iciness sent him into shock. Elrohir knew he could not stay above water for much longer, the weight of his clothes and his injuries quickly tiring him out.
His head dipped under the surface and he fought his way back up, only to fall back under the water. Everything was becoming burly, time seemed to stretch on forever, and he felt tired, so tired, he realized. He took another breath as he slid back under water, fearing that it would be his last as each movement became harder and harder to perform.
It came at last when he could no longer struggle, and his worn body gave into the darkness of unconscious.
But then there was light, and air. The cold wind stung his skin and he was vaguely aware of someone holding him as he coughed harshly, his abused lungs seeking air. Tears ran down his face as he sobbed between heavy breaths of air, and he trembled from the intense cold. Someone was shouting his name, shaking him lightly.
"Ro? Ro!? Can you hear him? Oh please Ro, speak to me, say something!"
Elrohir looked up through bleary eyes, crying and shivering. "D-D-Dan?"
Elladan pulled his little brother into a hug; not caring of the water that dripped on his tunic as he tried to calm Elrohir. But his actions did anything but as Elrohir began to wail, stuttering at the same time. Nothing he was saying made any sense and his actions were scaring Elladan.
"Ro, Ro, shh, hush now, I'm here, I'm here," he told his twin softly, shrugging out from his coat. Elrohir was thoroughly soaked; his skin was pale as the snow itself.
It has begun to snow again, and Elladan moaned inwardly. He had come out on his own, some time after his father had left, and had quickly picked up his brother's trail. For a while he had been lost, but he had found Elrohir's trail near the lake, and he had arrived just as the branch broke, too late to stop him from falling.
Elladan had run swiftly over the snow, but by the time he had reached the lake, Elrohir had disappeared under the water. Lying on his stomach, he plunged his arms into the freezing water, pulling the limp form of his brother out.
Elrohir was no longer breathing, and for a few long breathless moments, Elladan shook his brother, pleading for an answer. Finally Elrohir began to breathe, followed by forceful coughing as he once again came back to life.
Elladan knew now that he needed to find shelter for his younger brother, and he had no idea on where his father was. If he could find a secure place, then collect firewood and make a fire. . .it had to work, it just had to. Elladan refused to think of what might happen.
He glanced around, searching for something that might work, an over- branching tree for example. . . or a cave, he smiled suddenly when he remembered there was a cave just beyond the lake, over the hill.
"Come on Ro, I'm here, I'll take care of you. I'll help you walk, okay?"
Elrohir nodded as a sob escaped his lips. He was trying his hardest to stop crying as reality slowly came back to him. He held onto his brother tightly as he stood awkwardly, crying out as his leg throbbed in pain. Elladan tightened his hold on him as he stumbled.
"It's okay, I've got you. I'm here," Elladan continued to reassure him as they began to walk slowly.
*~*~*~*
The cave was empty and it held an old musty odor. The darkness held an eerie feeling, but at least it was dry, and warmer than outside. Elladan helped his younger brother sit down, leaning him against the cold stone wall of the cave.
Elrohir shivered uncontrollably, ice was beginning to form in his long strands of raven hair, and small sniffles escaped his lips. Elladan calmed him as he began to examine the injuries his brother had taken. He noted with sudden fear on exactly how pale his hands and feet were, both shoes and socks gone from both feet.
Elladan quickly pulled off his own gloves, easing them carefully onto Elrohir's frozen fingers, performing the same method with his own socks and shoes, willing to give up whatever he had to help his brother. Tears ran down his face, intermixing with the lake water that fell from his head, and he brought a hand hastily up to wipe his tears away.
"Wh-where's Atar and Atara?" he questioned once he able to control his breathing.
Elladan shook his head. "I don't know, everything will be okay though, I promise."
Elrohir nodded, pulling Elladan's dry cloak tighter around his shivering frame. "Dan, I-I'm s-sc-scared," he whimpered silently.
"It's okay," Elladan told him, pushing a few strands of wet hair from his brother's soaked face. He reached up with his sleeve and dried Elrohir's wet flesh the best he could. He let out a sigh as he rocked back on his bare feet, already cold from the stone ground.
"You stay here Ro, I'm going to find some wood and make a fire to keep us warm, okay?"
Elrohir nodded as leaned his head against his knees as Elladan made his way out. We watched his brother's form disappear into the storm, closing his eyes moments later. "Be careful," he whispered.
TBC. . .
