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Chapter 9
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The ride to Rivendell was short. The ten horses were fresh and gave a great speed. An elf rode with Estel in front of him and Arwen alone. Estel's head would roll and bounce on his chest and his hair flew behind him. The horses raced to Imladris, desperate to hear the outcome of Elrohir.
The search party told Arwen that Elrohir might not survive the night. They did not know whether or not he did because they had left not even an hour after Elladan rode in.
Finally, after they peaked a hill they reached the plain. The canyon wasn't a mile away with the mist of the falls rising from it. They were on the home stretch. Arwen was desperate to find out whether or not her brother had survived.
'Noro lim!' she told her ride. The horse pulled ahead of the rest and reached Rivendell first. She rode into the courtyard and ran into the palace.
The entrance hall was silent. The throne room ahead was closed off. She hurried across the hall and into the corridor across. She took several tight turns in her sprint towards her brother's chamber. Through the gallery and up the staircase was the bedroom. She threw open the door.
'Elrohir?' she called rushing into the room. There was nobody there. The bed had recently been used and the sheets not changed. Blood stained the blankets and the floor. She looked all around the room. The balcony was closed and the curtains tied, just the way her brother had left them.
'Arwen?' she turned around to see Elladan standing in the door. His eyes were glittering and his face an expression of worry. Before he could ask questions she voiced her own.
'Where's Elrohir?'
'He's resting in father's room.' she pushed him aside and began to sprint down the hall. 'Wait! We can't go see him yet!' Arwen paused and turned.
'Why not?' she whined. Elladen approached her and took her hands.
'Father is still working on him. He needs a lot of medical attention right now.'
'But he survived the night? Is he going to be okay?'
'We can't be sure yet.' he said. 'Father's doing all he can. Where's Estel?' Arwen nodded towards the direction of the courtyard.
'We were delayed by the storm and we rested near the swamp.' she said.
'What?' Elladen's eyes widened.
'He was drawn in by an illusion made by the Mewlips. They took most of his energy from him.' It was Elladen's turn to push his sibling out of the way and hurry in the other direction.
He arrived in the courtyard the same time as the search party. Estel was riding with the captain of the guard, barely conscious. He helped him down and carried him inside to his room.
'Get me some Lembas and water.' he said to the two servants who followed him to give assistance. 'Also a warm blanket. We need to help him as best we can.'
Elladen and Arwen fed Estel slowly for hours until he could remain awake. He began to chew on his own and tilt his own head up.
'Let him sleep for a little while.' said Elladen. 'Watch him and make sure he keeps breathing.
'Elladen...' Estel moaned. Elladen stared in shock at Estel's face. 'Is... Elrohir...' he coughed several times.
'Go to sleep Estel.' said Arwen calmly. 'You'll need your strength.'
'Very true, Arwen.' All of them looked towards the doorway to see Elrond standing there. He had been recently sweating and his face was slightly stained with blood. 'You have treated him well.'
'Father!' Elladen stood and turned to face him. 'What of Elrohir? How is he?' Elrond held up his hands.
'You do not need to worry, my son! He will survive!' Elladen and Arwen felt relief pelt through the bones. Estel smiled. 'It will be a long recovery but he will pull through. You did well to get him here so quickly.'
Estel fell asleep smiling.
*
Arwen told Estel and the twins that she had followed their trail after the first night they were gone.
'I felt fear stirring inside of me and knew that you might have needed my help.' she explained.
'Why would we have needed your help?' asked Elrohir. Estel and Elladen stared at him.
'You used my medicines, horse and bedroll to rest on for starters.' she stated matter-of-factly. Elrohir rolled his eyes.
'That doesn't count.' he muttered. Elrohir had been fairly easy to anger since he had to use two canes to get around. He was carried on a stretcher for the first week of his recovery and was able to walk sooner the Elrond thought. He was all too graceful though, and it would be a long time before he took part in another race to the throne.
Estel thought it would be a long time until he could ever journey near a marsh again.
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Chapter 9
Home
The ride to Rivendell was short. The ten horses were fresh and gave a great speed. An elf rode with Estel in front of him and Arwen alone. Estel's head would roll and bounce on his chest and his hair flew behind him. The horses raced to Imladris, desperate to hear the outcome of Elrohir.
The search party told Arwen that Elrohir might not survive the night. They did not know whether or not he did because they had left not even an hour after Elladan rode in.
Finally, after they peaked a hill they reached the plain. The canyon wasn't a mile away with the mist of the falls rising from it. They were on the home stretch. Arwen was desperate to find out whether or not her brother had survived.
'Noro lim!' she told her ride. The horse pulled ahead of the rest and reached Rivendell first. She rode into the courtyard and ran into the palace.
The entrance hall was silent. The throne room ahead was closed off. She hurried across the hall and into the corridor across. She took several tight turns in her sprint towards her brother's chamber. Through the gallery and up the staircase was the bedroom. She threw open the door.
'Elrohir?' she called rushing into the room. There was nobody there. The bed had recently been used and the sheets not changed. Blood stained the blankets and the floor. She looked all around the room. The balcony was closed and the curtains tied, just the way her brother had left them.
'Arwen?' she turned around to see Elladan standing in the door. His eyes were glittering and his face an expression of worry. Before he could ask questions she voiced her own.
'Where's Elrohir?'
'He's resting in father's room.' she pushed him aside and began to sprint down the hall. 'Wait! We can't go see him yet!' Arwen paused and turned.
'Why not?' she whined. Elladen approached her and took her hands.
'Father is still working on him. He needs a lot of medical attention right now.'
'But he survived the night? Is he going to be okay?'
'We can't be sure yet.' he said. 'Father's doing all he can. Where's Estel?' Arwen nodded towards the direction of the courtyard.
'We were delayed by the storm and we rested near the swamp.' she said.
'What?' Elladen's eyes widened.
'He was drawn in by an illusion made by the Mewlips. They took most of his energy from him.' It was Elladen's turn to push his sibling out of the way and hurry in the other direction.
He arrived in the courtyard the same time as the search party. Estel was riding with the captain of the guard, barely conscious. He helped him down and carried him inside to his room.
'Get me some Lembas and water.' he said to the two servants who followed him to give assistance. 'Also a warm blanket. We need to help him as best we can.'
Elladen and Arwen fed Estel slowly for hours until he could remain awake. He began to chew on his own and tilt his own head up.
'Let him sleep for a little while.' said Elladen. 'Watch him and make sure he keeps breathing.
'Elladen...' Estel moaned. Elladen stared in shock at Estel's face. 'Is... Elrohir...' he coughed several times.
'Go to sleep Estel.' said Arwen calmly. 'You'll need your strength.'
'Very true, Arwen.' All of them looked towards the doorway to see Elrond standing there. He had been recently sweating and his face was slightly stained with blood. 'You have treated him well.'
'Father!' Elladen stood and turned to face him. 'What of Elrohir? How is he?' Elrond held up his hands.
'You do not need to worry, my son! He will survive!' Elladen and Arwen felt relief pelt through the bones. Estel smiled. 'It will be a long recovery but he will pull through. You did well to get him here so quickly.'
Estel fell asleep smiling.
*
Arwen told Estel and the twins that she had followed their trail after the first night they were gone.
'I felt fear stirring inside of me and knew that you might have needed my help.' she explained.
'Why would we have needed your help?' asked Elrohir. Estel and Elladen stared at him.
'You used my medicines, horse and bedroll to rest on for starters.' she stated matter-of-factly. Elrohir rolled his eyes.
'That doesn't count.' he muttered. Elrohir had been fairly easy to anger since he had to use two canes to get around. He was carried on a stretcher for the first week of his recovery and was able to walk sooner the Elrond thought. He was all too graceful though, and it would be a long time before he took part in another race to the throne.
Estel thought it would be a long time until he could ever journey near a marsh again.
.
.
PS, Thanks a lot Leggylover03 for reviewing so much1 it's great to hear your support!