I actually have several parts already written, so for a while I will be
posting pretty frequently, but once I have posted all of the prewritten
parts they will be slower to come.
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Lord Elrond seemed to fly down the steps. One of the guards had spotted Legolas riding toward Imladris, in a great rush, when the group wasn't due back for another day; he was carrying someone or something with him.
As Elrond stepped into the courtyard Legolas rode in. The Prince of Mirkwood carefully and gracefully swung off the horse's back with a small figure in his arms.
Elrond went over to him and looked over the figure. It was a small she- Elfling, though even that was barely discernable because of her condition.
"What happened?" He gestured for Legolas to follow him; he began to lead the Woodland Prince to the room he planned to put the child in.
"She was mauled by Orcs. We killed them; then found her lying on the ground conscious. We were able to remove the arrows from her right shoulder. It was once I had begun to ride here she lost consciousness." Legolas strode down the hall; easily keeping pace with the Lord of Imladris, as he cradled the girl in his arms.
Elrond pushed a door open and led him in. The Elvin Lord motioned for Legolas to place her on the bed, which he did gently. Elrond then took a clean cloth and pressed it to her neck to slow the bleeding and he began to clean her wounds. "Please fetch my daughter." He did not look up for he was too absorbed in the task at hand, saving the child's life.
Legolas nodded as he all but ran out of the room to find Arwen.
Elrond assessed her injuries more closely. She was in grim condition, there were innumerable scrapes and bruises, there were the two wounds from the arrows and then there was her throat, it had been ripped open. He pressed his lips together. He knew that it would take both his and Arwen's skills for there to be *any* possibility to save the Elfling.
Just then Arwen Undomiel silently breezed in. "How is she, Ada?"
"Her throat is ripped open; if it is not healed quickly she will bleed to death. That is the first thing we must worry about." Elrond's hands never once paused in their administrations. "The next are the two arrow wounds; we must make sure that the arrows were not poisoned."
Arwen nodded as she set to work on the arrow wounds, which had gone right through the child's shoulder, while her father worked on the girl's neck.
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The hours that slipped by as Legolas sat in the common room outside the healing room seemed to take and eternity.
Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir joined him at one point with some food, but none of them ate much.
Finally, some time near daybreak, Lord Elrond and Arwen emerged from the healing room, both completely drained.
"She will live. Servants are attending to her and she is resting right now, which is what we all should do." Lord Elrond managed to look at them all pointedly even through his exhaustion.
Knowing that it would not be wise to disagree with the Elvin Lord, they all followed Lord Elrond's order and began to leave.
Legolas stopped at the doorway and looked back at the door to the bedroom worriedly. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up into the calm, albeit tired, eyes of Lord Elrond. "Do not worry, she is being well cared for."
Legolas nodded; then turned and left.
He began to head to his room when he heard a voice call his name. He glanced in the direction that it came from and saw Aragorn frowning.
~What is it, mellon?~
Aragorn looked around for anyone else around them then lifted his hand. Clutched in his grasp was what appeared to be a beaten up bag.
Legolas frowned in confusion. ~What is that?~
~I went back to where you found the child and found this. I believe that it belongs to the child.~ His frown deepened. ~But the objects inside it are unknown to me and are *very* strange in nature.~
Legolas took the bag and looked inside it. There were several sets of strange looking clothes and many objects that were made of materials that Legolas had never seen in all of his almost 3000 years of life.
~Have you shown this to Lord Elrond?~ He looked up at his friend.
Aragorn shook his head. ~No. I wanted you to see first; I shall show him once he has recovered.~
Legolas spotted a slim book inside with a strange black and white spotted cover. There was a strange language on the cover and written inside. ~What do you think this means?~ He looked up at the Heir of Isildor.
Aragorn shook his head. ~I had hoped that you might have some answers.~
Legolas slipped the book back into the bag and handed it back to Aragorn. ~Those answers lie in the currently dormant mind of a small she-Elfling.~ He handed the bag back to Aragorn. ~We shall have to wait for her to give us the answers.~
Aragorn nodded silently.
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So.Any thoughts?
angelofdragons: You have no idea how shocked and ecstatic I was to receive a review just minutes after I posted the first part! Thank you so much! :)
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Lord Elrond seemed to fly down the steps. One of the guards had spotted Legolas riding toward Imladris, in a great rush, when the group wasn't due back for another day; he was carrying someone or something with him.
As Elrond stepped into the courtyard Legolas rode in. The Prince of Mirkwood carefully and gracefully swung off the horse's back with a small figure in his arms.
Elrond went over to him and looked over the figure. It was a small she- Elfling, though even that was barely discernable because of her condition.
"What happened?" He gestured for Legolas to follow him; he began to lead the Woodland Prince to the room he planned to put the child in.
"She was mauled by Orcs. We killed them; then found her lying on the ground conscious. We were able to remove the arrows from her right shoulder. It was once I had begun to ride here she lost consciousness." Legolas strode down the hall; easily keeping pace with the Lord of Imladris, as he cradled the girl in his arms.
Elrond pushed a door open and led him in. The Elvin Lord motioned for Legolas to place her on the bed, which he did gently. Elrond then took a clean cloth and pressed it to her neck to slow the bleeding and he began to clean her wounds. "Please fetch my daughter." He did not look up for he was too absorbed in the task at hand, saving the child's life.
Legolas nodded as he all but ran out of the room to find Arwen.
Elrond assessed her injuries more closely. She was in grim condition, there were innumerable scrapes and bruises, there were the two wounds from the arrows and then there was her throat, it had been ripped open. He pressed his lips together. He knew that it would take both his and Arwen's skills for there to be *any* possibility to save the Elfling.
Just then Arwen Undomiel silently breezed in. "How is she, Ada?"
"Her throat is ripped open; if it is not healed quickly she will bleed to death. That is the first thing we must worry about." Elrond's hands never once paused in their administrations. "The next are the two arrow wounds; we must make sure that the arrows were not poisoned."
Arwen nodded as she set to work on the arrow wounds, which had gone right through the child's shoulder, while her father worked on the girl's neck.
~*~
The hours that slipped by as Legolas sat in the common room outside the healing room seemed to take and eternity.
Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir joined him at one point with some food, but none of them ate much.
Finally, some time near daybreak, Lord Elrond and Arwen emerged from the healing room, both completely drained.
"She will live. Servants are attending to her and she is resting right now, which is what we all should do." Lord Elrond managed to look at them all pointedly even through his exhaustion.
Knowing that it would not be wise to disagree with the Elvin Lord, they all followed Lord Elrond's order and began to leave.
Legolas stopped at the doorway and looked back at the door to the bedroom worriedly. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up into the calm, albeit tired, eyes of Lord Elrond. "Do not worry, she is being well cared for."
Legolas nodded; then turned and left.
He began to head to his room when he heard a voice call his name. He glanced in the direction that it came from and saw Aragorn frowning.
~What is it, mellon?~
Aragorn looked around for anyone else around them then lifted his hand. Clutched in his grasp was what appeared to be a beaten up bag.
Legolas frowned in confusion. ~What is that?~
~I went back to where you found the child and found this. I believe that it belongs to the child.~ His frown deepened. ~But the objects inside it are unknown to me and are *very* strange in nature.~
Legolas took the bag and looked inside it. There were several sets of strange looking clothes and many objects that were made of materials that Legolas had never seen in all of his almost 3000 years of life.
~Have you shown this to Lord Elrond?~ He looked up at his friend.
Aragorn shook his head. ~No. I wanted you to see first; I shall show him once he has recovered.~
Legolas spotted a slim book inside with a strange black and white spotted cover. There was a strange language on the cover and written inside. ~What do you think this means?~ He looked up at the Heir of Isildor.
Aragorn shook his head. ~I had hoped that you might have some answers.~
Legolas slipped the book back into the bag and handed it back to Aragorn. ~Those answers lie in the currently dormant mind of a small she-Elfling.~ He handed the bag back to Aragorn. ~We shall have to wait for her to give us the answers.~
Aragorn nodded silently.
~*~
So.Any thoughts?
angelofdragons: You have no idea how shocked and ecstatic I was to receive a review just minutes after I posted the first part! Thank you so much! :)