I'm sorry, my resident uruk-hoppity held me at carrot point and told me to write this story. You might want to back away slowly. :D
Legolas sat watching the fire as Aragorn slept. His left hand felt cold for some reason, so he held it out over the flames to warm it as his gaze unfocused. Suddenly he wondered why he was there. He saw as man nearby and an elvish horse and realized, *He stole this horse. He's probably going to kidnap me as well!* Drawing a dagger, he approached the sleeping stranger silently and drove the blade into his shoulder. The thief let out a scream and then fell silent.
Assuming he was dead, or would be soon, he left the dagger in place after jerking it around roughly but being unable to dislodge it. Then he jumped on the horse, leaving all the saddlebags and tack, and rode away over the mountains.
As he galloped away, he wondered why he was so desperate to get across this range. But it would get him further away from his father, so he set out, intending to avoid meeting anyone, elf or human.
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Aragorn moaned weakly and tried not to retch. He had lost a great deal of blood already and knew that he would be unable to help himself. Before he lost consciousness again, he let out one last cry, "Ada!"
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Elrond screamed suddenly as a flash of pain lanced through his shoulder. Elladan and Glorfindel, who were walking with him away from the stillroom, immediately caught him from either side.
"Ada? Ada, what's wrong? Is it…?"
Elrond groaned. "Aragorn. He is hurt." Then he tensed again, hearing the cry. "I…think he's…dying."
Both listeners gasped. "Where is he?" they asked in unison.
Elrond was silent a moment, testing the weak bond. It had grown stronger momentarily as Aragorn reached out to him and he was able to discover the answer. "At the other side of the mountains. No specifics, I only know that much."
His oldest son immediately rushed away to grab his own ready pack and depart. Glorfindel, though, kept a strong arm around him. "Do you need to lay down?" He asked in a concerned voice.
His look of surprise showed clearly when Elrond nodded. Then the Peredhil reassured him. "Aragorn reached out to me and I felt his pain, but I think that sharing it lessened it, so I am going to do my best from here to strengthen. If I can, I will take it all from him." Then he whispered, "He didn't deserve this. I caught a flash of vision through his eyes. The knife belongs to Legolas."
Glorfindel bit his lip and then half carried his incapacitated lord off to bed.
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Elladan rushed down to the stable in less time than Elrohir had taken. "Can you give him the special stuff?" He asked the stablemaster vaguely.
The elf stared briefly into his eyes and then nodded. He had heard Elrond's scream even from there. Going over to a locked door as Elladan saddled his horse, he got out the magical key of which there was only one copy which was in the posession of Lord Elrond. Within the tiny room, there were many various bottles brewed by Elrond himself. Selecting one, he poured a small amount onto a piece of bread, which he then fed to the horse.
Elladan looked at him pleadingly. "Could you give me a few more pieces of bread to take with me? Please, I must get to Estel. He is…Father thinks he is…" He couldn't say the word, but the other elf obviously understood and prepared several more.
As Elladan mounted, the potion began to take effect as the horse started acting restless. Giving his him head, the elf whispered, "Noro lim, Mel!" Mel took off like a shot, going much faster than normal. He would be able to maintain the speed for many hours with the help of the potion he had just taken, and with the help of the additional portions he would be able to make it all the way to Aragorn and back in two days total.
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Elrohir was met at the edge of Lorien by Haldir and Galadriel. He had met and left his foster brother a day and a half earlier, having made better time than he had expected. It was dawn, and he had not realized he would be greeted before he could even state his mission, but there was his grandmother waiting for him.
Before he could even speak, she said, "I had a vision, plus I was contacted by my son-in-law. Therefore, I have for you this herb and this. You must go back the way you came immediately and without delay." She handed him several pieces of huidagner and motioned for Haldir to give the piece of bread he held to Elrohir's weary horse. She then handed her grandson a packet of Lembas. "You must go now."
Her words were so compelling that he immediately turned his horse away. But as he went, he heard her words in his mind. Your little brother is badly wounded. Your father does not know how much longer he can last.
Elrohir bent over his dancing horse and whispered, "Noro lim, Lon!" His brother had to be alive.
A/N Okay, this seems like a good place to stop. Please don't kill me!