Brothers forever
Summary: When Estel falls sick and is thought not to make it, Elladan and
Elrohir make a promise that they will always keep.
Chapter one
Estel's sickness
20 year old Estel awoke to find it hard to breath, at first he thought he should go to his father, but he knew that his father's bedroom was all the way down the hall and didn't think he could make it that far.
On the other hand, the twin's rooms were right across the hall.
"Elladan, Elrohir," Estel tried to yell his brothers names but all that came out was a whisper.
Estel got up slowly, his head spun and he would have fallen if he didn't have the bed to lean on.
He slowly made his way to his brother's rooms, he stumbled again by the door and this time he had nothing to hold on to. He fell hitting his head on the cold floor sending a new wave of pain through it.
Estel decided against trying to get up again, instead he crawled. His eyes were blurry and didn't see the post that was in front of him, he hit his head again.
Estel got to Elrohir's door first and twisted the handle and let the door fall open. Elrohir was spiraled in his blankets and his eyes were twitching in there half open state of elf sleep.
Estel walked over to his brother and gently shook him.
"Elrohir? Elrohir wake up," said Estel his voice was so low that he could barely hear himself.
But Elrohir had very good elf hearing and his eyes, moved to an all the way open position.
"Estel, what's wrong, don't you think you are a little old to be running in here for a nightmare." Said Elrohir teasingly. When Estel was little, when he had a nightmare, he was always running into one of his brother's rooms and staying there for the night, but Elrohir turned serious when he got a good look at Estel.
"Estel, are you alright?" asked Elrohir suddenly worried.
"Elrohir... I...I can't...breath," Estel chocked out before collapsing to the floor.
Summary: When Estel falls sick and is thought not to make it, Elladan and
Elrohir make a promise that they will always keep.
Chapter one
Estel's sickness
20 year old Estel awoke to find it hard to breath, at first he thought he should go to his father, but he knew that his father's bedroom was all the way down the hall and didn't think he could make it that far.
On the other hand, the twin's rooms were right across the hall.
"Elladan, Elrohir," Estel tried to yell his brothers names but all that came out was a whisper.
Estel got up slowly, his head spun and he would have fallen if he didn't have the bed to lean on.
He slowly made his way to his brother's rooms, he stumbled again by the door and this time he had nothing to hold on to. He fell hitting his head on the cold floor sending a new wave of pain through it.
Estel decided against trying to get up again, instead he crawled. His eyes were blurry and didn't see the post that was in front of him, he hit his head again.
Estel got to Elrohir's door first and twisted the handle and let the door fall open. Elrohir was spiraled in his blankets and his eyes were twitching in there half open state of elf sleep.
Estel walked over to his brother and gently shook him.
"Elrohir? Elrohir wake up," said Estel his voice was so low that he could barely hear himself.
But Elrohir had very good elf hearing and his eyes, moved to an all the way open position.
"Estel, what's wrong, don't you think you are a little old to be running in here for a nightmare." Said Elrohir teasingly. When Estel was little, when he had a nightmare, he was always running into one of his brother's rooms and staying there for the night, but Elrohir turned serious when he got a good look at Estel.
"Estel, are you alright?" asked Elrohir suddenly worried.
"Elrohir... I...I can't...breath," Estel chocked out before collapsing to the floor.