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Chapter six: A new home.
Elrohir lay in the grass for a full second not knowing where he has, or why he was laying in the grass. However the horrible reality of the situation came crashing down on him. The line of kings had been broken. He heard breathing besides him; Elrohir didn't t need to look to know that it was his twin, however that wasn't the noise that had woken him up. Listening very carefully he heard short shallow rapid breaths in front of him. Focusing his eyes out of the glazed sleep he had been resting in he thought he would see a small animal. To his surprise he saw instead a young child, not more than two years old staring back at him, holding a small wooden box tightly in his arms. His raven hair and fair skin sent a wave of familiarity to Elrohir that lightened his bleak heart. The prince had escaped the mass slaughter. Elrohir had no idea how; this tiny child had evaded capture. However he was infinitely glad he had. The child s startling gray eyes held a panicked look like a rabbit ready to flee. The child turned to run, but his foot caught on a tree root protruding from the ground. He fell to the ground hard, landing on a sharp rock.
Elladan was startled awake by the noise and he and Elrohir rant to the fallen child's side. Elrohir scooped up the child. He was so surprised with how light he was. His tiny frame was fearfully resting in the tall elf's arms. Elrohir looked down at the boy. The sorrow he saw in those impossibly young eyes awoke something in his heart. The emotions evoked by such a simple glance were staggering.
Elladan saw his brother looking down at the bloody child. The boy had a jagged cut that ran the full length of his chin. He knew just by looking at it, this would have to be sutured.
Elrohir handed the child to Elladan, as he was better at anesthetic ointments than Elladan was. Elrohir wanted the ointment to be strong enough to put him under, but he also knew he had to be careful; he had never worked with a child so young. He rummaged through his pack that had been resting on the log. Mixing the ingredients together with small metal rod, he was careful not to get any of the potent material on his skin. He took the vial of the prepared ointment to where Elladan sat comforting the child. The cut the child had looked extremely painful, but the child uttered not a single sound. Fat tears streamed down his silent face mingling with the copious amount of blood that was flowing freely form his skull.
Elrohir reached over to the child and gently took his wrist. Dabbing a small amount onto the boy s wrist, because the blood vessels ran close to the surface at this spot would ensure that the drug would act quickly. Sure enough, in just under a minuet the boy s tears subsided and he was slowly drifting of into a painless sleep.
Elladan held him tightly while Elrohir placed a line of neat small stitches. Trying the best he could to ensure the cut would not scar.
Once he was done, Elladan lay him on the grass in the waning sunlight and covered him with his cloak. He had noticed while he was holding him that the child had been shivering the entire time and was soaking wet from the downpour of rain they had experienced during the horrific battle of last night.
"So it seems the little price has escaped relatively unscathed, Elladan said with a ghost of a smile."
"I had hoped it was he who was watching us in the woods." Elrohir admitted.
Elladan looked down at the young prince. It was almost like he had come beck from the dead. The pain and grief he had felt inside knowing the like of kings, which the Dunidain had been preserving for millennia had been broken was washing away like tar from his heart.
"How will we get him to his kin?" Elladan thought out loud.
"He is so precious; I hate to travel all the way to the outskirts of human civilization. Lest we be captured." Elladan mused
"He will be hunted all his life, no life for a child really." Elrohir muttered under is breath
Elladan's eyes shot up. A twinkling sparkled inside them
"Not if they think he's dead." Elladan spoke with enthusiasm "No one but us know he's alive, and if we do not tell anyone except the new chieftain of the Dunidain he lives, no one will be the wiser to a little 'elfling' residing in Imladris, there are many of them."
Elrohir knew the sense in those words. It was true the little boy looked remarkably like and elfling, he could blend right in. Although all the elves of Imladris would immediately notice the difference he doubted if a simple human traveler, like the ones who sought refuge at Imladris from time to time, would notice.
"Father will understand. He will be glad we have chosen to bring him with us. He needs our protection." Elrohir added.
The last shreds of light had faded completely from the sky and the twinkling of the stars reminded the twins of their home.
"I do not wish to stay in this blood soaked valley any longer." Elladan whispered.
Now that they had the prince in their guardianship, they were loath to tarry any longer than absolutely necessary. A sharp whistle resounded in the valley as the twins called for their horses.
"If we leave now we should arrive at Imladris just before dawn."
Elladan rose his eyebrows at this comment "And how much horse do you expect to have on our arrival home?"
"We need not go very fast, just steady with no interruptions." Elrohir protested. "Besides that way most of the trip may be completed before the prince wakes up. It will be far easier on him that way." He added.
"He's likely to spend all day or most of it a bit groggy, I have been on the receiving end of more than one of your concoctions, they are strong."
Elrohir nudged his brother in his uninjured shoulder. "I resent that! My anesthetics are far better than yours!"
Whether by sheer luck or no, it was a very good thing the twins two stallions showed up when they did. The matching gray stallions walked up to their owners and waited expectantly for them to pack up and leave.
Within minuets the twins were packed and ready to go.
"I'll take the boy first." Elladan motioned to the slumbering child in Elrohir's arms.
Elrohir carefully handed him the child and mounted his own horse as well. Soon they were making their way out of the desecrated valley. No longer did this valley hold the feelings of peace that had reminded the twins of their own home. Now it was full of feelings of extreme hate and sadness. The twins were glad to leave this place and did not care if they had never returned.
A/N: I swear one of these days I will learn to write longer chapters, I promise next one will be longer. As always, Little Purple Button is our friend… Please Review!
