Ok I know this is SO late and I am SO sorry!!!!!!!!!! *begs forgiveness*
ok well here goes
Disclaimer: how many times do I have to say it????? Ok, here it goes again, not mine. Ok??? Tolkien's and his families? I suppose?? The point is it's not mine k??? Everyone got it?? Good, now that that's cleared up, on with the story!
A/N: A HUGE thanks to d-chan and Cor for this!! I was ready to give it up and they wouldn't let me! D even went so far as to threaten not to write anymore if I didn't post this! And Cor encouraged and beta read for me! So thanks you 2! Also, thanks to Rhonda!! I love our late night chats!! They inspire me to keep writing!! Thanks girl!
Title: Lost Hope
Rating: ummm PG to PG-13 if any of you think this is wrong let me know!
Summary: Feeling ignored and unwanted a young Estel decides to go out on a hunting trip by himself.
Ellen the Trickstar: *shudders* I'll remember that!! I am sorry about the length!! Hopefully this one is longer and more to your liking? Thanks for reviewing!
Firniswin: Next chapter's here!! Lol! I'll TRY to cut back on the cliffies, but I can't make any promises!!! Loved your last update btw! Now, update Last Unicorn and I will be a VERY happy person!
Maverickgirl: Thanks for reviewing! As to Elrond helping him, you'll just have to read and find out!
Ymmas Sirron: Well what do you say to that/? Ummm more's here?/ finally?/ k, well thanks for the review! I'll be zipping over to your sometime soon, promise! 1st spare minute I have!
littlesaiyangirl: Well, did I not put angst warning?? No?? Oops! Ummmm no worries! Everything will be alright!! I have to be evil to Estel, it's just my nature! *grin*
Astronema: Yes pain is great!! I enjoy it myself!! Maybe a few more flashbacks in the chapters to come! Thank you for the review! Next chapter is up! Not so much physical pain, but plenty of emotional torment from here on out! Hope you like that too!
Whew! Now that all that's done!!! A HUGE thank you to all my reviewers!!!!! All you guys ROCK! On with the story!
Chapter 9
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Elrond looked down worriedly at the form of his foster son on the bed. He dabbed Estel's sweaty forehead with a cool damp cloth. Elrond did not know how Estel was going to pull through this one.
After the orcs had been slain Elrond had quickly gathered up his foster son and made for Imaldris. The twins and the other elves followed swiftly in his wake. The child in Elrond's arms barely breathed, and did not stir.
That had to be one of the scariest times in Elrond's or his sons' lives. Elrond kept whispering words of light, life, and encouragement in Estel's ear the whole way. He just kept thinking over and over again that he just could not lose Estel yet, he was far to young for that. All Elladan and Elrohir could do was run alongside their father and pray to Ilúvatar not to take their little brother yet.
Several times along the way Lord Elrond thought all was lost. However, when he took a closer look Estel was still breathing.
Surprisingly, Estel made it to Rivendell alive, barely, but alive. Elrond took some solace in that. Now he had to see to all of Estel's wounds.
Now that they were back in Rivendell Lord Elrond almost did not know where to start. Estel's back was almost devoid of skin, and his legs and torso did not fare much better. Yet what caused Elrond the most concern was a sever head wound on Estel's temple. There was a large gash that was still bleeding and the entire area was swollen, the elf lord feared that Estel's skull could be cracked. Also the fever that raged through his young son's body with out mercy was not helping things. It suggested poison or a toxin of some kind in Estel's blood stream.
Elrond brought his long fingers up to Estel's temple and began to feel the wound, trying to determine if Estel's skull had been fractured. He almost sighed in relief, though the wound was bad, Estel's skull had not fractured. Elladan and Elrohir were in the back of the room setting out herbs, boiling water over the fireplace, and mixing poltrices and herbs they thought their father might need.
"How fares he ada" Elladan asked quietly.
"Not well ion nin, I fear he has broken many ribs, and sustained several internal injuries. He has a sever concussion, it 'tis a miracle that they did not fracture his skull. He has sever bruising, and I fear that if we can not wake him now, we never shall, for the concussion is bad, and to sleep deeply now would be to do so forever." Elrond gave his sons the grim news of Estel's state. "Also, there is a foreign substance in his system, orc poison I believe, that has also caused a deadly fever that is not helping anything, that will also have to be treated, but for now we must arouse him, try and get him to respond, noro ions nin." he finished.
At this the twins leaned over their little brother and began talking about anything they could think of to bring him back to awareness. Elrond went to the table where the healing medicines were laid out, and began to sort through them and pick out what he needed at the moment.
He then re-joined the twins at Estel's bedside and began to try and arouse him. He placed his hand upon his youngest's forehead and concentrated hard, sending healing thoughts of life and laughter to his son, trying to persuade his spirit to remain in this world, and not fly to the world of shadows and waiting like it seemed to want to.
It truly scared the elf lord how close the small boy was to giving up the fight. However, finally Elrond found that tiny spark that was his son's life, and Estel began to slowly regain consciousness. Confused silver eyes opened and stared at the faces that surrounded him.
Elladan and Elrohir nearly fell to the floor in relief, they had truly believed that they were going to lose their little brother. "That's it tithen pen! Open your eyes!" cried Elrohir.
Elrond was still concerned however. He did not recognize the eyes that stared back at him blearily, those eyes stared at all of them seemed to not know who they were, and they were tinged with just a touch of fear.
It was the last that truly pained the fathers heart. His son was afraid of him. It was true, that Estel was injured, feverish, and had a concussion, but always before when Estel was injured his presence had soothed the young man, but now it seemed to unsettle him.
The twins seemed to notice the change in their little brother and now looked to their father for an explanation. Unfortunately, he did not have one to give them.
"Estel, ion nin do you know who I am?" Elrond asked the confused boy gently.
Silver eyes that were severely dilated simply looked at him. But the eyes answered Elrond's question. Estel did not know, and that scared all of them.
"It will be alright tithen pen, things will be better in the morining." Elrond assured the boy gently, while handing the child a mug of tea that would put him into a healing sleep, but not one so deep it would send him into a coma.
After Estel had surrendered to unconsciousness, Elladan turned to his father. "Ada, what was that? Why did Estel seem to not know who we were? The orcs did not.. they didn't..." he could not finish the sentence.
"I know not ion nin. There is no telling what horrors befell your brother in the time those vile creatures had him. All we can do is treat him, and love him." Elrond said at last.
No more talking was done that night, if they wished to save Estel from the death that wanted him they would need to work swiftly. They bandaged, treated, administered, and toiled until all the candles had nearly burned all the way down, for the life of the youngest of the house of Elrond. Their thoughts never strayed far from the small human, and all wondered what the little one had suffered, and how they could get the youngest member of their family back, it would kill them all to lose Estel now, physically or mentally.
TBC.........
Hehe, don't kill me for the cliffie!!!
I sorry!! I looked to be a good place to stop, so I stoped!!!
BTW, *drops to knees* I AM SO SORRY this is So late!!!!!!!!!!! I got sidetracked, then lost plotbunnies, *sigh* k smack me!!!!!! I deserve it!
*looks around fearfully*
*Runs*
ok well here goes
Disclaimer: how many times do I have to say it????? Ok, here it goes again, not mine. Ok??? Tolkien's and his families? I suppose?? The point is it's not mine k??? Everyone got it?? Good, now that that's cleared up, on with the story!
A/N: A HUGE thanks to d-chan and Cor for this!! I was ready to give it up and they wouldn't let me! D even went so far as to threaten not to write anymore if I didn't post this! And Cor encouraged and beta read for me! So thanks you 2! Also, thanks to Rhonda!! I love our late night chats!! They inspire me to keep writing!! Thanks girl!
Title: Lost Hope
Rating: ummm PG to PG-13 if any of you think this is wrong let me know!
Summary: Feeling ignored and unwanted a young Estel decides to go out on a hunting trip by himself.
Ellen the Trickstar: *shudders* I'll remember that!! I am sorry about the length!! Hopefully this one is longer and more to your liking? Thanks for reviewing!
Firniswin: Next chapter's here!! Lol! I'll TRY to cut back on the cliffies, but I can't make any promises!!! Loved your last update btw! Now, update Last Unicorn and I will be a VERY happy person!
Maverickgirl: Thanks for reviewing! As to Elrond helping him, you'll just have to read and find out!
Ymmas Sirron: Well what do you say to that/? Ummm more's here?/ finally?/ k, well thanks for the review! I'll be zipping over to your sometime soon, promise! 1st spare minute I have!
littlesaiyangirl: Well, did I not put angst warning?? No?? Oops! Ummmm no worries! Everything will be alright!! I have to be evil to Estel, it's just my nature! *grin*
Astronema: Yes pain is great!! I enjoy it myself!! Maybe a few more flashbacks in the chapters to come! Thank you for the review! Next chapter is up! Not so much physical pain, but plenty of emotional torment from here on out! Hope you like that too!
Whew! Now that all that's done!!! A HUGE thank you to all my reviewers!!!!! All you guys ROCK! On with the story!
Chapter 9
~*~*~*~*~*~
Elrond looked down worriedly at the form of his foster son on the bed. He dabbed Estel's sweaty forehead with a cool damp cloth. Elrond did not know how Estel was going to pull through this one.
After the orcs had been slain Elrond had quickly gathered up his foster son and made for Imaldris. The twins and the other elves followed swiftly in his wake. The child in Elrond's arms barely breathed, and did not stir.
That had to be one of the scariest times in Elrond's or his sons' lives. Elrond kept whispering words of light, life, and encouragement in Estel's ear the whole way. He just kept thinking over and over again that he just could not lose Estel yet, he was far to young for that. All Elladan and Elrohir could do was run alongside their father and pray to Ilúvatar not to take their little brother yet.
Several times along the way Lord Elrond thought all was lost. However, when he took a closer look Estel was still breathing.
Surprisingly, Estel made it to Rivendell alive, barely, but alive. Elrond took some solace in that. Now he had to see to all of Estel's wounds.
Now that they were back in Rivendell Lord Elrond almost did not know where to start. Estel's back was almost devoid of skin, and his legs and torso did not fare much better. Yet what caused Elrond the most concern was a sever head wound on Estel's temple. There was a large gash that was still bleeding and the entire area was swollen, the elf lord feared that Estel's skull could be cracked. Also the fever that raged through his young son's body with out mercy was not helping things. It suggested poison or a toxin of some kind in Estel's blood stream.
Elrond brought his long fingers up to Estel's temple and began to feel the wound, trying to determine if Estel's skull had been fractured. He almost sighed in relief, though the wound was bad, Estel's skull had not fractured. Elladan and Elrohir were in the back of the room setting out herbs, boiling water over the fireplace, and mixing poltrices and herbs they thought their father might need.
"How fares he ada" Elladan asked quietly.
"Not well ion nin, I fear he has broken many ribs, and sustained several internal injuries. He has a sever concussion, it 'tis a miracle that they did not fracture his skull. He has sever bruising, and I fear that if we can not wake him now, we never shall, for the concussion is bad, and to sleep deeply now would be to do so forever." Elrond gave his sons the grim news of Estel's state. "Also, there is a foreign substance in his system, orc poison I believe, that has also caused a deadly fever that is not helping anything, that will also have to be treated, but for now we must arouse him, try and get him to respond, noro ions nin." he finished.
At this the twins leaned over their little brother and began talking about anything they could think of to bring him back to awareness. Elrond went to the table where the healing medicines were laid out, and began to sort through them and pick out what he needed at the moment.
He then re-joined the twins at Estel's bedside and began to try and arouse him. He placed his hand upon his youngest's forehead and concentrated hard, sending healing thoughts of life and laughter to his son, trying to persuade his spirit to remain in this world, and not fly to the world of shadows and waiting like it seemed to want to.
It truly scared the elf lord how close the small boy was to giving up the fight. However, finally Elrond found that tiny spark that was his son's life, and Estel began to slowly regain consciousness. Confused silver eyes opened and stared at the faces that surrounded him.
Elladan and Elrohir nearly fell to the floor in relief, they had truly believed that they were going to lose their little brother. "That's it tithen pen! Open your eyes!" cried Elrohir.
Elrond was still concerned however. He did not recognize the eyes that stared back at him blearily, those eyes stared at all of them seemed to not know who they were, and they were tinged with just a touch of fear.
It was the last that truly pained the fathers heart. His son was afraid of him. It was true, that Estel was injured, feverish, and had a concussion, but always before when Estel was injured his presence had soothed the young man, but now it seemed to unsettle him.
The twins seemed to notice the change in their little brother and now looked to their father for an explanation. Unfortunately, he did not have one to give them.
"Estel, ion nin do you know who I am?" Elrond asked the confused boy gently.
Silver eyes that were severely dilated simply looked at him. But the eyes answered Elrond's question. Estel did not know, and that scared all of them.
"It will be alright tithen pen, things will be better in the morining." Elrond assured the boy gently, while handing the child a mug of tea that would put him into a healing sleep, but not one so deep it would send him into a coma.
After Estel had surrendered to unconsciousness, Elladan turned to his father. "Ada, what was that? Why did Estel seem to not know who we were? The orcs did not.. they didn't..." he could not finish the sentence.
"I know not ion nin. There is no telling what horrors befell your brother in the time those vile creatures had him. All we can do is treat him, and love him." Elrond said at last.
No more talking was done that night, if they wished to save Estel from the death that wanted him they would need to work swiftly. They bandaged, treated, administered, and toiled until all the candles had nearly burned all the way down, for the life of the youngest of the house of Elrond. Their thoughts never strayed far from the small human, and all wondered what the little one had suffered, and how they could get the youngest member of their family back, it would kill them all to lose Estel now, physically or mentally.
TBC.........
Hehe, don't kill me for the cliffie!!!
I sorry!! I looked to be a good place to stop, so I stoped!!!
BTW, *drops to knees* I AM SO SORRY this is So late!!!!!!!!!!! I got sidetracked, then lost plotbunnies, *sigh* k smack me!!!!!! I deserve it!
*looks around fearfully*
*Runs*