As soon as the healers saw the location of the wound, they sent for Elrond. Only he had the skill to extract the arrow shaft without causing more damage. They also needed him due to the... attitude of the patient. Though they tried, Mirima would not calm enough for them to help her. Only the head healer, under Elrond, stayed with her as they awaited the lord.
"Get this out of me. I must find my sister," Mirima demanded yet again. She had said the same thing over and over, in addition to her proclamations that she would do as she pleased. Her words were becoming routine.
"The guards will find her," the healer soothed, brushing back Mirima's hair. She needed to relax as best she could or risk worsening the wound. If she kept up, they would have to give her something so they could help her.
"I will find her. She is my blood." Mirima had always felt she and her sister were not treated the same as other Elves. She attributed that feeling to being only half Elven. She now feared they would not give their all to find Esterasúle just because she was a Half-Elf.
She and the healer both looked to the door as Elrohir came rushing in. He made straight to Mirima's side. "What has happened?" He paled slightly as his gaze fell on the wound.
"Orc. They've taken Tera." She looked him dead in the eye, pleading with him. "Get it out of me, El."
"He looked over the wound and sadly shook his head. "It is beyond my abilities. Adar will have to see to this." He looked to the healer.
"He is on his way," she answered his gaze.
"Dammit, I'll pull it out myself." She reached for the arrow, gritting her teeth. She had to get out of there and find her sister, no matter how she came about doing it.
Elrohir grabbed her hands. He held them down to her sides so she could not touch the shaft or harm the wound in any other way. "You can't," he told her matter-of-factly. He knew she knew doing so would stop any chance of her finding her sister. She just had to be reminded.
"I have to find Tera," she argued feebly. She knew trying to pull the arrow out would likely kill her if she did it herself.
"The guards will do it. I promise."
"She was injured as well. Arrow to her side." She kept seeing her sister fall over and over in her mind. The massive Uruk-hai pulled at her sister before everything went black.
"They will find her," he assured again. She had to accept the guard would find Esterasúle so she could heal.
Elladan came crashing in about then, looking around wildly. "What's going on?" His eyes settled on Mirima. He rushed over to her. "Oh, Rima." He surveyed the wound. "How far did you go?"
"Not sure. We were racing and not paying attention." Neither twin was surprised. Mirima had a way of getting to her sister. Any comment they had was cut short by their father's entrance.
Elrond walked in calmly, unlike his sons. He walked over to Mirima and looked over the arrow with a frown." Elladan, out," he said, glancing at his oldest son.
"Must I?" His eyes settled on Mirima. He did not want to leave her unless he absolutely had to.
"Yes, we don't need you in the way. We'll make sure she is well."
Elladan looked around the room. His twin held Mirima's arms down to the bed. He was not going to give her a chance to harm herself. Nearby, the healer was setting things up Elrond could need to extract the arrow shaft and head. He relented and allowed his father to usher him out.
Elrond turned back to Mirima once Elladan was out of the room. He felt pride as watched how Elrohir handled her. Elrohir, not paying attention to anyone but Mirima, did not notice his father's scrutiny. He smiled down at her, trying to show everything would be alright. "You must relax," he told her as Elrond started to cut her shirt off. "You will be alright." Of course, she only tensed more at being half naked. "Relax, Rima," Elrohir tried to sooth her again.
"Young lady, I am a father. I have seen a woman's body before," Elrond informed her matter-of-factly. Elrohir chuckled. He refrained from mentioning one did not need a female to have a child when one is an Elf.
"You try relaxing when someone is undressing you." Her eyes fell on Elrohir, who was still chuckling.
"You are in the healing house. Nothing you have hasn't been seen here before."
"You'll never respect me now," she told Elrohir, much to Elrond's amusement. The older Elf chuckled himself at her statement.
"I did before?" Elrohir asked jokingly.
"Yes," she answered before gasping. The salve Elrond put on the wound startled her. Not only was it cold, but it numbed the area, too.
"Perhaps I'll respect you more for living through this." Elrohir smiled at her.
She nodded, clenching her teeth as Elrond started to pull the arrow from her chest. Though the area was suppose to be completely numb, deep down she could feel something. "Stop!" She gasped out.
Elrond frowned and looked at her face. "It has to come out."
"I can feel it... I think a piece has broken off."
"You couldn't have felt that. The salve numbs the area." He considered it was possible the salve had not gotten deep enough.
"Ada?" Elrohir questioned, worried for his young friend.
"I don't care what the salve is supposed to do! I felt it break!" Mirima exclaimed.
Elrond nodded. "I'll have to get the main piece out before I can remove the shard." He began removing the arrow again. The healer moved closer in case they needed to open the wound farther.
Once the main piece of the arrow was out, Elrond handed it to Elrohir for inspection. The wound began to bleed, but Elrond knew it should have bled more. Elrohir showed him where the piece of the shaft was missing. "It is not poisoned," he also pointed out. "That is odd."
"It is indeed." Elrond grabbed a too, something like pliers, and used them to pull the extra piece out of the wound. Once the piece was removed, the wound really began to bleed. He and Elrohir put their hands to the wound to stop the blood and start the healing.
After a few minutes, the bleeding stopped. Elrond then placed a poultice on the wound to stop any infection. "Young lady, you will stay in bed until I deem you are well enough to be up and about."
"I have to find Tera." She moved to get up, grabbing a sheet to cover her upper half. Elrohir pushed her back down gently. She looked up at him. "El, you no better than to get in my way."
"I have to."
"And you should know better than to go against my order." Elrond was not amused. "I will have you attached to this bed if need be." He eyed her pointedly.
Before anyone could say anything further, Mirima's father rushed into the room. He still wore his blacksmith apron, and his dark brown hair was pulled back from his smooth featured face. His brown eyes were wide and alarmed. He rushed to her side. "Mirima!" He looked her over in horror.
"Ada, I'm fine. We need to find Tera." Surely he would understand.
"The guard is out looking," he assured her. He sat beside her and took her hand.
"Most of those guards couldn't find their posterior with both hands and a map." She gave her father a pointed look. Esterasúle needed her.
"Glorfindel is out there, and Elladan has gone to join them as well," he told her. Elrond raised a brow at her. Elrohir, use to her, ignored her comment.
"And I should join them also." Again, she attempted to get up.
"You will not." Her father set his foot down, so to speak.
Elrond had other ideas. "Very well. If you wish to do so, I request you drink this to get your strength back fast." Elrond went about fixing her a potion.
"If I drink this, you'll let me go?" She eyed him. She was not sure if she should trust him.
"Yes." He handed over the potion.
Mirima immediately drank down the liquid. She instantly felt the effects. "Son of an Orc." She looked at Elrond angrily as she fell into a sleep.
His eyebrow shot up. He did not like being referred to in such a manner. "Ignore her, Ada," Elrohir advised as he started for the door.
"I think it is most inappropriate for a young woman to speak so, and to her healer of all people." He followed his son.
"Not to mention her lord." Elrohir rolled his eyes. "She's just like that. Glad she hasn't met Erestor."
"I have a feeling another great war would occur."
"And Imladris would fall." Elrohir smiled. "I must go help."
Elrond nodded. "Be careful. Tell your brother as well." He watched his son nod and run off toward the stables.