Chapter 8: Snow Memories
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When Elladan became conscious again, he was a bit startled. He didn't know where he was, or what had happened. He could feel pain coming up from his thigh, and his chest, as his ribs had cracked again.
He then realized something important. He was buried. "I'm buried. Ai Elbereth! Under the snow! And when is Elrohir?"
He suddenly realized an important thing, Elrohir was not with him. And Valar knew if Elrohir had survived! That had been a hard avalanche. He had to get out and find his brother. First, he tried to move his legs, and found out that his injured leg, his right leg was sore and it still hurt, as the gash was recent. "Ai, maybe it is poisoned!" He thought.
He then tried to move his arms upward, and found relief when he could feel the cool air breeze touching his fingers. He tried to get up, and slowly succeed.
He then started to shout his brother's name over and over again, hoping to find him in the paths of snow.
Estel and Legolas still were on the mountainside, looking for the twins. They were not sure if they still were alive. They hoped that they were. If not, everyone would greatly feel the loss, especially Lord Elrond and Estel.
They needed to continue searching. Right now the sun was halfway through the sky. They still had few hours of sunlight. They needed to find the twins. Estel and Legolas began calling their names, but to no avail. Still they got no signs from them.
"Legolas, we need to find them" Estel said to Legolas as another coughing fit took hold of the poor human.
"I know Estel; we need to continue looking for them. Come, why don't you sit here and rest a little. I'll come for you later. You really need to rest." Legolas said, as he knew that Elves had more endurance than humans. He could tell by now that Estel was really tired, but due to his stubbornness and pride wouldn't admit it.
"No Legolas, I am fine, Thank you mellon-nin, but we need to find my brothers." Estel said.
"Estel, please rest a little, we can get down, rest a little on safer terrain, and then we can continue searching for your brothers." Legolas said.
Finally Estel admitted defeat. "Oh, alright, you win, but after we are rested we will continue looking for my brothers".
"That is fine with me, come let us come and rest" Legolas said.
After they rest, the Elf and human continued their task to find the twins. So far they hadn't had any luck, but they never loosed hoped, they continued searching.
After climbing a little higher, they saw a figure bent up over the snow-covered ground. He was giving his back to the two friends, so they couldn't see his face. Legolas using his Elven sight noted that this figure was indeed an Elf, he was standing over the snow.
Were there other Elves outside on the snow? Maybe it was one of the twins. Suddenly the figure turned around, and they found Elladan's familiar face.
After seeing his younger brother and best friend alive, Elladan wanted so badly to run to them, and make sure they were there, that they weren't visions, but were the real Legolas and Estel.
He ran up to them, or rather attempted to, as his leg was still paining him, and had started to bleed some time ago. His chest was no better, hurting even when he breathed.
Elladan's POV
I am bent over the snow, trying to find Elrohir, my twin. Without him I will be lost also. I don't know where Estel and Legolas are, I hope that they get to Rivendell safely, I hope that right no they are fine. I hope they sent for help, as we need it badly.
As I search for anything, for any clue that might give up my brothers' and friend's location, anything, any sign that could reassure me that they are still well and alive. But no, all I see is white, all is covered in snow. Winter arrived very early this year.
I had always loved snow, as it brings me back memories from childhood, with my twin, Arwen, my little Arwen, my little sister, Ada and Nana. We would always go and play in the snow when it fell in the valley. Sometimes even Glorfindel and Erestor joined us. Those days were of happiness, as still there wasn't any shadow.
Flashback
"Come on Nana, it is already snowing!" A little elfling said excitedly to his mother. His name was Elladan, and at the prospect of playing in the snow with his whole family, he could help but bounce off of happiness.
Elrohir had gone to get their father, and they appeared minutes later. "Come, my children, let us go out!" Celebrian called out.
"Yay!" cried the excited elflings.
"Yes, let us come or else the snow will be melted before we even arrive there." Elrond said.
They went outside, the twins playing in the snow, Celebrian watching with Elrond at her side.
"Suddenly an ice ball hit Elrond square in the face. He spluttered, trying to get out as much snow as he could. He then discovered the laughing twins. He suddenly wondered why his twins were so mischievous.
He tried to get back at them, throwing a ball at them, but they duck, and the ball hit Glorfindel, his advisor, on the face. And a snowball fight started, with Celebrian cheering on everyone else. Later she entered the fight. That was the way they had always played in the snow.
End of Flashback
Now the land slowly gets covered by the dark shadow, the dark threat of Sauron himself searching for the One Ring of power. His mother had sailed to the west, to the Undying Lands many centuries ago, after being tortured by orcs.
Her spirit never recovered from the tragic events, from there came his hated towards those black creatures. He knew his twin shared this same thought, that's why he needed to find him. They were so alike, but also so different. He could not loose hope this early.
He felt an aching pain in his chest, and knew that it was his ribs. The little healing that they had already done had come down when he was hit by the avalanche. The force by which he had been carried away made that possible.
He could feel his strength slowly leaving him, and he knew that the last orc had poisoned his sword. He needed to get a healer or at least the pack where his healing supplies were. But the horses had run away, and he mustn't give in to poison just yet, he needed to find his twin.
TBC…
Oh! Yes I know, poor Elladan! Don't worry, more is coming soon!
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Translations
Mellon nin: my friend
Ada: dad/daddy
Nana: mom
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