A/N: HI EVERYBODY::Waves energetically: It's angst time! The insanity! The insanity! Sorry this took so long. My inspiration went into hiding. Remember to review!
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On with the angst!
Chapter 3: The Bonds Broken
Elrond ran to his unconscious son's side fearfully. He pressed his fingers against Elladan's neck, feeling for a pulse, and sighing with relief when he found the fast, erratic beat. "Irelen?" He turned to the captain of the guards.
"Yes, sir?"
"Help me get him to the infirmary."
As the two older elves lifted Elladan, Elrohir just stood there, reeling. He whimpered slightly before collapsing to his knees, feeling nauseous. He felt the tears brim in his eyes and start to roll down his cheeks. He could not believe he had been so completely awful to his twin. He had actually hit Elladan! He felt strong arms wrap around him as he began to cry uncontrollably, and let his head sink to the Aragorn's shoulder. The man was holding him tightly, stroking his hair soothingly.
"It's alright, 'Ro. Elladan's a strong elf. He'll pull through in the end. He always does."
"It's all my fault!" Elrohir sobbed, barely legible through his tears.
"Shhh, 'Ro, shhh. This is no one's fault. Elladan knows that, he'll forgive you." Aragorn tried to placate the elf, but to no avail.
"But I hit him, Estel! Hard!" Despite Aragorn's insistence, the twins still called him by his childhood name.
"Come now. Let's go up to your room. You need to calm down." He gently pulled Elrohir off the ground and helped him up the stairs to his room.
Once they got there, the distressed elf lay down on the bed and cried himself out. Aragorn stayed with him, keeping one hand on his shoulder. The man urgently wanted to go and see how Elladan was, but he knew he'd just get in his father's way, and right now Elrohir needed him more. Aragorn knew that the younger twin would never forgive himself if his brother died.
Finally Elrohir fell into a light and restless sleep. Aragorn was disturbed to see his eyes were closed, showing that he was extremely tense and upset. The man left for the healing room with a heavy heart, wondering what he would find there.
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When he opened to door, Aragorn saw Elrond sitting by a bed, looking harrowed. Elladan lay in the bed with a sheet covering his legs, and it shocked the man to see the extent of the damage.
"Whu… what are his injuries?" He managed.
Elrond sighed. "He is badly wounded. Multiple bites to his legs and arms, one on his face, and his back is badly clawed, but the worst is the puncture on his stomach. It's fairly deep, but the internal bleeding isn't too bad. I think he has a chance." The healer glanced down at his son worriedly. "How is Elrohir?"
Now it was Aragorn's turn to sigh. "Not so good. He's sleeping now though."
"Thank you for looking after him." Elrond replied. "I wanted to, but Elladan needed me more."
"He won't be happy when he wakes up."
"We'll just have to jump that hurdle when we come to it."
A/N: I know it's kind of filler, more intense angst will come! REVIEW!
