Phew, last part okay people?

Thanks ye all for bearing it. I'll probably update by some time next week. Big thanks out to BlackastheShadows for your continued support x x x

Disclaimer: See Chapter one

Elrohir managed to reach home by riding hard into the next morning. He had already sent elves from the courtyard to summon his father, and just when he was about to topple to round under the strain his legs were carrying, he felt a warming hand stop him from falling and position him upright.

Smiling when his eyes met the familiar ones of his father, he didn't speak but looked down to Aragorn, he knew his father had followed his gaze, as Elrond gave a sharp inhale. Removing the burden from Elrohir, he motioned for Erestor, who had followed his Lord, when the panicked elves ran into Elrond's study and asked for his immediate attention. Erestor gently took Elrohir by the elbow and let him lean on him and together they made it up to the healing wards.

By nightfall, Elrohir was getting more and more apprehended. He hadn't had word from his father, and there was no sign from his brother. Had Elladan left when he said he would, he would have been here by late morning, early afternoon, or would have caught up with him in the woods. He was brought out of his musings when his father entered the room.

Elrohir stood up from his chair and was about to make his way over to his father, but he was pushed down back into the chair. With gentle hands, his father examined and cleaned his leg wound, with a few noticeable winces from Elrohir, and then sat down in the chair next to his. 'Elrohir, you leg, it needs stitches. Would you like to stay awake?' Elrohir took a look at his leg and nodded his consent. Elrond didn't smile, but got up from where he was kneeling, got together, all of his equipment and began to stitch the wound. Elrohir didn't move, well he tried not to, but after a fashion the pain was immense and his leg jarred up on its own. Elrond's Elven reflexes saved him from stabbing Elrohir with the pin. Giving his son a questioning glare, he quickly finished his work. Standing up and turning from his son, who had his eyes closed shut and was sweating a little, Elrond washed his hands and dressed te wound with soft bandages. Turning to his son, Elrond patted Elrohir's knee. 'If the wound begins to irritate you at all, then please, tell me'. With a nod of his head, Elrohir acknowledge his father's request. At first Elrond was smiling, but soon the smile fell.

'Elrohir, there is something I must tell you'. Elrohir's eyes widened as his brain suddenly thought of the realization that it should have taken before. 'Is he…'

Elrond chuckled a little, 'No, ion-nin, Aragorn is well, physically, but not mentally. I am afraid he is a coma, and has been since the night of his accident.' Elrond caught sight of his son's heavy and guilty face and immediately squatted down in front of the young elf lord and embraced him. 'Elrohir, you do not think I blame you do I? I would never think that so listen to me'. He tipped up Elrohir's head with his hand and with his thumb he wiped away his son's fallen tears. 'Aragorn will be fine, he just needs to rest, do not fret.' He smiled a little when Elrohir managed to pull some sort of a smile. 'Now Elrohir, where is your brother, he didn't not come in with you did he?'

'No Ada he didn't, you mean he hasn't returned still?' Fresh new tears began to spill. 'I knew I should have waited for him. It will be my fault if he gets hurt'. Elrond shook his head and lifted Elrohir up from the chair.

'Ion-nin, you are tired, you must rest. Do not worry about Elladan, he is more than capable to take care of himself. Now for tonight, you rest and let go of the blame, none of it belongs to you'. Kissing Elrohir's head tenderly and settling him down on the bed, he was about to close the door and return to his study when he hard his son's voice. 'Ada, you haven't tucked me in for ages, not since Elladan got lost in the cellars below the house. I couldn't sleep then and I cannot sleep now. Please, can I not sleep with Aragorn. I owe it to hi at least.

Elrond sighed but granted his son's wish. 'But I want you asleep. You have to rest at least a little, or I will make you some tea'. He let out a chuckle as Elrohir pulled a disgusted face, kissed him on the cheek and ran as well as he could down to the healing rooms. 'Elrohir, do not run, you will irritate your wound'. Elrohir smiled, but slowed down to a paced walk and turned the corner.

Elrond just hoped that his other son was fairing as well as Elrohir.

'Damned to the person who ever invented horses'. Elladan was tired, moody, sore, but still thankfully on course, but not on his horse. He had been jarred off Ellenimniire when his horse had decided to nip her buttocks. She had reared upwards and unseated her rider. Elladan was about to curse the horses once more, but his senses began to scream at him. Getting as low to the floor as possible and forgetting about the horses for a few minutes, he saw what was wrong. Orc Archers were coming towards him, but the scary thing about the whole Orc gang was that they were surprisingly quiet and surprisingly close to Rivendell. Orcs have never ventured this far.

He was about to get up and run, but a crude projectile skimmed his face and hit Ellenimniire. The mare fell to the ground with a thud. It had hit the horses neck with precision, and was slowly bleeding to death. 'This is the last thing I need!'. Elladan crawled over to the horse and sharing a look of understanding he withdrew his sword and ended the horses life with no pain. Sending words to the Valar of the horses soul. Elladan fleetingly looked around for his horse. Araukadae was his last chance of escape. Just as he was about to climb up a tree to get a better look, the horse bounded out of the foliage with a band of about 10 ors on his tail. Mustering all the strengths he could, Elladan gabbed onto the horses mane and hoisted himself up and onto the horse. 'Noro Lim Araukadae. Show my the meaning of haste'. The horse took off into a full run with its rider bent down low onto its neck, trying to dodge the arrows flying his way.

After running for more than ten minutes, the Orcs had decided that their quarry was not worth using valuable items over and left the elf and horse. 'Slow up Arau, the Orcs have gone'. Elladan pulled the reigns back trying to slow the horse down but he was having none of it. Slightly scared now Elladan began to yell 'Araukadae, slow up, you're going to hurt yourself even more'. But still it fell on deaf ears. The horse was still running from something.

Elladan raised a little from his bent position on the horse and began to look around, but didn't sense or see anything. It was weird. Though when he looked behind him, he wish he hadn't. A steamy figure appeared a few yards behind him, running to catch up with the horse. But this thing looked familiar. All too familiar. Then it hit him. 'Aragorn? What?'

He felt something hit his head. Dazed, he tried to clear his vision, but it didn't work. A pang of dread filled him, something else stung his cheek and continued until it hit his eye and then bounced off. But that was enough for him to sink into oblivion.

The horse knew something was wrong with his master as soon as he felt Elladan slip back and his grip on his mane became looser. He then felt him fall forward onto his neck and so the horse had to ease up his pace to make sure that the elf didn't fall from his back. The horse was still a bit tedious and so Araukadae continued his way to Rivendell in a canter.

Elrond was in his study, and was ready to check on Aragorn and Elrohir one more time before retiring for the night, but the commotion in the courtyard was tearing on his nerves. He could hear a horse neighing and seemingly in distress, and he could hear his name being called. He was about to leave his study when a flushed Erestor flung himself into the room 'My Lord… come… quick… it is Elladan… he has returned… but not in his… own free will'. On hearing his son's name, Elrond thanked the advisor and ran out into the night.

Elrond pushed his way through the crowd and noticed Elladan's horse, but no Elladan. 'Where is my son?' Anxiety filled him, when an elf came forward with Elladan draped over in his arms. Elrond let out an audible gasp, stepped forward instantly and took Elladan into his own arms. Elrond brushed astray the dark hair covering one side of Elladan's face and hissed when he saw a deep laceration coming from just above his jaw line, up his cheek and stopped just past his eyebrow. Luckily though, it missed his eye. 'Take care of the horse. Calm him down. I will see to my son'. Elrond held back a large yawn and walked inside the house once again.

Elrond looked down at his still sleeping son on the bed and wished he had never let them go out in first place. They went for a drink, and still came back a mess. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw Elladan shift and crack open his eyes. 'Where…'. Elrond helped Elladan sit up against the pillows and hushed him gently. 'Shhh… rest for now, there is nothing…'.

'Ada, wait yes there is. In the Forest. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw Estel. It wasn't a figment of my imagination, he was there. Truly he was. He was trying to catch up with the horse, but…'

'Rest now, I will tell you all. But later alright?'

Sighing Elladan complied and eased himself slowly onto the pillows but jerked back up again. 'Rhaich!'. Elrond's eyebrows shot up at Elladan's language but didn't hold it against him. He had just leaned on the sore side of his face. Elladan's hand moved up to probe the cut, but Elrond stopped his hand. 'No, you will only hurt yourself again. I suggest lying on you back. Since that arm of yours will be a problem leaning on too'. Flushing a little, Elladan nodded, and with his fathers helped, he lay back down on the bed, and was soon in a light sleep.

The face though that Elrohir was to meet was far more scary than the one Elladan saw when he awoke.

Blinking and wiping the sleep form his eyes, Elrohir looked down at the bed, and saw no improvement to Aragorn. Raising from the chair slowly and leaning on the bed post for a little support, he turned around and screamed. 'Estel?' He was face to face with a misty yet coloured figure, exactly looking like Aragorn. 'What the…'. Elrohir reached out to touch the figure, but it moved back and tried to hit him. It looked confused as its hand went right through Elrohir's, and backed off a little more. Though when Elrohir came towards it a little closer, the ghost like thing stood up straight and yelled 'Get out of my room! This is not a freak show!'

Stunned, Elrohir done the only thing he could think off, he fell to the floor with a thud and for the second time in the night, he welcomed the sleep his father told him to get.

Well, here all the Elvish to english translations for the past four chapters...

Ue Estel. Lye' vara Lle - Flee Estel. We'll protect you.

edan - human

Araukadae - Swift Shadow

Amin weera yassen lle - I agree with you

Ellenimniire - Little White Tear

Hrivearrna - Snow Storm

Ada - father.

- human