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Title: Pain.

Summary: Lord Elrond gets wounded in battle, and now has to be healed by the healers. Will the healers be able to heal the elven lord before it is to late?

Languages: Elvish, and English.

Time Setting: Before FOTR, about two hundread years.

Well, here's the first chapter! ENJOY!

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"I told you no!" Elrond yelled.

"But, Ada." Elladan said. "You are going out, why do we have to stay?"

"If you go out then I must stay here and help, so you are staying and helping, all four of you, and that is final." Elrond replied while putting on his armor.

"All right, ada. Come home safe." Elladan whispered.

"I will." Elrond replied. He hugged his three sons, then he hugged Legolas. "Take good care, and help the healers..., I know they need it." Elrond then disappeared down the long hall.

"Good-luck ada. May the Valar be with you this eve." Elrohir whispered while watching his ada.

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"I think we done the right thing..., following along I mean." Elrohir explained.

"If you are not silenced, then he'll no we are here." Estel said.

Elladan and Legolas shook their heads. "What will happen if your ada finds out?" Legolas asked.

"The stables, unless he really needed the help..., I'm sure that he would forgive us." Elladan replied.

"After we cleaned the stables." Elrohir added.

The four had been following the team to the South for quite some time now. They only awaited to see if any danger would come to the team.

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"Do you think that we should have brought your sons along?" Lindir asked.

"No, I did the right thing, there are soldiers coming in day and night needing help, they must help the healers." Elrond replied.

Lindir nodded, this place didn't seem right to him. "Do you think that we'll catch up with the band of them?"

"Aye, but-" Elrond stopped when he saw what they had been looking for. "Wait here, I will go and check it out." He whispered.

The soldiers that were with him nodded while the elf-lord made his way down the hill.

Elrond walked over to the camp quitely. It was dark, and they didn't even have a fire lit. He walked stealthfully over to the camp. Until something sharp went into his leg, he felt waves of shock coming over him, and he felt bolts of lightning come over his body. He fell down on his knees, and this caused the sharp object to go further into his thigh. He began to pant while pulling at the object, when he pulled on it, he yelped.

The men in the army woke up and they stared at the intruder, they then began to raise off the ground and grab their weapons. Elrond stood off the ground, his leg and thigh bleeding, stinging, and he could still feel the shock. He secretly cursed himself for being foolish. "ATTACK!" The men yelled while running over to the elven-lord.

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Lindir and the rest watched in awe, what happened to the Lord Elrond? When Lindir saw the men getting up, he looked at the group of about twenty elves, "ATTACK!" He screamed.

Soon the area was filled with men, and elves. They were battling with one another. Elrond fought bravely, he recieved several injuries, but none was the worst until...,

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Lindir watched the elven-lord fight. He had recieved many injuries that needed healing immeadiately, but he still fought. While Elrond was fighting with three men, one snuck up behind him.

"Lord Elrond!" Lindir yelled.

Elrond slit the three men's throats, then turned, but he was too late. The knife of the fourth man was firmly embedded into his stomach. Elrond firmly slit the man's throat with his sword, and then fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

"ADA!" Elladan, Elrohir, and Estel screamed. The four drew their swords and ran to join the fight.

Elladan and Estel made their way through the men that they were fighting, over to their ada. When they finally made it, they gasped.

The others killed the last few men, then ran to the elven-lord.

"Lord Elrond." Lindir whispered.

Elrond's eyes fluttered open, "Go help the others." He whispered.

"But my-lord, you are hurt." Lindir argued.

"GO! Do as I say, I will be all right, it is only a scratch." Elrond yelled.

The other soldiers and Lindir began to heal the wounded, while the three sons of Elrond, and Legolas worked on the elven lord.

"What were you thinking?" Elrond asked.

"What were WE thinking?" Elladan asked. "What were YOU thinking ada?"

"I protect my men at any cost, even if it is my life." Elrond gasped when Elladan moved the blade to see how deep the cut was. "Be- be- besides, I th-th- thought I t- t- told y- y- you t-t-to st-st-stay a-a-at th-th-the pa-pal-pal-palace."

"Elrohir he is loosing way too much blood, Estel, do you have something in your pack?" Elladan asked while examining his ada's leg and stomach.

Estel dug through his pack, he was worried for his ada, what was going on here?

"M-m-my s-s-sons, I-I l-l-love y-y-you." Elrond whispered.

"We love you too ada." The three whispered.

Lindir soon walked over to the elven lord. "Elrond, I do not see how you fought with that in your leg." He said while getting on the ground beside the elven-lord.

The four's eyes widened, "You fought with that in your leg?" Elladan asked.

"Aye, you do what you must when you are an elven lord of a realm, and your sons and people need you." Elrond gasped.

"I can get the barbed wire out of his leg, with the help of Estel and the guidance of the Lord Elrond." Lindir said.

"All right." Elladan replied. "Elrohir and I will work on his stomach, and Legolas can help whoever needs it."

So the five set off to do their jobs.

"My lord?" Lindir asked.

"Yes mellon-nin?"

"Would you like an herb?" Lindir asked.

"That would be appreciated, hannad." Elrond replied.

Estel mixed up the herb to reduce the pain, and gave it to his ada. "Drink this."

Elrond nodded and drunk the medicine while Estel held up his head.

"Now, Lord Elrond, what is the first thing that we need to do for you leg?" Lindir asked.

"You need to see how deep the wire has gone into my leg." Elrond replied. "We also need to head out before the orcs arrive, and...,"

"If it were not for the fact that I needed your help with this, then I would have you knocked out right now." Lindir replied while lightly tugging on the wire.

Elrond's head snapped back at the pain that this caused, the wound was stinging, and deep, he could feel it. He knew one thing, the wound was poisoned. "We need to get back to Imladris!" He called.

"My lord, you are in no condition for travel. Please." Lindir begged.

He gasped while Lindir tugged on the wound.

"Your wounds need to be treated." Lindir said.

"Treat the one on my stomach, the other can last until we get home." Elrond lied. "The other men need treating more than I."

"No, you are in more medical need than they...," Lindir looked around. "..., They are practicly healed now, they are coming over here to check on you."

Elrond looked at Lindir. "Get them back to Rivendell, I am still the Lord of Rivendell, and I am in rule over you, now I demand you to get them...,"

Estel pulled on the wire in his ada's leg, and he gasped. Elrond was soon unconcious, due to the newly made pain, and he could not argue no longer.

"Captain, is there anything we can do?" Goren asked.

"Rally up the men, dispose of the bodies, make sure everyone has proper care, and when you are through, we need some help starting a fire."

Lindir replied.

"All right." Goren replied while leaving the five alone once more.

"Estel, let's just get the knife out of him, he is no longer awake, and there is nothing I can do for I know not how to get the wire out of his leg."

Estel nodded. That was a stupid thing he did, but he needed his ada to shut-up!

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"Lord Elrond?" Lindir asked.

"Estel?"

"I am here ada." Estel whispered.

Elrond opened his eyes, and soon closed them. He had a pain in his head, and the sun shone into his eyes. "Where are we?"

"Uh, just about fifty miles out of Imladris. So I'm guessing." Lindir replied.

"We need to be in Rivendell!" Elrond shot up. He forgot about his stomach until it was made known. He soon fell to the ground in a painful heap.

"Lord Elrond, see you are not even well enough to stand!" Lindir complained.

"I just forgot, that is all. I need to get my leg healed." Elrond replied. "And the only better place to do that is Imladris."

"I can heal you here, if you tell me how." Lindir replied.

"You can't do that...," Elrond replied.

"Why?"

Elrond thought, what was he going to tell them? "Uh..., because I am the Lord of Imladris, and I demand us to go back."

"You didn't answer my question, why can't you help me with your leg?"

Elrond shook his head like he was hiding something, he was, he just wasn't going to tell them the truth, so he lied. "I do not remember."

"What do you mean you do not remember, do you remember anyone here?" Lindir asked. The whole team of guards and soldiers gathered around the elven lord.

"Uh...," Elrond looked at the warriors, then his sons, Legolas, then Lindir.

"Uh..., you-you-and you." Elrond replied. He pointed at Estel, Legolas, and Lindir.

"You do not remember us ada?" Elrohir asked.

Elrond looked at his sons, this was hard, but twas the only way. "No." He whispered. He then closed his eyes, as if trying to remember. He saw the twins playing in the gardens when they were only elf-lings, this pained him, a tear streamed down his face. "I am sorry."

To be continued...,

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