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Title: Pain.

Summary: A elf ends up in Rivendell wounded, now it is up to the healers in Imladris to heal the elf before it is too late?

A/n- Okay, so probably most of you know about the rumor going around about getting kicked off if you respond to your reviewers. I am sorry, but I will not be responding on the chapters. If you would like me to respond to any questions you may have by e-mail, just let me know. Thanks! Here's the next chapter!
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Elrond look at his three sons, Legolas, Glorfindel, and Lindir. They wasn't supposed to know about the poison! He was never going tell them, but somehow they found out! He didn't want them to worry. He sighed and a sharp pain went up his side to his heart. He winced and closed his eyes. He could take some pain, he would take the pain.

"Ada?"

Elrond opened his eyes. "Yes?" He asked while looking at Elrohir.

"We need to get you down to the river. Glorfindel wants to re-clean your wound. You have gotten dust in it." He whispered. He wasn't going to tell his father that they planned on giving him sleeping herbs, and then taking the wire out, no matter what.

"Allright." Elrond replied. He sighed. "Go ahead." He watched as the elves grabbed hold of the liter and looked at him.

"Ready?" Elrohir asked.

Elrond nodded and clutched onto the cloak that was over top of him. Pain exploded inside him as he was being moved from one point to another. He winced and felt tears fall down his face. He had to be strong for his sons. He looked at the worried look on two of his three son's faces. Estel and Elrohir, he not only saw worriedness, but sadness. He sighed then looked to the other side where his eldest son, Elladan, stood clutching his hand. In his eldest's eyes he saw pain, and hurt, sadness, angriness, rage, and worriedness, but he also saw guilt. Guilt? Why was his son carrying guilt, surely he didn't think none of this was his fault! Did he? Elrond faintly smiled at his eldest through his tears.

"Ada, are you allright?" Elladan asked.

Elrond nodded. "I am fine Ion-nin."

"Be truthful ada, if the pain is that bad that you can not be truthful, then..."

"Elladan, it is allright. I promise." Elrond smiled once again.

"We are here. Let's get him down into the river shall we?" Estel asked while helping his brothers with their dad. They took the wounded elf lord down to the river and they handed their father to Elladan. Elladan carefully carried his father down into the river and waided with him until they reached the middle of the river. Elladan looked at Glorfindel and sighed.

"The sooner we get you out of the water the better. Right mellon-nin?" Glorfindel asked.

Elrond winced at the stinging sensation in his body. The fresh water made his bleeding wounds sting, and the water was cold enough that wold put anyone into shock. Elrond nodded and closed his eyes willing himself to sleep through this torture.

"Ada, drink this." Elladan said soothingly. Elrond looked up at his son, he was holding a cup of a brown substance, what it was, he had no idea.

"What is it?" He groaned.

"Tea." Elladan replied. He did not tell his father about the secret ingredient in it.

"Thank you ion-nin." Elrond smiled faintly and drank the tea while Glorfindel continued to clean his leg wound. Elrond felt his eyes droop, and he silently groaned at his splitting headache. What was in that tea? He yawned and tried to lift a hand up to his throbbing temple. His hand hit the water with a loud splash, and he was out of the realm of the living, and entered into the land of unconciouness.

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"Glorfindel, should we get him out of the water now?" Elladan asked.

"Yes. Estel, is everything ready?" Glorfindel asked as the three elves moved to the river bank.

"Yes Glorfindel." Estel replied. He looked at the dripping form of his ada. "Should we change him out of his wet clothes first? Or do the opperation first?"

"Change him into dry clothes while I go and fetch some more blankets." Glorfindel replied. With that said he walked off to fetch blankets out of his saddle bag.

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Glorfindel covered his friend up with yet another blanket, then uncovered the leg wound. He looked, prodded, and examined it. He sighed then looked at Estel. He reached and got one of the tools and grasped the wire with it. He sighed then began to work the wire out of his friends leg. He got half of it out, but the wire would not come out any further. He sighed and grabbed the knife out of it's sheath.

"What are you going to do with that?" Elrohir gulped.

"I am going to cut the wound along the wire until I get it out fully." Glorfindel explained and began to cut the elven lord's leg.

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Glorfindel pressed a cloth up to the elven lord's bleeding leg. He could not get the blood flow to stop ever since he had got the wire out. There must had been blood thinners on that wire. He sighed and looked at Estel who was holding the knife over the fire. "Are you almost ready?"

Estel nodded and walked over to him, the handle of the knife covered with a cloth. He handed it to Glorfindel and he nodded. "Forgive me mellon." He whispered as he put the fiery blade on Elrond's leg.

Elrond's eyes fluttered open and he yelped in pain and anguish. "Saes Dero! Saes!" Elrond yelled, tears flowing down his face.

"I am sorry my friend." Glorfindel whispered swallowing back a lump in his throat, he continued with his procedure.

"Saes, Dero Saes, saes, dero, saes. Saes, Saes." Elrond pleaded. "Saes."

"We are almost done mellon, please hold on just a little while longer." Glorfindel whispered.

Elrond whimpered in pain. "Saes."

Glorfindel sighed, proud that he had stopped the blood flow, but upset that his friend was in pain. "It's over now my friend. Calm down."

Elrond whimpered once more, and curled up on the blanket on the ground. "Make the pain stop." He winced and bit his lip. A yelp broke from his lips and he clutched his hands around himself.

"Elrond, it is over now. We will not do that again, I promise you. Estel, do you have anything to apply to his burn?"

Estel began to rummage through his saddle bag. He sighed angrily. "No."

Elladan's heart crushed at the words. How could his little brother forget such an important thing? He moved closer to his ada and began to stroke his hair. He watched as the tears fell down his father's face. It hurt him to see his father like this. His father that had always been strong no matter what, now looked frail and fragile. "Calm down ada. The pain will be over soon."

"Oh Valar, Saes Dero, Saes! Saes make the pain stop! I will do anything! Saes!" Elrond cried out, pleading to Valar to make the pain stop.

"Ada, the pain will go soon, I promise." Elladan said soothingly.

Estel walked over and handed a cup to his brother. "Here, it will help him sleep, and with the pain."

Elladan nodded his gratitude. "Here ada, drink this."

Elrond nodded and drunk the liquid. Elrond's eyes immeadiately began to droop in sleep, and he was in the land of unconciousness just a few seconds after he had drunk it.

"Do you think that he will be getting better?" Estel asked.

"Hopefully." Lindir sighed. "What do you think Glorfindel?"

"The wound was deep, very deep. I had to make it deeper, and I fear the poison has already spread throughout his body. He's burning up with fever. The sooner we get him to Rivendell, the better." Glorfindel replied.

"How are we supposed to do that? He is in know means for travel!" Elladan snapped. Anger replacing the sadness and greif in his tone.

"Elladan, we will to the best we can gwador, that is all we can do." Elrohir replied while putting a reasuring hand on his brother's shoulder.

"No!" Elladan moved away from his brother's touch. "That's not good enough! We need him in Rivendell. If we would not have followed him none of this would have happened!"

"Elladan, calm down." Estel whispered. "You do not know what would and woudn't have happened. If we hadn't come maybe he would be worse right now."

"No." Elladan whispered and turned away. Tears streamed down his face as he stalked away in rage.

Elrohir, Estel, and Legolas rose to follow the ailing elf, but was stopped by Lindir's friendly voice.

"Leave him." Lindir spoke up.

"In his condition he will do something no doubtly stupid." Elrohir explained.

"Lindir's right. He needs time to think, and rest. You three should do the same. It's been three days since you last rested." Glorfindel replied.

"What about you and Lindir? And the soldiers? It's been atleast three days since you have rested too." Estel asked.

"I know, that is why I am sending Lindir to tell the soldiers to rest, and he will be resting as well." Glorfindel replied.

Lindir opened his mouth to protest. "No! What about you? You must be more tired than any of us."

"I am the eldest here, besides Lord Elrond, and what I say goes. I am in charge at his abscence, and you will be going to sleep. Off with you now."

The four grumbled and walked away to the camp where the soldiers were practicing.

Glorfindel watched as the four walked down to the valley. The sun was setting and he looked at the dimly lit fire. He looked down at Elrond. His friend's face was masked with pain and hurt. "I am sorry mellon, I wish I could take your pain."

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"I can't believe that he sent us over here to sleep." complained Elrohir as he handed a peice of roasted meat to his brother.

"I know. He want's us to rest, but he won't do it himself!" Legolas grumbled.

"Just like ada." Estel replied.

Lindir silently laughed. He looked over at the pale Glorfindel. He wondered how many days the advisor had went without eating. He looked over and realized there was none of the meat left. He sighed and once again stared at the advisor. He looked rather thin. Lindir blinked his eyes and sighed. "Maybe we should take a slight nap." He walked over to one of the tents that would accomidate five people. Estel, Legolas, and Elladan followed Lindir into the tent and with out a word the three laid down on blankets and slipped into the realm of a peaceful sleep.

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Glorfindel felt a tingling sensation in his body. What was happening to him. He tried to think, but nothing came to mind. He sighed trying to count the days he had been without something. "Rest, a week, water, atleast three hours, food..." Glorfindel thought. "That's what it is. The food and rest. A week." He looked at the camp below. They had fifty soldiers, and Elrond's family to feed. He could do with out food for a little while longer, and he would do without food for a little while longer. He reached in his saddle bag until he found what he was looking for. He chewed on the herb that made him not hungry for days, and he sighed. His head was pounding, and he could feel beads of sweat on his forehead. He closed his eyes slightly massaging his temple.

Snap...

"What was that?" Glorfindel thought. His eyes snapped open and he began to look around.

Snap, Crack, Snap...

"Maybe it's just Elladan."

Snap, Snap, Crack, Snap...

"Elladan, is that you?" Glorfindel asked while rising from his spot. He walked around Elrond's new found bed, but he saw no trace of Elladan. "Elladan!" He called.

He heard the whizzing of an arrow. "Ellad---" Glorfindel gasped when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He fell to the ground. "He----" He tried to call out for help when a hand was placed over his mouth. He was turned around causing the arrow to go deeper into his shoulder. He felt the burning and stinging sensations of a poison. His eyes widened in fear when he saw his captor, then a hilt of a blade knocked him unconcious.

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"Take these two!" He ordered and smiled watching his men take the ill elf lord, and now his wounded advisor away. They would pay for what they had done to him. Oh, how they would pay. He laughed a meaningful laugh and strode after his men, and the two bound elves.

To be continued...

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There you go another chapter. Who is that you may ask? Hmm, you'll see. I needed to add a twist to the story. More coming ASAP!