A/N: Fourth (and last) instalment to the 'Injured Elrond' series of drabbles, though this is a little different.
Justice
Eleniel: 17
Elrond would have laughed.
He really would.
Eleniel had run straight into Elladan, falling back on her arm and making it twist in what looked to be a very painful way only mere moments after Landion had told him he was allowed out of bed. That elleth had been tormenting him these past four and a half days, teasing him endlessly about how this was 'fair', and he 'had it coming', and so he found himself absentmindedly believing that Eru had purposefully made her fall so as to teach her a lesson.
But the way her face twisted into one of pure agony and a pained scream left her lips made him curse himself for almost laughing, and he launched off the bed, immediately making his way over to Elladan, who was now crouched down next to his sister and attempting to calm her down.
"Valar, El," he said, looking up at his father as he came to kneel next to them.
"It hurts," the elleth whined, tears streaming down her face.
Elrond gently took her arm in his hands, shaking his head as he saw the obvious break. "Rhaich," he muttered under his breath, glancing up as Landion came hurrying into the room.
"What on Middle-earth happened?" he asked, crouching down next to the Peredhil. The healer took one look at Eleniel's arm and teary face, and let out a long sigh, moving to help the elf lord. "I would say justice has been served, Elrond," he said with a tight smile, "but I do not believe now is the time."
Elvish used:
Rhaich – Curses
Oh no... poor El!
Does anyone have any idea as to why none of my new reviews are showing up on this fic? :o ~ Gre3nleaf