Lord Elrond had been working for half a day before he had managed to remove enough of the damage to identify the creature he was healing. It had been the woven mithril armor that had initially told him of the other's identity but he had not wanted it to be true and did not accept it until he had begun to heal the right side of the creature's face. The major wounds had been addressed and the main work was in the reconstruction now. As moonlight skin and raven hair returned where there had been nothing recognizable Elrond had felt his stomach clench. There were not many in Middle Earth he truly considered personal friends. There were many acquaintances but few friends and it tore him up inside to see one of his friends in such a state. None the less the Lord of Imladris had pushed on.
It took another half of a day to heal the right side of the raven haired elf's body. Elrond hadn't even begun to attempt to reconstruct the left yet. He knew that he didn't have the strength for that after healing the rest. And so he had bandaged the left side thoroughly with a paste of healing herbs and starlight and left to rest. As always he would stay in the room with his patient. Elrond disliked the idea of leaving lest something should happen in the night. And indeed something did happen as Elrond was resting. Thranduil, having escaped from his own healers, had wandered back in to see how Himelon was doing. Elrond had been roused from his sleep by soft whispers and a smell that didn't belong. As he'd risen from the bed Elrond saw Thranduil sitting near the bedside gently stroking Himelon's right cheek and singing softly and sweetly to him. There would have been no problem with this had it not been stirring Himelon. The raven haired elf's body was not yet ready to receive his conscious mind just yet and the soft whimpers and movements that Himelon was attempting told of how Himelon was trying to wake. Elrond had moved swiftly and silently to try and convince Thranduil to go and rest but the Elven King was having none of it. He didn't budge even when Elrond had pulled gently on his arm in attempt to get him to stand.
"You're going to wake him," Elrond spoke softly and yet sharply as his hazel eyes stared into Thranduil's blue ones, "Waking him up might just kill him." The last statement had been enough to silence Thranduil's soft melody but unfortunately the damage was done. The soft whimpers and small movements were growing. More in attempt to put Himelon back to sleep than anything else Elrond had swiftly retrieved some valerian and placed the smoking bundle under Himelon's nose. It did nothing. The whimpers became groans which ultimately grew into an ear piercing scream as Himelon's pale blue eyes shot open. He was conscious and well aware of his injuries. It had taken both Elrond and Thranduil's strengths to hold the raven haired elf down as he cried out and thrashed hopelessly. Too often had Elrond and Thranduil both seen this exact response end in the death of the injured if not dealt with immediately. And so with Thranduil holding Himelon down Elrond removed the bandages and did all that he could to heal the raven haired elf's left side.
By the time Elrond had finished healing Himelon the sun had risen and set again. Even then Himelon's left side was not entirely healed. There was nothing more that could be done and Himelon was asleep again but the scars were still difficult to look at. Most of the face had been reconstructed well but there was still a gaping wound on Himelon's cheek that revealed the inside of the mouth and jaw bone. The raven haired elf's left eye was also unrecoverable and sat blind in its socket. Moving down the neck there was a deeply carved indentation at the collarbone that revealed said bone beneath it. Along the raven haired elf's left arm were deep indentations that bunched together with silvery skin and scar tissue. Himelon's left side was left marked with an indentation that revealed the top of the hipbone and curved sharply inward at the stomach with more of the silvery skin and scar tissue. Lastly down his left leg were silver rivers of scar tissue that almost looked like spider webs.
Elrond let out a shaky sigh as he collapsed into a nearby chair. He was exhausted and couldn't believe that Himelon had even survived. As the Lord of Imladris let his eyes wander the room lazily he cast a soft gaze at Thranduil who still stood at the foot of the bed taking in the sight before him. For a moment Elrond thought the starlight haired King might leave and take his men back to Greenwood hoping to forget about Himelon. That was until he saw Thranduil bend down and whisper softly against the raven haired elf's ear. As he spoke the scarred areas began to fade into seamless perfection of what they once were.
"You've healed the scars?" the question came more in disbelief than anything from Elrond. He had never heard of such techniques existing that could heal the scars from a dragon's breath. And yet that is exactly what had appeared to have happened.
"I hid them." the statement was spoken softly by Thranduil but carried all the weight of Middle Earth with it. The scars were still there. Just no longer visible. Elrond nodded softly and let his eyes close. Elves being a bit of a vain race do not take well to such injuries. By hiding the scars Thranduil was sparing Himelon the embarrassment that would come with the stares and disgusted glances that would surely come should the scars be on display. It was a kind gesture if nothing else. Yet again Elrond had expected the Elven King to take his leave. Yet again he did not. Instead Thranduil pulled up a free chair and took watch over the sleeping elf. He would wait there as long as necessary until Himelon awoke.