(Looks from behind a rock) Hiya again! (ducks from flying vegetables) I'm SO SORRY about the late update! (covers ears from screaming readers)
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Finnaly!
Glorfindel moved with the motion of his horse, eyes narrowed, focused on the mountains before him. The lord hadn't seen Thranduil yet, and it worried him. If anything, Thranduil should already be here!
Halting his horse, Glorfindel squinted into the distance - trying to see what he couldn't.
But there! He smiled. Horse men. And they were in the colours of Mirkwood. But what he noticed that made the lord frown was the fact that - as they came closer - There was a limp elf in the arms of another. With shocking understanding, Glorfindel pushed his horse into a gallop. Thranduil was the limp elf.
Lidian was as relieved as any could be when he noticed Glorfindel riding up to them. Thranduil had become limp a way back and the captian hadn't been able to wake him. Ilian - riding alongside the king and Lidian - feared that the injuries had gotten the better of the royal elf. Which was NOT good.
As Glorfindel met up with the mirkwoodian party, he looked worridly at the king and back at the two captains. While the lord turned his horse around and began to ride on the otherside of Lidian, Ilian sighed and started to relay the tale of how the King managed to get into the state he was in now.
"While we were in the mountains, Thranduil went ahead to scout. Orcs caught up with him, though, and fought him. By the time we found him, he had been shot by an orc arrow, and before we could kill all of the orcs, he was stabbed in the stomach."
"He was fine until about an hour or so ago." Lidian finnished. Glorfindel nodded distantly and said
"Well, Elrond is up ahead with a patrol of warriors, so Thranduil can be looked at then." Ilian and Lidian felt relief wash over them. At least they and the other warriors of Mirkwood will be able to rest. All three of their heads snapped to Thranduil as the king moaned and shook his head slightly.
"Thranduil?" Glorfindel tried.
"Leaf..." Thranduil whispered, not having heard his friend.
"Thranduil, you stubborn silvan!" The war advisor of Rivendell shouted. Said king raised his head slightly, frowning but still with his eyes closed.
"hollow headed, king of twigs! Wake up!" Glorfindel bellowed, much to the shock of the mirkwood soldiers, not to mention the two captains. Thranduil's eyes openned slightly and he croaked
"Am not... king... of twigs..." Glorfindel chuckled and continued
"Ah, but you admit to being hollow headed ?" The elven king smiled softly and chuckled also, but descended into coughing. Glorfindel's smile was wiped off of his face.
"Mellon nin?" He asked, "How are you feeling?" Thranduil shook his head, but stopped as it caused a headache to flare and the world to start to spin.
"Bad enough." He replied, bring a shakey hand to his head. Ilian and Lidian shared a suprised look with Glorfindel - the king didn't admit to injuries. Looking forward, Glorfindel saw the group of Elrond's men and the Lord himself.
"There! Lord Elrond!" He cried, waving his hand to get the lord's attention. It worked. Elrond raised his head and his eyes widened when he saw Thranduil's state. Dismounting, the lord started to give orders for a camp to be set up.
As the mirkwood warriors halted before the Rivendell elves, Elrond took out his healing bag and ruhed over to where Lidian had set Thranduil down.
While the dark haired lord examined the fair haired king, Lidian and Ilian retold how the king came to be in his present state. When Elrond came to the arrow wound in the king's shoulder he began to curse.
"Poison!" he said.
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They had been running for atime they didn't care for. All they had in mind was to get the injured elf in Elladan's arms to their Adar.
The end of the forest was in sight. It gave the three able and conscious elves (and man) the burst of energy to get there. As one, Elladan, Elrohir and Aragorn burst through the tree boundary. Looking around them, the ranger frowned.
"Elrohir," He panted "Can you hear or see anything?" The younger twin straightened and squinted into the distance, straining his ears for any friendly sound. After a while to no avail, Aragorn began to cast off the thought of Elrond being anywhere near. Suddenly, Elrohir gave a joyous cry and pointed around the forest border.
"Over there!" He cried, praticly jumping with excitment. "It's Ada! And some of the Rivendell warriors!" Elladan pirked up at this and lifted Legolas into his arms once more, turning in the direction where his twin had shown. Starting off again, but with renowned hope, the three brotherss (and prince) headed for their father.
A little while later, Aragorn could see the camp teh warriors of Rivendell had made.
"Quickly!" He exclaimed, movin a bit faster.
"Estel," Elladan said. Aragorn looked back.
"You run ahead and tell them we're coming. That way they can prepare a litter of some kind for Legolas." The ranger nodded to his foter brother and, casting a worried glance at the limp prince in the Twin's arms, took off at a run for the camp.
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They heard him before any spotted him.
"ADA!" Elrond whipped around at the shout for him, looking in the direction of the wood's border.
A smile broke his serious demeanor when he saw Aragorn running into camp, waving his hand in the air.
"Estel!" The lord called as the ranger spotted him and made his way through camp hastily. Elrond greeted his foster son with an embrace. Pulling back at arms length, The dark haired elf frowned.
"Where are you brothers?" He asked worridly.
"They are on their way, don't worry." Aragorn answered, quenching his foster father's worry. But just as one question was answered, another sprang to the Rivendell Lord's mind.
"Why are they not with you?" The man's eyes widened as he remembered.
"Oh, adar! They are carrying Legolas! He is badly injured! Thats why I ran ahead!" Looking into Elrond's deep brown eyes, the ranger added,
"He desperately needs your skills, Adar." The lord could only nod, thoughts already drifting to the young prince. He was interrupted, however, by a gasp. Glancing back at his foster son, Elrond found him staring down at the unconscious Thranduil.
"Is this the king of Mirkwood?" The ranger asked, dumbfounded.
"What happened to him?" He asked again, seeing the blood specked bandages around the king's bare stomach and shoulder.
"He was caught in an orc attack on the way here, young man." Glorfindel replied, appearing as if from no-where.
"Tell me what happened." Aragorn said determindly. Elrond sighed, knowing by the set mask of determination on his foster son's face that he would not be allowed to move without an annoying young man at his ear until he told the king's tale.
"Well, by what we have been told, they were on their way through the Misty Mountains..."
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"Come on, Elladan. It's only a little way ahead."
"But, Elrohir..."
"There is no point WHATSOEVER in checking the prince now when the camp, may I add, containing Ada, Glorfindel, healing supplies, warriors..."
"OK! I get it already!" Elladan sighed.
"I'm just worried. He hasn't moved since his leg got worse in the forest a while back." Elrohir mimicked his twin's sigh.
"I know, but-"
"Hir Elrohir! Hir Elladan!" Both brothers turned at the sound of their names being called and saw a warrior of Mirkwood - suprisingly - riding up to them with two horses following his own behind. The twins drew a relieved breath as the green and brown clad elf halted before them, quickly dismounting and rushing over to the form in Elladan's arms.
"My prince..." He whispered, gently caressing a pale cheek.
Face slightly pale, the warrior looked up and whistled to the two other horses, who came trotting towards them.
"Lord Aragorn ran into camp a little while ago, telling your father about the prince. I set out as soon as I could find two spare horses close enough for use. Here, I'll take the prince while you mount."
Carefully handing Legolas to the mirkwoodian elf, Elladan followed the Mirkwood elf's instructions, as did Elrohir, and when he was ready Legolas was handed back up to him.
"Come!" Elrohir cried from the front of the other two,
"Let us hurry back to camp!" And so started the two rivendell elves and two mirkwood elves the ride back.
It wasn't a long ride - about half an hour. But at a fast gallop. When the three horses and riders arrived at the elven camp, a shout went up from the guard and Elrond soon ran into sight. Elrohir dismounted and was handed Legolas, though after Elladan also had both feet on the ground he replaced the prince in his brother's arms. Elrond was staring at the blonde elf worridly.
"Ada!" Elrohir cried as he flung his arms around his father, finally free of any burden. The lord of Imladris smiled into his son's long, dark hair.
"Ion nin." Still carrying the Prince, Elladan smiled broadly. Elrond smiled back.
"Tis good to see you unharmed!" He exclaimed as they made their way through camp - rather like Aragorn had done an hour or so ago.
"I was so worried for you! All of you!"
"Aye.." Elladan started, glancing at the still form in his hold.
"But not ALL of us are well, ada." The dark haired elven lord sombered at once.
"I fear you are right, ion nin. But I feel that having the young prince's father here will help." Elrohir's head whipped round to face him.
"What do you mean, his father? You don't mean..."
"Aye, that I do. Thranduil is here. But not in the best condition, I worry." Just as Elrond completed his sentence, The three dark haired elves entered the area where Thranduil was being treated. Glorfindel sat at the Woodland king's head, one hand resting on the other elf's forehead. Aragorn sat on the other side of him, watching intently.
"Any change, Mellon nin?" Glorfindel looked up and smiled when he saw the two sons of Elrond safe. But his mile wavered and fell when he caught sight of the elf in Elladan's grasp.
Quickly standing, the Rivendell advisor walked back and motioned the young lord to place Legolas down beside the king. Elladan did so, stepping back ever so slightly before sitting down next to the prince. He had grown concerned about thw younger elf - almost like a brother's concern.
It was going to be a long afternoon and night, Elrond thought as he knelt and started to cast his healer - tuned eyes over the blonde archer's still body.
a very long afternoon an night.
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There! (looks from teh door to readers)
I updated at last! (Glances back at the door)
I'm going to... go ... and... get some pie! Yes, get some pie... (Pegs it out of the door with readers hot on her heals)
Elven -
Mellon nin - My friend
Ion nin - My son
Hir (Hir nin) - Lord (My lord)
Yours,
Hunter of Valar xxx