And I present to you chapter 7!

"Elladan?" Elrohir called softly to his twin, helping him slide off his horse.

Elladan lifted his head, looking up at his brother.

"Elladan! Are you feeling better?!" The twin exclaimed in excitement.

Elladan gave him a small smile, and then groaned.

"Here," Elrohir said, holding some water up to his lips. Elladan drank it slowly, sighing as the cool liquid slid down his thought. "Better?"

Elladan nodded, and clutched his side.

"I have to check on the wound," Elrohir told him. Elladan didn't protest, as Elrohir pulled up his shirt and started to un-wrap the bandage. A slight trickle of blood oozed out of the wound, but it seemed to be doing better.

Elrohir reached into a small pouch he kept, which was filled with herbs and other items for healing. It was more of a first aid kit, only to help for a little while, until he would be able to get him to their Ada. He pulled out a handful of crushed herbs, and pressed them against his twin's wound.

Elladan clenched his teeth, and sucked in a sharp breath as Elrohir did so. A flash of pain shot through Elrohir, and he shut his eyes momentarily. He hated the fact that his brother was going through so much pain, and there twin bond only reminded him if it more. Elrohir found a clean cloth, and re-wrapped the wound.

"It is looking better," Elrohir told him. What he didn't tell him, was that if they did not hurry to Imladris, Elladan might not make it. The wound was healing, but it needed the aid of Elrond to finish the course.

"Come, we must go now," Elrohir said, lifting his brother. Elladan let his brother help him up; he tried to mount his horse on his own. He failed, but Elrohir was there to help him up.

Elladan glanced around, and mustered the strength to mutter a few words, "Where is Glorfindel?"

.-.

"Lord Celeborn," Erestor greeted.

"Erestor," he gave a bow of his head, his eyes searching behind the chief counselor. "Where is my daughter?"

"This way, my Lord," Erestor said, turning to lead him, his black robes swishing around him.

As they neared the rooms, Elrond came out to greet them. "Celeborn," he said, his eyes filled with hope, and sadness. "Has Galadriel come?"

"She will come, but she was delayed at the time."

"That is good to hear. Come, Celebrían will be overjoyed to see you."

Celeborn gave a small smile, and followed his son-in-law.

"Celebrían," Elrond said softly, as he pushed the door open. "He is here."

Celebrían looked up, her eyes dull and grey, her face filled with sorrow and pain. She stood, her face seemed to light up the slightest when she saw him.

"Ada!" She exclaimed softly. She stood frozen for a moment, wondering if this was a dream. Until he spoke her name. At the familiar sound of his voice, she rushed forward to greet him, tears coming to her eyes.

"Ada! You came!"

"Yes, yes, I did," he said quietly, wrapping his arms around her to comfort her. "Nothing would stop me from seeing my beloved daughter."

Elrond gave a curt nod to Erestor, who then backed out of the room, to give them time alone.

"Celeborn."

Celeborn looked up at Elrond.

"I will go... check on the meal. I will return in a while."

"Thank you," Celeborn said, understanding what he meant.

.-.

"Erestor," Lindir called out softly, moments after he had left the room. Erestor turned to see the minstrel, a worried expression on his face.

"They still have not returned."

"We will give them a little more t-" he was interrupted as an elf came rushing up to him. "Erestor!" he exclaimed.

"What is it?"

"Elladan and Elrohir!" He gasped out, "They are in the courtyard, and one of them is badly wounded!"

Erestor's eyes widened slightly, and he turned to Lindir, "Go inform Elrond of th- Never mind, I will. Lindir, go with him and help aid the wounded brother to the healing halls!"

Lindir rushed off after the warrior that hand informed them of the matter. As they burst out into the courtyard, they met one of the twins helping a very wounded brother.

"Can you care for the horses?" Lindir asked the elf.

The warrior cast a nervous glance at the brothers, and then hurried off to do as told. Lindir came around to Elladan's side, and slipped an arm around him, helping them along. Elrohir was whispering something to his twin, and trying to walk faster while half carrying Elladan. Lindir trying to help anyway he could.

As the neared the healing halls, they heard someone, and turned to see Elrond rushing toward them. Anger filtered through his eyes, but was quickly returned with worry, and concern.

"What happened?" He asked, reliving Lindir to help with Elladan.

"He was-" Elrohir hesitated before answering, "We were hunting orcs."

"They came this close to our borders?"

"No," Elrohir replied softly after hesitating. "We went looking for them."

"Th- I will speak with you later. We must hurry, where did Erestor go. Lindir will you find him."

"Yes, my Lord," Lindir replied with a bow if his head, then turned and hurried off. As he ran around a corner, he almost collided with Erestor. "Lord Elrond needs you!" Lindir exclaimed.

"I feared so," Erestor said. "Will you watch for Glorfindel? He had not returned, and I am worried for him."

.-.

"Will he heal?" Elrohir asked worriedly, staring down at his twin.

"If we hurry," Elrond replied. "The wound was deep, and he needs urgent care."

"What can I do?" Elrohir asked.

"Get some clean bandages," Elrond told him, searching through his herbs. "AH!" He exclaimed, upon finding what he was searching for. He rushed to Elladan's side, and ripped open the bloody wrappings.

"Elrond, you needed me?"

Elrond glanced up to see Erestor, "Yes." He paused suddenly, as if realizing something. "Where is Glorfindel?"

.-.

Glorfindel spotted the thick, low hanging branch when he reached back for another arrow. Without a second thought, he slipped the bow over his shoulder and reached up, as his horse ducked its head and galloped under the branch. With one swift movement, he swung himself up onto the branch. Flipping himself over, and standing. He landed lightly, and reached up, jerking himself unto a higher branch.

Below, the wargs started running under him, oblivious to what had just happened. Glorfindel loaded an arrow onto his bow, and let it go into the lead warg. With a cry, and slammed into the ground, yelping as it did so, and then falling silent as it died.

The other beast ignored it, and kept on, only to be met with the sharp end of an arrow.

One after another they went down, only the thought of catching the elven rider.

The wargs started to get confused, why where their comrades dying? Where was the enemy coming from?

Glorfindel heard a snarl below him, and risked a peek down. Below, one of the wargs where sniffing around the tree. Glorfindel quietly slipped an arrow onto the string, and aimed the bow downwards. He wasn't used to shooting in a downward position, and if he didn't get this shot right, it would be over.

Taking in a deep breath, he double checked his aim. Then let the arrow go.

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