The next few days had little happening except the adjusting to normal life for recent releases from the healing ward, silent worry and prayer for those who suffered more, and continuing tension for five people. Elrohir still had not even twitched since that first night, the only movements were done by other people. Healing, his leg was mending slowly, but the signs were there, as were the scrapes slowly scabbing. Elrohir's breathing had also eased to a normal and easy pattern, which was a blessing. The greyness was slowly fading also, yet that did not show any encouragement that Elrohir was any closer to surfacing to the land of life.

Elrond was reaching his limit, now becoming himself a bit grey and old looking from grief, in response to, in his mind, an inevitable. Estel was still hopeful, yet that was slowly dissipating as the days went by. Elladan, he was mending as an elf should, for most of the minor bruises and wounds had disappeared, and with aid he could walk a little bit, but was not to put much pressure on his leg, and still could not use his right arm. But emotionally, he was as low as his father. Erestor, though he was not often present, grieved silently for his lord and his family, and for the bright mind he had helped refine in Elrohir's youth.

As for Glorfindel…

Yes, the Vanya was sad and concerned for the ones who endured this trial, yet he did not outwardly express it often, and strangely enough coped with it rather well. Time spent in Mandos must have done it. Glorfindel would often be working near Elrohir, by permission of the others of course. For whatever reason, the Vanya would not say: only continuing with paper-work and occasionally observing the comatose elf from time to time.

Two weeks since the accident, however…

"Adar, please allow me to be with my twin? There are not many healers surrounding him now..."

Elrond was lounging on one of the couches that were in the center room, disconnected from a lot of things. At this point he was waiting for the news that Elrohir had passed. They did all was possible, and even prevented infection happening…The ring would be useless, for it cannot unravel the depths of one's mind when so deeply gone. Even then, no one knew how the mind worked anyway.

Elrond noticed that Elladan did not finish his question, and the half-elf's older son was looking down in shame and sadness. Both Elladan and Estel were on different lounging seats. Estel was listening to the birds chirp away outside and the breeze whistling softly through the trees. Glorfindel was yet again hiding somewhere in Elrohir's alcove.

"Why has he not woken up yet?" Estel questioned again, this time with more grief than before. "Elves recover faster, and his wounds are not at the healing stages they should be."

"Blood loss can cause many hindering factors…" Elrond responded tiredly. He was not feeling kind as summer right now.

Estel looked at his foster father and then his brother, who was beginning to drift again. "There is more to it though."

At this Elladan was awake. The peredhel expressed the dour mood, yet with thought at the adan's statement. Looking to his father, Elladan sought an answer. And Elrond provided it.

"You have the right to tell Estel, if you desire to."

Elladan gazed at nothing; Estel throwing a look of inquiry. The former sighed. "Yes, there is more to it that may be why Elrohir is not waking up. Many years ago-"

"My lord! Lord Elrohir is weeping!"

Three heads snapped up at this; Elrond instantly on his feet and entering the alcove. Glorfindel was sitting in a corner with a transportable scribe table. The elf in possession of the object looked at the still body of Elrohir, who was positioned on his side and facing the main chamber, with calm.

Elrond was at the head of the bed and knelt down to get a better look. Indeed, tear streaks covered Elrohir's face, yet there was no sign of distress or any emotion for that matter. Lifting an eyelid, the silver orb beneath was staring at nothing, but responded to light normally. Elrond let out a disappointed sigh.

"I do not know why he weeps, but let us try and get some herbs in him." He jerked his head towards the attendee and she went out. The lord of Imladris looked up at Glorfindel, who still looked eerily calm. This seemed to annoy the peredhel. "Help me get Elrohir on his back, please."

Glorfindel said nothing; he set aside the table and arose to assist his lord in the requested task. Elladan and Estel were still sitting in the main chamber, now with renewed sadness that nothing changed. But why would a deeply unaware person be weeping…?

In the process of turning Elrohir over, Elrond felt a few spasms in reaction to pain coming from the body. This sent his heart both stopping and leaping. Hope and fatherly concern reflected on his face. Elrond looked to Glorfindel and was confused by the lack of change of expression.

"He is not that deep under now, if there are pain responses." The Vanya said neutrally.

The two outside looked on with anticipation; Elrond was just dumbfounded in the mix of emotion with Glorfindel. Elrohir was on his back again, and about the same time also the healer was back with medicinal water. She sensed the desire to be left alone, and acquiesced to her lord's wish after handing him the cup.

"Elrohir, this will help with any hurt you are feeling." The elf-lord said and raised the wounded's head up slightly so he would not choke. Nigh immediately after some of the liquid entered Elrohir's mouth, his eyes partially opened. Elrond about lost hold of the container in euphoria, and grinned. The peredhel did not notice that Estel had slowly made his way to the archway.

"Íon, you do not know how well it is to see you awake." Nothing. Elrohir did not even appear to have heard his sire's words: his face set into a neutral and dull look. The only thing that was different, and if not a bit abnormal, was the continuous swallowing long after Elrond had administered the medicine. The younger twin's eyes were set onto something also, that being the edge of a nearby window.

"Adar?" Estel asked tentatively. Elladan behind him was getting restless, and was very much wishing he could get up and move to the crowd right now.

"A moment, Estel." Elrond said tersely. He continued watching the younger twin, who by now had stopped the swallowing motion, now only staring at the archway lifelessly, "Elrohir, look at me, please." Still nothing. Panic was slowly beginning to build up at this. Please, let it not be this way. The peredhel's voice grew a bit sharper. "Elrohir?" Another faint spasm and Elrond turned to see Glorfindel's hand near the area where the bone pierced the skin. The elf-lord's eyes lit up with anger.

"That was deliberate, my lord." Glorfindel said coolly. "Look, he does not even show any sign of acknowledgement to it beyond a natural body response."

Estel spoke again, now sounding scared. "A-adar, lord G-glorfindel, what is-"

"Please sit with Elladan and keep him sitting," Glorfindel answered quickly, moving to obscure Elrohir from view.

Elrond indeed looked when Glorfindel said to; he even began rubbing along Elrohir's collarbone. Still Elrohir just stared with indifference to the pain he was most certainly feeling.

Glorfindel just looked with grave calmness to the whole scene, eyes becoming slightly glassy regardless. Elrond did not need to continue this, for it was quite obvious, but the gold-haired did nothing, and bowed his head.

Elrond carefully moved Elrohir's head so that he faced the ceiling, then using his index finger put it in front of Elrohir's line of sight. The eyes caught on the moving object; this gave Elrond some hope, but when he moved it beyond perception, the younger twin was yet again staring at nothing.

Elrond bit his lower lip and his shoulders sagged. It was pointless to continue, yet he asked anyway, voice filled with slipping emotion. "Elrohir, blink for me?" It was obvious that he did not expect any response, and no response was all he received.

Quiet descended. Grieving and mourning in the alcove, while anxious in the center rom. The elven lords just looked at each other, silently communicating it seemed. Elrond gave a sigh and stood up finally, and stood at the archway.

The elder twin and the young adan stared at their father anxiously; yet again it was Estel who spoke. "What has happened? Elrohir, he was awake…"

Elrond shook his head tiredly. "Awake, yes…" he stopped. "But he is not aware anymore."