They sat stunned at this. Elrond said nothing else and simply left the suite altogether with sad resignation. Elladan sat gaping and in disbelief; Estel was confounded. They noticed Glorfindel was still with Elrohir.

"Get me up." Elladan finally said.

Estel blinked, "But Glorfindel said-"

"I can hear both of you," aforementioned elf interrupted. "No, you are staying where you are Elladan. I will be out in a moment."

"But he should not be left alone."

"Elrohir will not even notice; nor would he care right now."

Estel again blinked and watched as Elladan slumped in submission. He heard the barely audible footsteps of the golden-elf and said elf stood before his lord's aware progeny, still startlingly calm despite the situation.

"I don't…I don't understand what is wrong." Estel said quietly. "Elrohir was looking…"

"Moving objects, but nothing else." Glorfindel glanced to the older twin who continued to be submissive, then back to Estel.

The adan lifted his eyes up to the balrog-slayer. "Then what? He is an elf, and should not be so-"

"We are not full elves." Elladan interrupted sadly. "…We have not chosen yet."

Estel stared with more confusion. "That does not mean a lot though. You are more elf than man anyway."

"Glorfindel, may I return to my bed for some peace?" The twin plead to his mentor. "This…this is too much to take in right now…"

The balrog-slayer nodded and moved to help Elladan in this request. Estel ended up staring again while the two elves did their own thing. The adan deftly made his way over to Elrohir who was continuing to lay listlessly staring off into space. Estel took the sight in. The younger twin was only doing thus: Staring, blinking, and breathing. That was all there was. Biting his lower lip, Estel placed a hand on the motionless elf's shoulder.

"Ro, this is not funny, whatever it is you are doing. Please, please move if you can hear me?" Nothing. Desperate, Estel pinched some skin and was hopeful for a response. Disappointment was all he got.

"Estel…"

The adan looked over his shoulder to see the Vanya standing there watching. Still clinging to one argument: "Elrohir is an elf…this is not supposed to happen!"

Glorfindel said naught. He inched his way over to his corner and chair and sat. The seneschal let some time pass before he broke the silence. "You know Elrohir is more reserved and shyer than his twin."

Estel nodded, "Yes…maybe there are some moments where he seems to draw a blank or takes longer to respond. I always think he is just thinking things over."

"You are not wrong. But what if I tell you it was because of a head injury, and before he was about as springy and lively as Elladan?"

Estel started gaping again. His mind could not wrap around the number of things that could happen in an elf's life. "But he seemed so normal…"

Glorfindel leaned back in his seat and looked outside to the trees. "Elves are able to cover things very well, as you know. It took some time after the initial incident before Elrohir was able to really live normally…and bear arms." The Vanya looked to be reflecting those times.

Estel drifted back to Elrohir. "But what does that have to do with…now?"

"The damage hampered the ability to process and interpret things at a normal rate, thus the cause to the small change to his personality…it is more sensitive to harm than normal. With the shock and blood loss combined with this past hurt, well…this is the result."

Estel watched mutely and waved a hand in front of Elrohir's face. The eyes tracked the hand slowly, unable to truly catch on with the movement. If the elf was aware, he probably would be dizzy. Estel sadly observed, it was almost like watching a newborn, except without movement or response to anything. "How…how long will this last?"

Glorfindel also watched the movement. "Elrohir is strong…this may last for a little under a month. That could be likely considering the elven blood."

Estel lifted a brow. "My lord, have you…?" The question was left hanging.

The Vanya pressed his lips into a thin line and did not answer, rather he stood up and grasped Estel's shoulder to lead him away. "I need to speak to your father and send a couple healers to be with your brothers." Glorfindel stopped speaking as they headed to the way out. Estel shrugged the hand off and stared at the tall ellon. The balrog-slayer saw the question in the silver orbs. "There is nothing you can do, little one. Elrohir will have to come back when his body is able to, not when we want to."

Estel frowned. "But…there must be something I can do to help. Feeding, or just sitting with him…?"

"Those are a couple things…but what of Elladan?"

The adan bit his lip and sighed. "…This will be much harder for Elladan and Adar…" Estel turned and opened the door, "I will do what you or the others tell me to do."

Glorfindel nodded his approval. "Be there for them, child. Novaer, Estel."

"Novaer, hír nín."

Each went down the corridor. The Vanya to appoint healers and then to speak to Elrond, and Estel to try and figure out what to do in the meantime.

Elladan eavesdropped in silence to the other two aware occupants. When they left, the elder twin strained his eyes to glance at Elrohir. His heart felt heavy seeing his twin like this, completely at the mercy of those around. There have been a couple edain he had seen like this. They did not survive, or they passed silently due to withdrawal of care. They were not full elves, true…but surely this will not be permanent. It was not, the last time.

Shifting slightly on the mattress, Elladan focused towards the connection the family shared. Elrohir's presence was gone. They could not bring Elrohir back to himself…

Elladan curled on himself slightly and exhaled a shuddering breath, 'This is not fair to you, brother. Please do not fade away…'

"My lord, this is not the end…"

"How do you know? How do you know he will not remain a plant forever, or once more unable to fend for himself?"

"The fact that he woke up at all is encouraging. Mellon, give Elrohir time to get his head sorted out."

Elrond held a breath in grief and frustration, hands holding his head and elbows on his knees. Glorfindel was standing before him, not phased with the attitude that came from the half-elf. Erestor was present earlier, but when Elrond bade him return to his work, left.

Elrond shot a glare to the golden-elf. This was just too much, too much…he would not be able to live losing a child before their time, especially one that has yet to decide their fate. This forced circumstance, if Elrohir wanted to live and regain his health. What was annoying was Glorfindel being so calm about it. "Why do you look and sound like you know what to do?"

Glorfindel looked hesitant but he answered readily enough. "It may be because I do know."

"So you expect me to simply let you watch over Elrohir while I try and keep things under control? Abandon him completely to others' mercy?"

Glorfindel now looked a bit angry also, "How is this different from the last time, aside from fewer people to help you endure this? Do you expect yourself to be able to sit there every day with just a shell? Dig deeper into the pit of hopelessness for every lack of response? What will the Vale do when her master refuses to do his part?"

Eärendilion appeared worn again, and lost the anger. He sat up straighter. "I cannot lose another…I cannot." The elf-lord scoffed humorlessly. "And to think that it was wild men that started this, and now a blasted rockslide…" A pause, "…You are going to be with my son regardless of what I say, are you?"

"Only with your leave, of which I beg for at this point. Elrond…please consider what is best for everyone and for yourself, and trust me when I say I know what to look for."

Elrond was too tired to think deeply on the topic, only submitting to the Vanya's demands. "How long do you think it will go on…?"

Glorfindel set his gaze elsewhere. "I reckon a month at least…Elrohir just needs time to sort that maze of his out…"

"Or I will be forced to kill my own blood." Elrond said miserably.

Glorfindel sighed. "Please, wait for a time, my lord. For now, I entreat that you focus on your own wellbeing and that of your other sons. You know where Elrohir is if…you must see him."

Elrond used the silence as dismissal, however the golden-elf placed a consoling hand on the peredhel's shoulder ere departing. Elrond simply covered his face with his hands and gave a shuddering exhale. In his brain, he wondered: what did he do to deserve this tragedy for a second time?

A/N Thank you for favoriting/following/commenting, readers.

One: Erestor's ancestry/family relationships is an adopted canon that my older sister developed years ago, with some of my own changes to fit my canon. So credits to her for the original idea.

Two, and more importantly: the chapter after the next one is where things might get bumpy, given it's been maybe half a year since I actually continued writing in the document, so writing style may have changed since last year. And, plot/story wise, since I have fleshed more of it out over the months, might have a small hiccup before it smooths out. But you are the judges.

May life treat everyone well.