3 hours after the rock slide

The first Rays of the early morning sun started to make their way above the mountain peaks as two identical hooded figures made their way to the banks of the Bruinen.

"Dan?" One of them asked "I don't suppose you know what that bundle over there is?" He finished gesturing to the curled up form of Eldarion.

"Ro, I'm afraid that's a who not a what." Dan replied

"I don't suppose you know this who do you? Do you think it's Injured?"

All of a sudden a low muffled groan sounded.

"I do say brother, that was very un elflike." Ro exclaimed

"It was not me brother now get here and help me," The other replied already hunched over the cold, wet form of Eldarion. "Get a fire going and get my bag of herbs. Boe de nestad."

Ro knew this tone of voice his brother was using and took large strides back to camp. He knew not to mess with him when he was in healer mode and did precisely what he was told.

Dan had stripped Eldarion of his outer garments to get a better view of what he was working with. He made a mental list of the injuries the young human had sustained.

"Elrohir! Get your but here. It is worse than we thought!"

"Elladan, what has befallen the so called 'who?' What makes you call me back hear as if-"

"six broken ribs, a punctured lung, a dislocated ankle, broken right arm and various cuts and bruises. He has also taken on water and has a fever that's rising as we speak." Elladan said cutting off his brother.

Elrohir knelt down next to his brother. They worked quickly to try and stabilise what looked like a young mortal adolescent. After they were finished for that point of time, 'Dan and 'Ro moved Eldarion to the camp That they shared. Eldarion's skin tone was now a very similar whitish shade that matched the bandages the brothers had used. His forehead now burned with the fever and still continued to rise. This greatly worried the brothers as they knew they boy was definitely ill to some extent. They had tried to get Eldarion to cough up the water he had inhaled but it caused such pain to the boys chest that he ended up trying to curl in on himself. The brothers had done all they could for the boy at this point of time and worked to lower his fever.

Mid afternoon same day

He had a searing pain in his chest. His head throbbed, his left ankle was incredibly stiff and the rest of his body was an annoying dull ache that never left.

Why am I like this? Why am I in this pain? Where am I? Eldarion's mind was in scrambles "Daro saes. Adar!" He mumbled

He all of a sudden shot into a sitting position grabbing for his sword

Where is my sword? Where am I? He was about to jump up and run when a strong set of hands forced him to remain seated. "Daro ego!" Eldarion yelled. Who are these people that have me? Why won't they let me go?

All thought left him as Eldarion once again tried to run, this time jarring his ribs and curling into a ball of pain and defeat. Eldarion caught a glimpse of the figure that was holding him, he also saw the same one approach with a steaming cup.

This isn't happening. How is there two of them? Eldarion shut his eyes in pain as he felt gentle hands uncurl him and sit him up.

"Pedig edhellon?" The figure asked.

Eldarion just nodded slowly. "Pedin edhellen."

Then the other figure approached and held the cup to his lips. "Drink." Was the only word spoken. Eldarion turned his head away from the cup, eyes still shut. He was not taking the poison on offer.

"Come penneth. Drink this for us. It is to help with the pain." The figure holding him said shooting his brother a 'You fool, he is frightened, be nice' look.

"What of the poison you try give me? Boe?" Eldarion muttered.

"Nay 'tis not poison we give, but a tea our father created to aid the healing process. Yes you must drink it, lest you forfeit our help," The figure with the cup said "Now drink it please."

Eldarion nodded and allowed the brothers to give him the tea. He drank the cup dry and realised he was actually really thirsty.

"Do you have water?" He asked opening his eyes as the tea took effect.

Looking closely at the figure that had given him the tea he noticed that he had pointed ears.

Elf. Eldarion thought. He turned at looked at the other figure that helped him.

Another elf. They look identical. How?

He was thinking about this so hard that he barely noticed the water skin being handed to him.

"Penneth?" One of the elves asked handing him the skin.

Eldarion snapped to the present and nodded his thanks, claiming the skin by taking large mouthfuls of water.

"What is your name child?" One of the elves asked coming to sit in front of Eldarion.

"My name will be classified until I know I can trust you." Was his reply

"You can trust us. After all, we did heal you did we not?" The other elf said draping a cloak over Edarion's shoulders.

He snuggled into the cloak grateful for the warmth it supplied and then started talking

"I am Eldarion. Also I would like to know who you are before I say much else."

"I am Elladan," the elf in front of him said, "this is my brother Elrohir. We are from Rivendell. You have an interesting name. Where are you from?"

Elladan...Elrohir...Rivendell. Why have I heard this before? Eldarion thought about this for a while and then it clicked. Eldarion suddenly understood.

"You are the twin sons of Elrond." He stated rather than asked. No wonder they look so similar.

"We are. Where are you from? You never answered my question earlier." Elladan said.

"Oh, I am a son of Gondor."

"Your name is also quite interesting Eldarion," Elrohir said "it is unusual for edian to have names of elvish decent. How did you gain such a title?"

"It was a tribute to my fathers foster father and my mothers actual father. You know you remind me of-"

All of a sudden Eldarion's body was racked by a harsh coughing fit. It hurt to cough, but it also hurt not to as well. He continued coughing as all the river water left his lungs. Elladan was up I an instant to support the boy, keeping his back straight to allow the air to go through easier. The twins looked at each other with questioning glances. Elladan quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head to their camp. With a barely noticeable nod Elrohir went to pack up camp and Elladan tipped another concoction down Eldarion's throat. They could linger here no longer.

"Ro, his fever has returned. He needs adar's help back home. He's weak and the herbs I have aren't strong enough. I can't heel him out here."

"Quit your jabbering. Bring him. We are set to go."

Elladan handed Eldarion to Elrohir and swung onto his large white horse. He reached down to scoop Eldarion up from his brothers arms and sat him infront of himself and made sure that he was secure. He steered his horse towards home with Elrohir riding his identical horse right behind him.

Elvish used

Boe de nestad - he or she requires healing

daro saes - stop please

adar - father

Daro ego - stop go away

Pedig edhellon - do you speek elvish

pedin edhellon - I speak slvish

penneth - young one

boe - is it necessary