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Elladan and Elrohir's Not So Excellent Adventure  by Fiondil

VII: Nin Amorthaneg

Thandir and Eluwen watched from a safe distance as the twins attempted to cross the stream by means of the pine tree. At first, it seemed as if they were going to make it, but then something happened and they saw Elrohir fall, the tree roll over and then heard the youngster’s screams as he was neatly pinned under the weight of the tree. They watched the fruitless attempts to free Elrohir and it was then that Thandir made a decision.

"Run to Lórien," he said to Eluwen softly, never taking his eyes off the twins. "Run as if Morgoth’s own hounds were after you and bring aid. I will do what I can in the meantime."

Eluwen did not hesitate, but threw her pack, bow and quiver to the ground, then gave her husband a quick kiss before she was off. She might not be able to cross this stream or the Celebrant, but she knew enough of the lie of the land to know that she need only continue due east to bring her down to the Vales and from there to Lórien. She did not know if any rescue would be on time, but she did not think of that at the moment. All that mattered at the moment was that she run as quickly as she could.

Not even the hounds of Valinor could have matched her for swiftness then.

****

Elladan gasped at the sound of the voice and the touch of the hand, looking up to find another elf standing there.

"Th-thandir? What are you doing here?" he asked in wonder.

Thandir smiled gently down at the younger elf. "One might ask you the same, penneth. Should you and your brother not be crossing the Redhorn Pass right about now?"

The younger elf groaned and then tried to stifle a sob. "He’s dying, Thandir. Elrohir’s dying and I can’t move the tree."

Thandir nodded. "Stay with him and I will see what I can do."

He moved closer to the pine and placed a hand on its lower trunk attempting to communicate with it. As a Noldo he was not as skilled in talking with trees as the Sindar or their Silvan cousins, but he had learned much from them over the last several millennia. He was shocked, therefore, when the only response from the tree was a cold indifference.

Sighing he stepped back towards Elladan and knelt beside him, ignoring the water lapping into his boots. He felt Elrohir’s throat for a pulse. It was weak and irregular but still there.

"The tree will not move for me and I have not the strength to move it myself."

"What of Elrohir? He’ll die if we don’t get him out of this water."

"Then we must make sure he does not until help arrives."

"Help?" Elladan asked somewhat stupidly.

"Do you have any warm clothing in your packs?" Thandir asked, ignoring Elladan’s question. Without bothering to wait for an answer, he stood up and grabbed the packs, throwing them open, pulling out the two Mannish tunics which the dwarves had insisted the elves take with them. Thandir had not seen them before and he blinked at the brightness of the colors. He was hard-pressed not to grin at the image of the twins dressed in them and schooled his expression to more sober tones.

"One of these will do. Get that cloak off him."

"The tunic will just get wet. What good will that do?"

Thandir didn’t bother to reply, but bent down to examine the area where Elrohir’s right foot was caught. The left foot appeared to be free, which would make things easier. He stood up, searching for what he needed. There. Running back up the bank and then towards the waterfall he came to where some flat stones lay half-submerged in the stream. They were not large nor heavy and he was able to shift them without much trouble. He brought one back to where Elladan still sat looking at him somewhat stupidly. Thandir was sure the ellon was suffering from shock as much as his twin at this point.

He went back to retrieve some more rocks then looked about for fallen tree branches. Luck was with him when he found a dead tree. He harvested as many branches as he was able to hack off with his long knife, trimming them of twigs and leaves. He dragged them back to the water.

"Thandir, what in the name of the Valar are you doing?" Elladan finally asked.

The scout stopped and grinned. "We’re going to make your brother a bed. Come. Lift him gently but put no strain on his right leg. I fear the lower half is broken."

Elladan did as he was told. Thandir grabbed the branches and began to lay them in the stream. Here, near the bank there was no current and the branches, heavy as they were, stayed where they were placed. The water was shallow here, coming only to mid-calf. He laid four of the longer and larger branches down side-by-side then took up other smaller branches, laying them crosswise. He grabbed some hithlain rope from his own pack and tied the second layer of branches to the first layer to stabilize them. On this layer he began to place the flat rocks which were now above the waterline.

"Now, lay your brother back down," Thandir ordered, throwing his cloak down first, and Elladan complied. This now effectively raised Elrohir out of the water altogether, save for his legs. "Let’s get these wet things off him. And then, change your own clothes. I’ll get a fire going as close to the bank as I can manage. That should help warm him if I can make it large enough without setting the fields on fire. I’ll make some tea and broth as well. Hot liquids will help keep him warm."

Elladan nodded dumbly and followed Thandir’s directions, grateful that someone with the Noldo scout’s millennia of experience had taken over. They quickly removed Elrohir’s soggy dwarf cloak and the shirt underneath with Elladan sitting behind his twin on the rocks, acting as a support while Thandir fished out a second shirt from the pack. They then wrestled with the wine-colored tunic, which Thandir decided was somewhat warmer than the yellow one. Once Elrohir was dressed Elladan changed his own clothes. It was only as he was donning the yellow tunic that he realized how ridiculous he and his brother both must look out here in the Wilds. We can probably be seen for miles in these tunics, he thought wryly to himself and did his best to suppress the giggle threatening to rise from within.

Thandir, in the meantime, had gotten a large fire going and Elladan could feel his own body growing warmer. Elrohir stirred when he and Thandir attempted to get some broth down him.

"Stay with us, muindor dithen," Elladan murmured as he spooned the hot liquid into Elrohir’s mouth. "Help is on the way."

He was not sure if Elrohir heard him, but color began to return to his brother’s cheeks and he seemed more at ease than before. At Thandir’s suggestion, Elladan put his twin into healing sleep to help counteract the cold of the water lapping across his legs. They laid him back down and covered him with blankets from the scouts’ packs. Then Thandir handed Elladan a cup of the broth and ordered him to drink, which the younger ellon did gratefully.

"Thandir, how did you come to be here?" he asked after taking a couple of sips.

Thandir grinned. "We’ve been following you two since you left Imladris."

"We?"

The scout nodded. "Eluwen and I. We were ordered to follow you and see that no real harm came to you. We were not to let you know of our presence except in dire need. I’ve sent Eluwen running to Lórien for help. We need to keep your brother as warm as possible until it comes."

Elladan reddened at Thandir’s words, mortified. "Adar sent you to watch over us? As if we were elflings?"

Thandir’s eyes widened in surprise. "Lord Elrond? No. Your adar did not send us. Lord Erestor did."

****

Eluwen ran. She had ceased to think how far she had run and how far she yet had to go. She simply ran, her fëa and hröa at one with the earth beneath her, with the air around her. She had left the stream some time before, heading straight east while the stream continued southward to join the Celebrant just below the Heledhael. Now she was truly on the plains and still she ran, never stopping, not even sure if she could.

That is why, when elves with bows rose out of the tall grass before her, she ran right into them, bowling two right over and landing hard and breathless on top of a third. She heard the distinctive sound of wood snapping and a curse being uttered before she realized what had happened. The elf beneath her pushed her off and she landed hard on her back, no longer capable of movement.

"Who are you?" the elf she had landed on asked, roughly shaking her, but she had no breath for speaking. She barely registered that she was surrounded by elves from Lórien. She closed her eyes, trying to collect herself, hearing only the ragged breathing of her overused lungs. Then a cool hand stroked her forehead.

"Eluwen! Edro hin gîn."

It was a voice she recognized though she could not put a name to it. It was as soft and kind as a summer’s breeze yet there was a power of command behind the words that brooked no denial. She opened her eyes to find herself staring up at the Lord of Imladris.

She felt her own eyes widen and tried to speak but her breath was still too ragged. Then another voice spoke beside her, deep and melodious. She turned her head and found herself face-to-face with the Lady Galadriel.

"Open your mind to us, child," Galadriel said and there was no way she could have resisted that soft-spoken command even if she had wanted to. In the space of a few breaths that seemed an eternity, she felt her mind being sifted gently but persistently for all that Elrond and Galadriel required of her. She did not resist, indeed, could not, and at last she felt them withdraw and her mind was her own once again.

"Drink this," Elrond said, taking a cut-glass vial from a pouch and unstopping it. He brought the vial to her lips and she took a few sips. Miruvor! In only a few moments she felt strength returning to her and her body came under her control once again.

"Can you ride, child?"

She looked up to see the silver-haired Lord Celeborn standing above her.

"I can ride," she said in a rasping whisper.

He held out his hand and she took it gratefully. Even as she stood the rest of the party from Lórien was remounting. She glanced around in wonder, for this was not a leisure party. Lord Elrond and Lord Celeborn were dressed as if for battle and even Lady Galadriel wore a mail shirt under her tunic. Eluwen was unsurprised to see the Lady Celebrían sitting her palfry, similarly dressed, a deadly Lórien bow across her back. Lord Glorfindel sat beside her on Asfaloth, looking as grim as she had ever seen the Balrog-slayer.

"You will ride with me," Elrond said and before she could offer a protest she found herself being lifted by Celeborn onto Lord Elrond’s charger, then Elrond mounted behind her.

As soon as Celeborn was ahorse the party moved out quickly. No words were spoken, for none were needed. Celeborn and Galadriel led them, the path they must take clear in their minds. Lady Celebrían and Lord Glorfindel rode beside the Lord of Imladris, listening as Elrond began to question her. Eluwen suspected that was the real reason she was riding with him rather than with one of the guards. Elrond smiled to himself, for he knew what she was thinking, and indeed, there was some truth to it. Mainly, though, he had been concerned about her physical condition and had wanted to be able to monitor it as they rode.

"Why are you and Thandir following my sons, Eluwen?" Elrond asked without preamble.

Eluwen glanced back at Elrond in surprise and confusion. "But my lord, we followed by your orders."

Elrond shook his head, looking bemused. "I issued no such orders, Eluwen."

"But Lord Erestor said...." and her voice trailed into silence at the expression on Elrond’s face.

She suddenly felt sick and wondered what punishment she and Thandir faced for departing Imladris without leave of its lord. Elrond saw the young elleth go white, and felt her body tensing. He tightened his grip on her, allowing some of his healing energy to flow into her.

"Fear not, child. No blame is attached to you or to Thandir. You acted in good faith and indeed I am grateful to you both for keeping an eye on my wayward sons. Erestor on the other hand..."

"Wh-what will you do with him, lord?" Eluwen asked with some trepidation. Lord Erestor was her superior, being in charge of all the Imladris scouts, and she was intensely loyal to him.

Elrond gave a merry laugh. "You mean before or after I skin him alive and hang him out to dry?"

"Oh, can I watch?" Glorfindel asked with all the misplaced enthusiasm of an elfling and Elrond laughed even harder. Celebrían actually giggled and Eluwen saw Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel look back with amused expressions.

When the laughter had died down, Elrond asked one more question, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes. "I trust my sons were not too much trouble for you and Thandir?"

"Actually my lord I believe my husband plans to ask you for hazard pay when we return to Imladris," Eluwen said with as straight a face as she could manage.

For a brief moment there was stunned silence all around and then Elrond started laughing again. "I’ll take it out of Erestor’s wages."

****

Elladan stared at the older ellon in confusion. Erestor? Erestor sent the scouts to watch over them? Somehow that made it even worse.

"Mind you," Thandir was saying, "it was by your adar’s orders, or so Erestor told us, but..."

Something in the younger ellon’s expression stopped the scout cold.

"What is it penneth?"

"H-how did we escape the goblins?" Elladan whispered, suspecting what the answer might be. He could feel himself flushing with embarrassment at the thought.

Thandir grimaced inwardly. He was tempted to take the younger ellon into his arms to comfort him, but resisted. "We met up with Lord Búri’s people as they were about to attack the goblins and apprised them of the situation, for Eluwen and I had been following your trail. We were under orders not to reveal our presence to you, though we were willing to go against such orders in order to rescue you and Elrohir. Finding Brunir and the others was a stroke of luck, if you believe in such things. The dwarves agreed to rescue you in our place."

"Then... then it was all a sham, wasn’t it?"

"What was?"

"The dwarves. Everything. They already knew who we were before they found us. They just pretended not to and let us...."

But he couldn’t finish his thought and Thandir saw him go white with mortification and then red with hot shame. Elladan found it difficult to breathe and felt a need to be moving.

"I...I...." He rose from beside the fire and found himself walking and then running away from the fire.

"Elladan! No, penneth!" Thandir shouted, but Elladan paid him no heed. He ran without thought of direction and stopped only when he found himself at the top of a cliff overlooking the floodplains of the Anduin. He sat down gracelessly and stared at nothing in particular, his thoughts confused and conflicting as he went over the implications of Thandir’s words.

They had never been alone. The entire trip had been a sham right from the beginning. He and Elrohir had suspected that their elders were herding them along the intended route, which is why they had changed their course as they had. It never occurred to him to think his adar would set minders on them.

He stared out over the land, remembering the last few weeks and everything that had happened to them. He wondered just how clever he and Elrohir had really been. Probably not as clever as we had hoped, he thought sourly.

How long he sat there he could not afterwards say, though by now the day was lengthening towards evening and a cool breeze had picked up. He realized he needed to get back to Elrohir. His brother’s welfare was paramount. Later, he would try to sort it all out. It took him several minutes to orient himself before he knew which way to go. When he returned to the camp a few minutes later it was to find Thandir attempting to get some broth down Elrohir without too much success. Shame flooded him as he realized how derelict he had been in leaving Thandir alone to tend to his twin.

"Let me do that," Elladan said, reaching out for the bowl. "You prop him up."

Thandir glanced up at the younger ellon with a nod and shifted his position. Elladan did not immediately try to feed Elrohir, but sat on one of the rocks comprising Elrohir’s "bed". He reached over and placed a hand on his brother’s face and silently brought him out of healing sleep.

Elrohir moaned as pain became a conscious reality again. "’D-dan?"

"I am here, muindor dithen. I have some broth for you. Come, eat. You need to keep your strength up."

But Elrohir wouldn’t take the broth. Instead he began weeping. "I..I’m sorry. I’m sorry."

Elladan put the bowl down and took Elrohir into his arms. Thandir rubbed the injured elf’s back, attempting to soothe him.

"Sorry for what?" Elladan asked, rocking his brother in an attempt to comfort him.

"It’s m-my fault we’re here an-and everyone will l-laugh because we didn’t make it to Lo-lórien and Adar will n-never let us go on patrol and Daernaneth will...will..."

"Daernaneth will do what?" Elladan asked, smiling in spite of himself.

"I don’t know!" Elrohir nearly wailed in his distress, "but she’ll do something."

Elladan couldn’t help but laugh at that, though tears were streaming down his face as well as he hugged his brother closer to him. "Hush, now. It’s all right. It’s going to be all right. Hush. I’m as much to blame as you. Don’t fret so, muindor dithen."

Eventually Elrohir’s sobs calmed. "Come, now," Elladan said. "Do you think you can sip some broth? Then I will put you back into healing sleep."

Elrohir nodded and in a few minutes the broth was drunk and he sank gratefully back into sleep. All the while Thandir did not speak and indeed Elrohir was not even aware of his presence. When Elrohir slipped into healing sleep, Thandir and Elladan moved off the rocks and sat beside the fire, warming themselves. Thandir gave Elladan an appraising look.

"I am sorry if my words upset you, penneth. You must believe me that Eluwen and I have nothing but the highest regard for you and your brother. You exhibited great courage and ingenuity on this trip and I am very proud of you, as I know your adar and naneth will be."

"But it was all for nothing," Elladan said quietly. "We failed."

Thandir shook his head. "You only fail if you’ve learned nothing from your experience. Come now, the fire needs more kindling. We will need to keep it going through the night, for I fear Eluwen cannot reach Lórien for some time and it will be late tomorrow before help can arrive."

But in that, he was wrong. They continued feeding Elrohir every hour. Elladan worried about what the cold water was doing to his brother’s circulation but Thandir assured him that all would be well. Sometime near midnight as they were attempting to feed Elrohir once again, Thandir looked up with a hiss.

"Someone approaches," he whispered, setting Elrohir down as he moved off the rocks and grabbed his bow. Elladan cautioned Elrohir to silence and then joined Thandir on the bank, the two of them facing southeast. For long moments they saw nothing, and then, through the trees they could see flickers of light and felt the earth pounding with the sound of horses running. Thandir and Elladan looked at each other in surprise.

"I guess help is coming sooner than expected," the scout said with a wry smile and Elladan whooped in gladness and began running towards the approaching party.

The cavalcade stopped at a signal and Celeborn was off his horse before anyone else, his arms wide to receive his oldest grandchild. Elladan collapsed into Celeborn’s embrace and began crying tears of relief, breaking down at last, barely hearing his Daeradar’s words of comfort. Then he was being pulled out of his grandfather’s embrace and into his naneth’s arms and that somehow did not surprise him at all.

When he had regained sufficient control of himself, now feeling a bit silly, he glanced about sheepishly, but there were no snickers of amusement nor looks of contempt. There were only expressions of relief on everyone’s faces, relief and joy.

"H-how did you come so quickly, Daeradar?"

Celeborn smiled. "We were already on our way to you when we, er, ran into Eluwen."

Now there were snickers all around and Elladan wondered about it, but before he could voice the question he saw his adar approach. "Adar! Elrohir is injured."

Elrond took his son into his arms and held him for a long moment, surreptitiously running his hands over the ellon’s body to ascertain his condition, allowing some of his healing energy to enter his son and strengthen him. "I know, iôn nîn. Take us to him."

They made their way towards the stream. Celeborn issued orders for a camp to be set up as he and Galadriel followed Elladan and Elrond. Celebrían had already run ahead with Glorfindel. Thandir was bowing to them, a look of surprise on his face, as they approached but Celebrían ignored the scout to go to Elrohir. Glorfindel gave Thandir a warrior’s clasp and the two began filling each other in. When Elrond came to them, Thandir bowed.

"My lord, I am glad to see you, though somewhat surprised."

"No more surprised than I to see you and Eluwen," Elrond said with a slight smile. "However, we will speak of it later. Elrohir is our main concern."

Thandir nodded and looked about for Eluwen, wondering why she hadn’t come to him. Elrond smiled. "Eluwen is well, Thandir. She overextended herself in running for help and I have ordered her to remain with the guards and rest. Go to her, son. Your watch is over."

Thandir hesitated for a moment, but a slight nod from Glorfindel settled him and he bowed to Elrond before moving away to find his wife. Elrond then went to where Celebrían was sitting with Elrohir who was weeping in her arms. She was trying to soothe him but to no avail. Elrond sat behind him and gently pulled him away from Celebrían so he was nestled in his arms.

"Elrohir, be still," Elrond said quietly, smoothing the hair from his son’s forehead, sending healing energy into him, willing him to calm. The ellon hiccupped much as he had as an elfling after a teary moment and Elrond could not help but smile at the memory. "That’s better, iôn nîn. There’s nothing to fear. All is well. Sleep now, child. Sleep."

Elrohir struggled to keep his eyes open but his adar’s voice was too calming. He turned into Elrond’s embrace with a sigh and slipped into healing sleep once more. Elrond, meanwhile, was gauging his son’s physical condition.

"Who came up with the idea of this platform?" he finally asked.

"Thandir did," Elladan replied as he crouched on the bank watching his parents tend to Elrohir. "I...I don’t think I could have ever thought of it myself." He hated to admit it, but it was true nonetheless. "We’ve been feeding him broth every hour and I put him in healing sleep between feedings."

Elrond nodded. "You’ve done well, both of you." He shifted off the rocks and held Elrohir up long enough for Celebrían to take his place before laying him in his naneth’s arms. Then he climbed onto the bank and lifted Elladan up and gave him a hug of reassurance.

"Elrond," Celeborn called softly. He and Galadriel were standing in the water on either side of Elrohir’s feet. Celeborn had one hand on the tree trunk. "It will take me some time to convince the tree to move of its own accord. Does Elrohir have that time?"

Elrond nodded. "He is in healing sleep. His circulation is sluggish especially in his lower limbs, but not dangerously so. A few more hours will not matter."

Celeborn nodded, but before he could say anything, Elladan spoke up, sounding mystified.

"Daeradar, what’s wrong with the trees here? They feel so strange and they won’t even acknowledge us."

The silver-haired Elf-lord sighed and shook his head. "That is a tale for another time, my child. We must free your brother first."

Galadriel spoke then. "This tree does not suffer our presence gladly, my husband. It will not cooperate."

Celeborn’s expression became grim. "It will suffer me." He placed both hands against the trunk once again, closing his eyes in concentration.

Elladan suddenly felt as if he could not breathe, for the air around him became thick with energy as the one-time Prince of Doriath unleashed his Power, commanding the tree to obey him. No one moved, indeed, movement was impossible for any of them. For an interminable stretch of time nothing happened, then slowly, almost imperceptibly, they felt, rather than heard, a groan of protest from the tree and then the ground around them trembled as the tree slowly rolled away.

"Now, Elrond," Celeborn whispered, his eyes still closed in concentration.

"Glorfindel!" Elrond shouted without looking around.

"We’ve got him, Elrond! He’s free."

Elladan felt himself sag with relief and made to go to his brother but his adar stayed him with a touch. Power still filled the space between them all and Elladan stood in awe as he watched his daeradar. There seemed to be a glow about him that the younger elf had not noticed before. It was soft and radiant and silvery like the light of Ithil and it grew until the entire area was awash in it. Elladan heard a rustling sound near him and he could swear that the pine tree’s roots were moving, digging deeper into the ground. Then, with a gasp that was echoed by others, he watched as the tree slowly raised itself up. Celeborn never removed his hands from the tree, never moved from where he was standing. Galadriel stood just behind him watching. Her expression was neutral, but her eyes glowed with preternatural light.

With a slurping wet sound of tree roots wriggling into the ground by the bank of the stream the pine tree eventually righted itself. Slowly the light surrounding the Elf-lord faded until only starlight remained to illuminate the night. Celeborn sighed, opened his eyes and turned to his wife who traced a single finger gently down his cheek. He took her hand into his own and kissed it, their eyes never leaving one another.

"Will it hold?" Galadriel asked and Celeborn nodded.

"For now. In the morning I will see that the bank is shored up to prevent further slippage."

Elladan just stood there in awe. He suddenly saw Celeborn in a new way, not just as his beloved daeradar, but as an Elda of great power, whom even the trees obeyed. He was suddenly reminded of the fact that his daeradar remembered the stars before the rising of Ithil and Anor. Celeborn had walked beneath the trees of Neldoreth and Region within the presence of Melian and Elu Thingol. Elladan had no doubt that the King of Doriath and his Maia Queen had taught his daeradar much concerning Power.

Elrond saw the look of shock and wonder on his son’s face and smiled. Celeborn rarely showed his power, but that was not to say it wasn’t there. He touched Elladan’s arm, bringing his son’s attention back to him.

"Let us see how Elrohir fares," he said.

Elladan nodded and followed his adar to a nearby clearing where tents had been raised. They were directed by one of the Galadhrim towards the largest tent where they found Elrohir lying on a cot. Elrond’s healer’s bag lay open on a second cot along with cleaned slats for a splint. Celebrían and Glorfindel had stripped the injured ellon of his clothes and were drying him off. His lower limbs, where they had been submerged in the water looked pale and blue and Elladan feared that circulation had been cut off for too long. He felt his adar pat him on the shoulder before the healer went to examine his other son.

"The circulation is returning and I have encouraged the blood vessels to carry even more blood than usual to the lower limbs," Elrond said. "There is some damage to tissue and possibly to nerves, but I think they will heal well enough. This leg, however, will need to be splinted."

"I’ve collected the necessary materials, Elrond," Glorfindel said nodding towards the other cot, having anticipated the healer’s needs. Elrond smiled at his friend and nodded.

"Thank you, mellon nîn. Let us begin then."

Elladan stood nearby feeling altogether useless and superfluous while Elrond, assisted by Glorfindel and Celebrían, began to splint Elrohir’s leg. Then he felt his daeradar wrap his arm around him while his daernaneth stroked his hair and knew that he was neither useless nor superfluous to those who loved him.

When it was done, Elrond stood back, a pleased smile on his face.

"He should be better by morning but I do not want him moved for at least two days."

"Then I will have Haldir organize a hunt," Celeborn said. "My grandson will need nourishing food when he awakens."

Celebrían, meanwhile, was fishing out a nightshirt, obviously Elrond’s, from a pack and she and Galadriel began dressing the still sleeping ellon. Glorfindel was folding the wine-colored tunic that Elrohir had been wearing and eyed the one that still graced Elladan’s body with a teasing smirk.

"You’ll have to tell me who your tailor is, youngling. These tunics are quite...bright."

Elladan found himself blushing and was attempting to remove the offending tunic but Celeborn held his hands in his own, laughing. "Don’t worry, child, no one minds. I recognize the tunics as belonging to some Men who sadly will never have any need for them again. I would like to think that they would be pleased that their tunics helped to keep my grandsons warm when they most needed it."

Elrond came over to Elladan and placed a hand on his forehead. "You are weary iôn nîn. Come, lie down and rest beside your brother. All is well now."

Elladan was about to protest but a yawn stopped him and with a reluctant nod he allowed himself to be led to the other cot now empty of healing bag and materials. The last thing he remembered as sleep took him was feeling his naneth tucking a blanket around him and bending over to give him a kiss while his daernaneth and daeradar sat beside their daerionnath softly singing a Silvan lullaby.

****"

Nin Amorthaneg: "You Raised Me Up" (Sorry but I’ve been listening to Josh Groban lately).

Penneth: Young one.

Muindor dithen: Little brother.

Hröa: Body.

Heledhael: Mirrormere. According to the Reader’s Companion, page 269, Tolkien translated the Dwarvish name Kheled-zâram as "glass-pool" and I have used that to back-translate into Sindarin rather than use the more normal cenedril "looking-glass, mirror".

Edro hin gîn: Open your eyes.

Miruvor: Elvish cordial.





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