Ambush

Elrond was already waiting as his sons raced home.

"We were ambushed," Elladan gasped, clinging to Elrohir's limp body. "El's horse was shot from under him, and he took a hard fall. They fired again while he was down."

Elrond pulled a face as he lifted bloodstained bandages. "Who?  Where?"

"Men. Several of them, hiding among rocks in the Trollshaws. Too many. I was barely able to reach Elrohir, then fled.  I tended his wounds, then came here to alert you."

Elrond straightened.  "You did well. There is no infection.  And now we are warned, we will find these outlaws!”

(Prompt:  Pull a face)