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CHAPTER 21: Found

CHAPTER NOTES

WARNING: From this chapter on there is going to be graphic violence or very detailed description of the effects.

SCRIPTS:

'Thoughts'; ~visions~; **mind speech**; -l-Letters-l-

Soon first Elladan then Elrohír fell into a light sleep, trusting their instincts to wake them when need arose.

And need arose very soon in the early morning hours the following day. After what seemed like seconds of sleep to them Erestor's common raven started to flutter around them, pecking at their hands. While still waking up and trying to shoo the black bird away they felt strong wind in their faces, blowing back their hair. With a startle they looked up only to find a massive body coming to a halt in midair mere meters in front of them; a large greyish beak, strong wings that were cause of the wind and gigantic claws had come nearer with unexpected speed. A large great eagle had approached swiftly, probably in an audacious dive and fluttered with its wings to slow down its fall.

Immediately the twins stood, letting the warm blankets slip from their shoulders and protected their faces with their forearms against the wind. Then something registered with them. Elrohír noticed it first and he gasped: the claws were not empty. One had closed itself around the slender waist of a half-naked humanoid form.

Obviously the bird had problems to land on the ledge with only one leg and Elladan saw with horror how the large talons pierced into the already battered body, trying to keep a hold on the unconscious being. The great eagle tried to raise his burden enough to keep him from hitting the ground, while landing on his other leg. Only barely managing to keep its balance and not hitting the wall the eagle did not quite accomplish its goal and the human shaped body was slammed against the rocky ground. It was all the overlarge bird could do to let go immediately and not put weight on the injured being.

"I am glad to have found you, Elladan and Elrohír Elrondyn! I am Landroval. I brought you the Firstborn, but he barely lives. I fear he would not have survived 'til the Hidden Valley."

Concerned both peredhil leaped towards the huddled frame on the ground, the great eagle forgotten for the moment. Carefully, Elrohír turned the small frame and looked to his brother in shock. It truly was Erestor though they had nearly not recognized him in the dark.

Elladan's and Elrohír's eyes met for the briefest part of a second and understanding flashed between them. Erestor would very likely die. One short glance was enough to tell the cruel truth.

"You have done right to bring him here, he is dying."

Their father's chief advisor had deep gashes all over the body, along with bruises. His back had been covered in the bloody marks of a whip and dark purple bruises on his ribcage indicated that he had been kicked and beaten most severely. Probably at least one or two ribs were broken.

An arrowhead was embedded deep in his shoulder. Whoever had done this had not bothered to pull it out but just broke off the shaft. The wound was inflamed, swollen and probably poisoned from the look of it.

Most of his fingers were broken, along with his nose, the right shinbone and the left upper arm. Counting the ribs as one and the hands each as one, too, that made a total of six fractures. That in itself could cause a trauma able to kill a human, maybe a fading elf.

But it did not end there: burn marks covered his lean legs. They looked as if someone had pressed a hot metal rod against Erestor's flesh, slowly and cruelly. The burns were oozing out a clear fluid and at some pieces the skin was even missing; completely being torn away by whatever device had caused the injuries. Elrohír briefly closed his eyes at seeing the scratches that ran over the burned flesh: thin, deep scratches from sharp nails that had raked over the injuries, causing more agony with relish.

And then there were the three small but deep wounds in his back and one opposite from them in his abdomen caused by the eagle's sharp claws.

But the most fatal wound was a stab wound in his lower abdomen, the knife still embedded in it.

Elladan's throat contracted and he looked up to the great eagle. "Who did this?"

"Orcs, young elf. Orcs did this."

Elladan growled lowly in his throat but then he remembered the letter and his brother, who sat on Erestor's other side, staring at him with wide eyes. Not again. He did not want to lose a fellow elf to that fell creatures again. But he could not give in to that rage, not now when he had just promised his brother not to.

"I am sorry, Elrohír. I will control myself. Let us see if we can make him stay."

"We have to stop the poison in his shoulder and the bleeding from the stomach wound."

"Bleeding always first!"

"I'm not stupid!"

Elrohír grabbed his rucksack and took out his pack of bandages and different tinctures that their father always made them take along. They had needed them before but never was he so glad to have them with him than now. It gave him the feeling that he really could do something, took away the helplessness.

Together the twins lifted the broken body on one of their blanket covered sleeping mats to keep Erestor away from the snow. It might seep through nonetheless after a while, but they had no other choice.

They positioned him so that his head lied lower than his torso. The advisor had lost much blood if the pallor was any indication. He needed whatever blood reserves he had to sustain his brain.

Elladan swiftly pulled out his medical kit, starting to search for what they would need. Not wasting any time he rushed to Erestor and his brother.

Elrohír examined the knife. "It is long, but not very sharp. We probably need to cut the wound open and see what damage was done." Else the advisor could bleed to death internally without them noticing it.

Elladan drew nearer. "I will pull it out. Keep the bandages ready."

Breathing deeply the twin pulled out the knife vertically with calm hands. Immediately Elrohír pressed a cloth tightly to the wound, but it did not bleed much. The younger twin bit his lips, internally it could still bleed like hell.

His brother had taken up a sharp knife that was part of their medical kit. Waiting some minutes for the bleeding to stop Elrohír took away his hands, revealing the small cut in the white skin of Erestor's abdomen.

The brothers proceeded with enlarging the cut. Luckily they found that the knife had missed the vital organs; it had nearly pierced the bowel though but the rather blunt tip had slid past the intestinal loops rather than piercing them.

They cleaned the injury as best as they could with a little bit of an antiseptic agent. They had not much but still they hoped it would keep the infection at bay.

Elrohír soaked a compress with honey and carefully laid it on the wound that Elladan had sewn up.

Next Elladan tried to pull out the arrow head but it was deeply embedded and barbed and at last they had to cut it out. Carefully they set the fractured arm, nose, shinbone and fingers, cleaned the cuts and stitched the ones that were too large.

But their medical supplies contained nothing for the burns. They always expected to get hurt in a skirmish with Orcs and other fell creatures and their kits were designed for that uses; but fire did not count to the usual dangers they dealt with when out in the wilds.

It would be difficult to keep them from oozing, Elladan clenched his jaw.

They had not enough antiseptic agent, nor honey, nor bandages ... they would have needed hot water for most of their powders against acute pain and without wood, that was not possible. Both twins felt so helpless. In Imladris, Erestor could have survived but here?

Finally they had bandaged the larger wounds, bound the ribcage tightly to support the broken ribs and wrapped the thankfully unconscious advisor in one of their blankets.

The sun had long risen behind them but they could not see its friendly light because of the mountains in their back. For hours they had worked on Erestor's wounds and now they could do nothing but wait.

The great eagle still sat at the brink of the ledge they were on, eying them.

"Will he live?"

Elrohír wearily shook his head "I don't know. Not if we cannot get him away into warmth and safety. But he is injured too severely to be moved yet. We will wait and see."

When his brother fell silent with a frustrated shrug, Elladan addressed Landroval again "Where did you find him?"

The great eagle ruffled its feathers. "Ah, amongst many, many Orcs. They are gathering, marching north. He was their prisoner and thusly I saw him from afar. A Firstborn stands out amongst such filthy creatures, even if he is so grimy. I swooped down and picked him up, but one of them sank this knife into his flesh.

He lost consciousness soon after and has not wakened since.

I flew as fast towards Imladris as I could, but seeing you here I reconsidered."

"And it is good that you have, he would not have survived." Elrohír said honestly.

He cleared the blood from his hands with the snow around them, his elder twin following his example. Then Elladan turned towards the great eagle, bowing deeply in respect.

"Landroval we are already deeply indebted to you, you saved him, brought him here ... but if it is not too much, could you fly and bring us wood? Elrohír can go with you while I send Erestor's raven to our father and sit with Erestor. But we need it to get him warm and heat water."

The huge bird cocked its head and spread its wings a little bit. "Come then, Elrondion! There is nothing better to clear one's head than flying in the light of the rising sun. We will soon be back, other son of Elrond."

And with that he allowed Elrohír to mount him. The younger twin looked to his brother a little bit angered. He understood the need of it but truth be told, he was not eager to leave the safe ground and he definitely could imagine better things ... although it excited him also. Flying. Well, maybe it was worth the try.

CHAPTER END NOTES

Elrondion ~ Son of Elrond

Elrondyn ~ Sons of Elrond
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