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Scarred Fate	By : Massanie Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2051 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 26: Guardian

CHAPTER NOTES

SCRIPTS:

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

The Mirkwood Elves had gone on for nearly the whole night with only a short rest.

After allowing Elladan to treat his brother's wounds and see once more to Erestor they had taken in a north-eastern direction, not making the time-consuming detour back to the pass. Though carrying Erestor while climbing proved to be a tedious endeavour at best and slowed them down considerably.

Elladan was helping his brother, who was unable to put much weight on his right leg and could not use his left arm. Both of them tried hard to keep up with their kidnappers as they knew they could not hope for help or sympathy and every once in awhile, Elladan checked on Erestor.

The injured advisor was doing better and the elder peredhel was glad that the bigger cuts and welts were not infected. But the burns were still oozing and concerned him greatly. He had tried to cool them but had little experience in tending to such injuries. He did not really know if cooling them with snow would make it worse or better and he only sparsely used that method, not wanting to add frostbite onto a burning; he was not sure how one would be supposed to treat such a wound.

The real problem was that he had no antiseptic agent anymore and nothing else that he could use to prevent an infection, like ginger, honey or garlic. His captors also had little else than clean bandages and tincture based on camomile. Better than nothing.

For some time now the twins had seen their father's advisor moving around on his litter, but not really wakening. The poor darkling must be in a considerable amount of pain and Elladan wished he could do something to lessen it, but he had no tincture, no powder to achieve that. Neither could he do anything against the pain in his brother's broken arm and he furrowed his brow seeing Elrohír's white face.

Elladan's frown deepened, seeing Erestor moving about and moaning.

"He is waking." He addressed an Elf walking close.

The leader with the cruel eyes and sneer whom Elladan had silently named cockatrice, immediately drew nearer.

"Stop, we will rest for awhile!"

The blonde gently touched Erestor's white cheek, stroking the dry skin.

"Sshh, pen velui. You are safe with me." He murmured.

Elladan glared at him over his shoulder while he took out a blanket from the rucksacks that they had been returned and unfurled it for his brother. "Safe? Ha! Lay him down so I can see to his injuries that you are aggravating further by making him travel!"

The other cocked his head. That peredhel knew not when to be silent. It mattered not, he would not need him for long. Slowly he backed away.

"See to his injuries then."

Elladan helped Elrohír to sit down on the blanket, knowing that his twin was worn out from the pain at walking with a badly broken arm and an injured leg for so long over difficult terrain.

"I'll see to you afterwards."

But the younger peredhel had already closed his weary eyes. They had after all not slept the previous night and his condition tired him further. "I'll be fine, gwanunig."

Then Elladan turned his attention towards his other charge and his expression became grim. This was Erestor, cold and aloof Erestor so vulnerable and broken before him. This elf had sacrificed himself to save his family, his brother, him.

He waited for his captors to lay Erestor down and then gently began to see to his wounds.

"Heat water! I have to make him drink something."

Elladan did not look up to his captors, solely concentrating on the darkling before him, softly caressing the uninjured skin on his cheek. "Sshh, I know you're hurting. Awake Erestor, I am here."

He knew that Erestor could hear him but he also knew that the young ellon might still be caught in a nightmare with torture and monsters and the pain would not help him realise that at least this ordeal was over.

After a few more tries and gentle caresses, the dark eyes finally opened and slowly filled with awareness. "Good pen idhren. Do not speak. Listen to my voice; let it guide you back to reality."

But Erestor clenched his eyes shut and contorted his face in the effort to deal with the pain.

Elladan felt so helpless, he could do nothing against the agony his charge must be in.

He pulled away the blanket and saw to the burns. Once again he applied the camomile and loosely bandaged them. Obviously being exposed to the cold air lessened the pain for the advisor and Elladan only covered Erestor's chest and hip with the blanket, leaving his legs open for the moment. He let Erestor sip water out of a flask that he was handed, all the while trying to soothe the counsellor with softly spoken words.

"El...dan ... ond? ... findel?" The whispered words were strained, broken by the fast, shallow breathing.

"You saved them, mellonen, you saved them. Everyone is safe and sound. Except you. Do not worry."

White lies were allowed in their current situation, he guessed.

"Don't try to move. You suffered some broken bones and I am almost sure that you have one or two fractured ribs and they might cause more injuries if you do."

Elladan observed the pained expression with a sinking feeling, fearing the injuries that hid under the large bruises on Erestor's ribcage.

"I know that breathing hurts you terribly but you need to breathe as deeply as you can!" He pleaded with the injured ellon. "Or else you might get an infection." And that would be too much for the weakened body.

Finally they handed Elladan some tea. It cooled down quickly in the chilling air and soon he mixed some of the few pain relievers he had into the green tea. Carefully he lifted Erestor's head and laid the cup to his lips, assisting him to drink it.

"He loses much water because of the burns. He needs to drink at least four litres daily."

Elladan turned to their captors. "We need to halt more often."

The advisor turned his head, seeing the Mirkwood Elves for the first time, recognising them even with the masks covering their eye region. His breathing quickened even more and he groaned in misery and at the pain in his chest.

This was not happening, no it was not. He should have been dead already. Why wasn't he dead? He did not want it to happen again; he could not stand it, not survive it.

Immediately Elladan turned towards him again, trying to console him. "Hush, Erestor! It is alright. I am here. I will not let anyone hurt you, do you hear me? "

He leaned over Erestor, taking his head gently but firmly between his hands, forcing the panicking ellon to look at him.

"You know me: Elladan. I am here. I will watch over you. Calm, mellon, calm down."

"You ... should ... not ... be here." He whispered somewhat strained, trying to keep his breathing shallow. And it was true: the twins should have gone to Imladris with their father, protecting the valley. If they were not, where was Elrond? His plan had failed then.

"You should not be here, too. Now hush, keep your strength; and breathe as deeply as you can."

As Erestor concentrated on Elladan's calming, gentle face, trying hard to do as he was told, the cockatrice approached slowly.

"Elethael" He crooned and went down on his heels beside their captives while Elladan pressed his lips together and tried his best to restrain himself from attacking the hated ellon.

"Sleep, pen velui. I will take you home where you belong. No one will ever hurt you again." He caressed Erestor's face which only had the effect that the injured Elf started to shiver, tears escaping his eyes and running down the sides of his face in wet trails.

Erestor obviously feared this man, cunning and devious.

Elladan saw Erestor's reaction and directed a deadly glare at his captor. "You are frightening him. If you want him to sleep, be gone from his field of vision." He hissed venomously.

"Careful, peredhel. You don't want me to punish you or your brother for your insolence, do you?" But nonetheless he backed away, leaving the injured ellon some space. "I need him awake and able to speak."

Elladan glared at the retreating ellon but held back the insults he had in mind, it would do him no good to goad his captor beyond any reasonable limits; and Erestor needed him close. "That's not going to happen today."

Then he turned back to the young broken thing that could not have been any more different from his father's stern, serious advisor, taken aback by his sudden protective feelings.

"Sleep, pen idhren. No harm shall come to you while I am here beside you. I shall protect you always, do you hear me?"

Haunted, teary eyes turned to his, fearful yet astonished. "I swear, Erestor: We'll get through this mess, you, 'Ro and me."

Some peace returned to the haunted grey orbs and Erestor's breathing calmed just as he escaped once more into oblivion.

"May lord Irmo grant you pleasant dreams, pen idhren."

Looking up, Elladan saw his twin watching him with a small smile and he felt Elrohír's mind touching his gently ** I am proud of you, gwanunig. **

He smiled back at his younger twin, glad that Elrohír was here with him, even if it was selfish somehow.

CHAPTER END NOTES

peredhel ~ half elf

gwanunig ~ twin

ellon ~ male elf

pen idhren ~ wise one

mellonen ~ my friend

mellon ~ friend

pen velui ~ sweet one
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