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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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3,248
Reviews:
14
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Title: Cold
Author: Cheysuli ( cheysuli@gvtc.com )
Rated: R
Pairing: Eventual Glorfindel/Erestor
Summary: Erestor doesn't like the cold.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Panic is so hard to write. Also, I'm thinking of changing the title of this fic to 'Chill of Night.' What do you think? Would have called it this to begin with but for some strange reason, good titles always come to me after I publish the first chapter.
A/N2: I don’t think this chapter is as good as chapter 1, since this one was written during the day. For some reason, I write better at night.
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Glorfindel sighed, absentmindedly pushing his eggs around on his plate. It was strange being here without Erestor; the dark haired elf always arrived before he did, no matter the occasion. Now that Glorfindel had arrived first, he felt a bit lost.
He shook his head, glancing over to Elrond who seemed to have forgotten his concern as soon as the twins were out of sight. The half-elf trusted his sons to handle any situation that should arise; and besides, what could possibly happen in the safety of Imladris?
The sound of the dining room doors slamming open nearly caused him to fall from his chair. He stood, an unnamed fear settling deep within him, as he turned to see Elladan skid to a halt beside the table.
"Ada!" Elladan panted, his face pale and his eyes wide. "Erestor... rooms... blood!"
Elrond had moved from his seat when his eldest son had stormed into the room, intending to comfort him, but when he heard Elladan's garbled words, he ran past his son and into the hall.
Glorfindel stared in shock, unable to move as he watched Elladan slowly fall to his knees as eveninalinally caught up to him. 'No,' Glorfindel thought desperately. 'Nothing can happen in Imladris.'
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Elrohir's hands shook as he searched Erestor for the source of the bleeding, pushing aside the advisor's stained and torn robes. He sucked in a breath as he saw the two deep gashes along Erestor's side; this was where the majority of the blood was coming from, or so Elrohir assumed.
He pressed his hand tightly to the wound and once again felt for a pulse, finding it unchanged. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked towards the door, praying that his father arrived quickly.
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Elladan's soft sobs finally managed to attract Glorfindel's attention and the blond elf knelt next to the still shaking half-elf, glad to have something to do. "Dan? What happened?" he asked, gently pulling the young elf into his arms.
Elladan stared up at Glorfindel, visibly pulling himself together. "Erestor's hurt, Fin. He... he was just lying there on the floor and... and... there was blood," he choked, starting to cry agai"The"There was blood everywhere."
Glorfindel said nothing, just closed his eyes and held tight to the elf in his arms.
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Elrond quickly surveyed the situation as he knelt by his youngest son's side. "Injuries?" he asked, noting with alarm that Erestor's eyes were closed. He made a cursory examination as he listened to Elrohir's report.
"Two deeps cuts in his side," Elrohir said, pointing to the wound. "And I think there's at least one more; his breathing is difficult but those cuts aren't deep enough to cause that."
Elrond nodded in agreement, feeling for anything that would make moving Erestor to the healing wing difficult. Finding nothing, he gently lifted Erestor into his arms and stood. "Run ahead and alert the healers."
Elrohir nodded and with one last helpless glance at the limp figure in his father's arms, he turned and fled the room.
TBC...
Author: Cheysuli ( cheysuli@gvtc.com )
Rated: R
Pairing: Eventual Glorfindel/Erestor
Summary: Erestor doesn't like the cold.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Panic is so hard to write. Also, I'm thinking of changing the title of this fic to 'Chill of Night.' What do you think? Would have called it this to begin with but for some strange reason, good titles always come to me after I publish the first chapter.
A/N2: I don’t think this chapter is as good as chapter 1, since this one was written during the day. For some reason, I write better at night.
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Glorfindel sighed, absentmindedly pushing his eggs around on his plate. It was strange being here without Erestor; the dark haired elf always arrived before he did, no matter the occasion. Now that Glorfindel had arrived first, he felt a bit lost.
He shook his head, glancing over to Elrond who seemed to have forgotten his concern as soon as the twins were out of sight. The half-elf trusted his sons to handle any situation that should arise; and besides, what could possibly happen in the safety of Imladris?
The sound of the dining room doors slamming open nearly caused him to fall from his chair. He stood, an unnamed fear settling deep within him, as he turned to see Elladan skid to a halt beside the table.
"Ada!" Elladan panted, his face pale and his eyes wide. "Erestor... rooms... blood!"
Elrond had moved from his seat when his eldest son had stormed into the room, intending to comfort him, but when he heard Elladan's garbled words, he ran past his son and into the hall.
Glorfindel stared in shock, unable to move as he watched Elladan slowly fall to his knees as eveninalinally caught up to him. 'No,' Glorfindel thought desperately. 'Nothing can happen in Imladris.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elrohir's hands shook as he searched Erestor for the source of the bleeding, pushing aside the advisor's stained and torn robes. He sucked in a breath as he saw the two deep gashes along Erestor's side; this was where the majority of the blood was coming from, or so Elrohir assumed.
He pressed his hand tightly to the wound and once again felt for a pulse, finding it unchanged. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked towards the door, praying that his father arrived quickly.
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Elladan's soft sobs finally managed to attract Glorfindel's attention and the blond elf knelt next to the still shaking half-elf, glad to have something to do. "Dan? What happened?" he asked, gently pulling the young elf into his arms.
Elladan stared up at Glorfindel, visibly pulling himself together. "Erestor's hurt, Fin. He... he was just lying there on the floor and... and... there was blood," he choked, starting to cry agai"The"There was blood everywhere."
Glorfindel said nothing, just closed his eyes and held tight to the elf in his arms.
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Elrond quickly surveyed the situation as he knelt by his youngest son's side. "Injuries?" he asked, noting with alarm that Erestor's eyes were closed. He made a cursory examination as he listened to Elrohir's report.
"Two deeps cuts in his side," Elrohir said, pointing to the wound. "And I think there's at least one more; his breathing is difficult but those cuts aren't deep enough to cause that."
Elrond nodded in agreement, feeling for anything that would make moving Erestor to the healing wing difficult. Finding nothing, he gently lifted Erestor into his arms and stood. "Run ahead and alert the healers."
Elrohir nodded and with one last helpless glance at the limp figure in his father's arms, he turned and fled the room.
TBC...