A Healing of Hearts
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,325
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Part 2
Thranduil, gasped and stumbled back, as a healer nearly knocked him
over.
Growling under his breath, Thranduil was pleased to see the healer
gulp in fear.
"I am sorry, My King. He will die, if his wounds are not treated
right now!" The healer stuttered out, as he ran around the room
getting supplies.
Thranduil, nodded towards the healer, his eyes never once leaving
Elrond's prone body.
"Was he alone? There had to be guards with him, surely he wouldn't be
traveling alone." Thranduil asked the guard, with his eyes still
locked onto Elrond.
"We saw none, except for him. It looked as if he was attacked by a
large group of ocrs. We found at least twenty of the foul things
dead, by his sword." Amoros stated in awe.
"Hmmmff! He is a great warrior. He is the Lord of Imladris, Elrond
Peredhel, himself." Thranduil growled out, as he glanced at the
surprised _expression on his guards face.
"The Peredhel?" Amoros gasped out, in disbelief.
"AI! The one and only! The only Lord stupid enough to be out on his
own!" Thranduil spat out.
Turning towards his guard, Thranduil ordered him to send word to
Imladris concerning it's Lord.
"Will he live?" Thranduil asked, as he grabbed arm arm of the nearest
healer to him.
"He is strong, My King. However, his wounds are grave. He may not
live to see the dawn." The healer said in a sad voice, as he looked
down on him.
Thranduil gasped in shock. "Elrond may not live?" he thought to
himself.
Walking back over to the prone, broken form of his former lover,
Thranduil, with surprising tenderness, gently stroked the back of his
knuckles along Elrond's face.
"You will live! Even if I have to beat it into you, I will make you
live." Thranduil whispered out.
Turning his head, Thranduil caught the surprised _expression of his
healer.
"You will do all you can for him. Have his wounds cleaned and
bandaged. His bones set, and bound. When you have done all you can
for him, bring him to my private chambers and place him in my own
bed.
Then I will see to him myself, is that understood?" Thranduil asked
in a tone that left none to argue with.
"Yes, My King!" The healer quickly agreed.
Then Thranduil turned, and quickly left the healing rooms, without
another word.
over.
Growling under his breath, Thranduil was pleased to see the healer
gulp in fear.
"I am sorry, My King. He will die, if his wounds are not treated
right now!" The healer stuttered out, as he ran around the room
getting supplies.
Thranduil, nodded towards the healer, his eyes never once leaving
Elrond's prone body.
"Was he alone? There had to be guards with him, surely he wouldn't be
traveling alone." Thranduil asked the guard, with his eyes still
locked onto Elrond.
"We saw none, except for him. It looked as if he was attacked by a
large group of ocrs. We found at least twenty of the foul things
dead, by his sword." Amoros stated in awe.
"Hmmmff! He is a great warrior. He is the Lord of Imladris, Elrond
Peredhel, himself." Thranduil growled out, as he glanced at the
surprised _expression on his guards face.
"The Peredhel?" Amoros gasped out, in disbelief.
"AI! The one and only! The only Lord stupid enough to be out on his
own!" Thranduil spat out.
Turning towards his guard, Thranduil ordered him to send word to
Imladris concerning it's Lord.
"Will he live?" Thranduil asked, as he grabbed arm arm of the nearest
healer to him.
"He is strong, My King. However, his wounds are grave. He may not
live to see the dawn." The healer said in a sad voice, as he looked
down on him.
Thranduil gasped in shock. "Elrond may not live?" he thought to
himself.
Walking back over to the prone, broken form of his former lover,
Thranduil, with surprising tenderness, gently stroked the back of his
knuckles along Elrond's face.
"You will live! Even if I have to beat it into you, I will make you
live." Thranduil whispered out.
Turning his head, Thranduil caught the surprised _expression of his
healer.
"You will do all you can for him. Have his wounds cleaned and
bandaged. His bones set, and bound. When you have done all you can
for him, bring him to my private chambers and place him in my own
bed.
Then I will see to him myself, is that understood?" Thranduil asked
in a tone that left none to argue with.
"Yes, My King!" The healer quickly agreed.
Then Thranduil turned, and quickly left the healing rooms, without
another word.