Super Nanny in Middle Earth

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Beta: Oli

Chapter 8

In the healer’s room…

Elrond noticed how the boy’s sleep was restless, as he moved from side to side.

“Estel,” he shook him lightly, “you need to wake up, ion…”

The boy rubbed his eyes, staring at his Ada, not knowing what to do, his head still hurt him.

“Is your head still hurting, ion?” Elrond asked, and tried to sooth the pain, by stroking his head softly, noticed the boy whimpering under his hands.

Lord Erestor who walked inside, took a good look at the boy.

“Erestor, mellon, what is it?” Elrond asked, as he seemed surprised to see the other lord in the room.

“I was worried about him, mellon-nin,” Erestor replied and added asking, “Is his head still hurting?”

“How did you know?” Elrond asked and stared at his friend in awe.

“I can see how he is holding his head, and his eyes are still closed,” Erestor answered, and added his thought, “I think that I read in Human’s Health book about it.”

“What is it?” Elrond asked as the curiosity caught him, under the wisely advise of his friend.

“I think he is having a migraine, my friend.” Erestor replied with a heavy heart.

“What should I do to make it easier for him?” Elrond asked him.

Erestor walked toward the windows, and made certain that all the curtains were closed, so the light could not pass through.

Then he walked toward the candles, dubbed them, letting the darkness fill the room.

He walked to Estel’s bed, and asked, “Is it good, Estel?”

The boy answered weakly, “Yes.”

“Rest, Estel, we will not let anyone make a noise, you can rest.”

Estel nodded, and set his head back to the white pillow, and covered his blanket over his head.

“Do you mind telling me of what you did?” Elrond asked, as he watched his friend leave the room, he followed him, and he closed the door after they left.

“I make it comfortable for him, my friend,” Erestor replied, and explained of what Estel needs, “You have to make sure that no one is going to disturb his peace, no sound, no light in the room, and I can give you the book to read it.”

“You do that, mellon-nin.” Elrond said to him, as he indeed wished to read about it.

"What about the messenger?” Erestor asked as he remembered the guard that came from Mirkwood.

"King Thranduil sent a guard, not a messenger, and I have no idea, what to write to Thranduil.” Elrond corrected him.

"What do you mean, Elrond?” Erestor asked, noticing the frown upon his friend.

Elrond sighed heavily and replied, “King Thranduil is having a problem with his mischievous elfling, and he asked for my advice.”

Erestor grinned, “It seems as if everyone thinks that you are doing the best with the upbringing of elflings mellon-nin."

Elrond sighed heavily, not knowing of what he should do about it.

Both of them watched as Galdor walked to them, and Elrond hoped that he would not ask anything.

"My Lord Elrond,” Galdor greeted the lord, and bowed lightly, then he added, “Do you have something for me?”

"Nay, not yet.” Elrond replied.

"Why? What is it?” Galdor asked.

"The boy, Estel, got sick, and Haldir and his brothers came right when I wanted to write, and since then, I have not found the time.” Elrond replied, as he hoped that the guard would understand.

"Is he all right, my lord?” Galdor asked, and hoped that the boy is well.

"No, he had some type of headache.” Erestor replied before his lord could.

"Is it worst?” the guard asked.

Elrond nodded.

"Is there anything I can do, my lord?” Galdor asked.

"Only to be quiet, he needs peace.” Erestor replied.

"Will you give me something to my King, my Lord?” Galdor asked, and held some hope in his heart.

"I will, come later to my room, and I will give you my answer.” Elrond said to him, with hope that he will know what to write to his friend.

Galdor nodded and walked away.

"I hope that Lindir is all right.” Elrond said suddenly remembering the hurt look in the young lord's face.

"You better hope that he will come back all right,” Erestor grinned and added, “You know that he and Glorfindel are outside, and all the elflings too.”

“This is what I am afraid of, mellon-nin,” Elrond confessed, as he was concerned about the young lord, and the asked when he saw the kitchen maid walking outside, “Where is Süril?”

“I saw her and Haldir outside, though I fear for his brothers,” Erestor replied not knowing what they will do about it, “I have no idea how they will take it mellon-nin, I mean it is like he replaced them in her, and you saw how much they love to play, and I think that he does not care about them.”

“What are you saying?” Elrond asked, and they both started to walk toward the hall, outside.

“I say that we should be very patient and see what is going on, and then look at how to deal with it,” Erestor replied, and then he changed the subject, “I do hope that you know what to answer to your friend, mellon-nin.”

“I do hope that I will find something, or Thranduil will be doomed as I am now.” Elrond smirked.

“Come, let us see, how the lords are dealing with the elflings.” Erestor smiled at him.

Elrond stared at him with an astonished look and asked, “Mellon-nin, what about the books? Or were you bored with it?”

“The books can wait, I want to breathe the fresh air, and to smile, I think that the lords will do some entertaining for us, mellon.” Erestor replied and grinned at the lord.

Elrond sighed heavily, and then with worried eyes, he asked, “Is Estel going to be all right?”

“He will be all right, all he is need is quiet, and darkness, it is to ease the pain in his head.” Erestor explained to him.

~*~

Back to Mirkwood

Gîl and Thranduil watched the princeling with wary eyes, hoped that he would feel better, and will not let the nightmare overcome him.

They could see how he was restless even in the reverie that his body needed.

Thranduil moved his hand toward his son’s cheek and stroked it softly, as he tried to take the pain and the hurt from him, “Ion, you are all right, safe and sound, I am here with you, ion-nin.”

“Ada… help… help… blade…” Greenleaf gasped from his nightmare, his hands gripped his Adar’s hands, never letting go of him.

Gîl understood right away, that the hole in the Princeling, it is must have come from the blade; it might be from sword or dagger, though the thought evaded him, why should anyone attempt to murder the Princeling?

“I am here ion, no one is going to hurt you, no one!” Thranduil said with a firm voice, hoping that his son will have some decent sleep, and rest, he knew that he needed rest, as his body is weak.

He could feel by the princeling breaths that he was asleep in his arms, and then he moved him slowly down the comfortable and warm bed, and moved his hand to stroke his son’s hair, and kept mumbling that he is there for him, and no one is going to hurt him.

Thranduil turned around, noticed the healer was on the move, and wondered what was going on in the healer’s mind, which caused him to work hard, and get out from the healer’s room.

When the healer returned, the king noticed the pack of herbs that he brought, and asked with curiosity, “What are those for?”

“It is for the hole in his stomach, I hope that it is not poisoned, or it will be worse to handle, Thranduil.” Gîl replied with a heavy heart.

Gîl removed the blanket from Greenleaf slowly, and re-opened the bandage, and then he used the pack of herbs that he brought, he cleaned the blood that continued dripping from the wound, and he was afraid of it, as the blood seemed to become darker.

The healer sighed heavily, and Thranduil was concerned about his son’s health.

“What is it?” Thranduil asked, but not getting any answer from the healer, he almost raised his voice, “Tell me!”

“Look at his blood, do you see something wrong?” Gîl asked him, as he moved his hand to take some herbs, and new bandages, to cover the dark blood that appeared from the hole.

“It is not blood, it is poison, ”Thranduil understood, why the healer frowned and the king wondered, “Why should anyone wish to poison my son?”

“That my king we need to find out after your son is healed, and he might have seen who it was.” Gîl suggested.

“I really hope that he remembers who did it,” Thranduil said his thought and then he added with a warning in his voice, “The one which did it, will die by my own hands, this I swear to the Valar.”

Gîl sighed, and hoped that they would not go in this direction as he did not need more injured elf's in his healing rooms.

He changed the issue, “When is Galdor suppose to return?”

“I almost forgot about him, with all that is going on and also concerning for my son,” Thranduil admitted, and added, “I do hope that he will return soon, as I need Lord Elrond's advice, in case, as you could see, my son is a magnet for trouble.”

“I am aware of it, my king.” Gîl smiled at the king.

“I do hope that he will tell us who did it to him, and I can not believe that anyone would dare to hurt my son.” Thranduil said, and moved his hand to cup his elfling’s face.

“I hope so too.” Gîl said to him.

He was aware of the black blood, which kept filling the bandages that he just put on.

“Thranduil,” he said with pleading voice, “Keep him still, this is going to hurt him, but I am afraid that I have to do this.”

“Have to do what?” Thranduil asked in concern, as he saw the healer stand, and take his knife out.

“What are you going to do with it?” The king asked, with concern.

“I need to cut around the wound, and I hope that it has not infected other areas of the princeling’s body.” Gîl replied, as he moved the blade toward the torch to disinfect the blade.

Thranduil took a deep breath, and moved closer to his son’s body, and held him firmly, hoping that all the processing that the healer is doing will be fast enough to save his son from certain death.

Gîl moved toward the wound in the princeling’s stomach, and find himself moving the blade with shaking hands, and he tried to control himself, as he knew how much the elfling needed him to take care of him. He breathed deep, and inhaled it out, and then as he found his hands become steady, he moved to cut around the hole.

He heard Greenleaf screaming from the pain of the hot knife blade, and noticed how the elfling rolled his eyes, and fall into welcome unconsciousness.

The healer continued in his work, hoped that he cut around the poison area, and it did not spread too far in the princeling’s body, and he hoped that the elfling had enough strength within him so as not to let the poison take him over.

Thranduil sighed in relief when he saw the healer place the saturated knife under the filthy bandages, and taking water that he brought with him, as he disinfected the knife, and cleaned the area, and then he covered it with herbs and more bandages around the large area, knowing that it will leave a scar.

After he finished bandaging it, he cleaned the remaining blood that dripped from the princeling’s wound.

Then after making sure that no blood seeped from the bandages, he took all the dirty bandages, and his knife, and headed toward the bathroom.

Thranduil whispered to his son, that he is all right, and no one is going to hurt him, and that he loves him so much that he was not going to lose him.

“Fight, ion, fight.” Thranduil added with a soft voice, letting his son knows that he needs to fight for his life.

Princeling Greenleaf tried to fight the demons in his mind, as his body grew weak with every minute that passed.

‘Leave me alone… I want my Ada…’ he cried toward the demons, fighting to be with his Adar than the dark creatures that he could see in his body.

“Fight, ion, fight.” Greenleaf heard his Adar's pleading voice call to him, telling him to fight.

He moved toward the demons he saw in his mind, and repeated his Adar words loud and clear, ‘I will not let you take me away from my Adar, I will fight against you.’

Thranduil could see his son fight for his life, he could see him moving his lips speaking and yet, no sound was heard from him.

In the meanwhile, Gîl returned from the bathroom with a clean knife, that he placed back into his leg’s sheath.

The healer was concerned too about the princeling health, as he did what he should be doing quickly, just to be in the king and the princeling’s side.

~*~

Back to Imladris…

Haldir was not happy, even if he returned to be with her, he was concerned about his brothers, he never seen them so sad, and angry about him.

“Haldir.” The guard turned around, and noticed Lord Elrond and another lord walking toward him.

“Haldir, this is Lord Erestor, he is my advisor,” Elrond introduced to him, and then he told the advisor, “This is Haldir, guardian from Lothlórien, and I believe that you told his brothers a bedtime story, yesterday.”

“You did?” Haldir asked seeming surprised at the news.

“Aye, he was.” Elrond confirmed to him.

“Where are your brothers?” Erestor asked, as he did not see the little ones around.

“I do not know, I think that they are hiding somewhere, but I could not guess where is it, so far.” Haldir replied.

“Have you been playing with them since you arrived?” Erestor asked.

Elrond stared at his friend like he saw an orc, with astonished look, and watched Haldir for an answer.

“Nay, I was otherwise occupied, my lords.” Haldir replied, hoping that he would not find himself and his brothers again being banished.

“Is she waiting for you now, or is she close?” Elrond asked.

“Aye, I even invite my brothers to take part with us, at the picnic she helped to cook, and I thought it would be a great time with them as well.” Haldir replied.

“Have you introduced each other?” Erestor asked.

Haldir tried to remember if he did it, but he did not even think of that, as he seemed to take his brothers for granted. “I did not.” He answered.

“Then, you should do, it might would help it.” Erestor pointed to him.

“Go back to her, I see no use for now.” Elrond said, and both lords headed toward the river hoping to find at least one of the lords around.

Haldir watched them going and he sighed heavily, hope that he could solve whatever it is between him and his brothers.

~*~

In the meanwhile, in the healer’s room…

Imladris

The boy moved in his sleep, he still could feel his head beating strong and louder to him. He lifts his head in the darkness, hoped that his Adar will be there with him.

“Ada…” he called though his voice was weak and dry.

“ADA!” he raised his voice as loud as he could, and sank back to the pillow.

The Mirkwood guard that was around, heard the boy calling for Lord Elrond, but Lord Elrond as he remembered left the house, he wondered why he left the boy alone, if he did not feel well.

Galdor walked toward the door, and opened it only to find a frightened boy shaking in the bed.

"Estel,” Galdor called softly, not wanting to scare the boy more that he was, he noticed the glass of water, he walked to him, and helped him sit in the bed, “Here, son, drink, it will help your throat.”

Estel let the elf help him to drink, and when he finished he let him taking back the glass and then he thanked him.

"Who are you? You look different.” Estel then asked the elf. He could not remember if he saw him in Imladris before or not.

"I am a guard from Mirkwood, came on behalf of my King Thranduil, and his Princeling Legolas. My name is Galdor.” the guard replied to him softly, never losing eye contact with the boy through the darkness.

"Why are you here?” Estel asked the elf.

"I am waiting for your Adar to write a message that my king is waiting for.” the guard replied.

"Oh...” Estel said, and then he asked the elf, “Where is my Ada?”

"He left to see where your brothers are.” Galdor replied.

"Will you stay with me?” Estel asked.

Galdor nodded and stayed with him, and then he asked, “How is your head?”

"Still hurts.” the boy replied, not adding more.

Galdor remembered the healer told him that he needs to be in quiet, so he did not add anymore question.

"What is wrong with the king and his son?” Estel asked with his eyes closed.

Galdor sighed heavily and replied, “Well, my king is dealing with a mischievous elfing that loves to torture us, the guards and his Adar a lot.”

"Even you?” Estel asked, and the guard could hear the smile in his voice tone.

"Even I.” Galdor said, and sighed as he remembered the event that caused him to come to Imladris. He smiled.

“I would like to meet him.” Estel suddenly said as he thought in his mind about the mischievous princeling.

He never met a princeling, neither a king before.

Galdor did not know of how he should answer it, and said nothing.

~*~

In the meanwhile, outside…

Lord Glorfindel walked toward the river, hoping that he was not making a mistake, by choosing this path.

As he walked he heard noises, he tried to feel something, but he could feel nothing in his presence, nothing about the twins or Haldir’s brothers.

He did not know what to think anymore, as facing with Haldir’s brothers was a horror incident with them, and hoped that the twins at least would have some manners with them.

He walked toward the bushes, not wishing to take chances again and find himself inside the river, feeling that one time is enough.

Glorfindel scanned each bush, but saw nothing, as he felt no presence of the elflings.

Then he could feel it, they were throwing something at him, and it hurt him, Glorfindel wondered how Lindir was doing, and hoped that Lindir's condition was better than his.

“Stop it…” Glorfindel warned, as he tried to duck, not wanting to get hit more than he already found himself caught off guard.

“It is fun…” The Balrog Slayer heard, and shrugged.

“It is useless…” he mutters to himself, seemed nothing worked for each elflings.

He thought that elflings were suppose to be sweet and cute, but all he see was something else, they were worst than orcs, he thought.

They were evil, acting out of character, and had no manners.

Glorfindel stopped in his place, not moving as he heard his friend, calling out for all the elflings aloud. He smiled, and glad that he finally showed up.

“ELLADAN, ELROHIR, OROPHIN AND RUMIL! STOP IT AT ONCE!”

All the elflings walked toward the elf lord with innocent eyes, and a bit of sadness.

Erestor in the meanwhile went to check on Lord Lindir’s condition, surprised to find the young lord have marks of apples in his face, and body, and said to him with comfort, “Come with me, mellon-nin.”

Lindir followed him as they walked back toward the house, and the lord gave him a quick look before he focused his eyes upon the devilries elflings.

Haldir was on his way as he heard the lord calling his brothers’ name. He still was worried about them. He showed, and stared at the lord, wondering what they did at that moment.

“Elrond what is going on?” Haldir asked, he was afraid of the consequences that his brothers might cause.

“Well, my sons, and your brothers seemed to find fun by hitting both Glorfindel and Lindir.” Elrond replied to him, as he stared at the elflings, noticed how they exchanged smiles between them.

“Take your brothers, and be with them in the guest's room, and do not leave the room, until I come.” Elrond said to him, and hoped that the guard would not leave the room just so he could walk to the kitchen maid.

“You two,” he said toward his son, and added, “Come with me, and you had better hope that Estel is doing all right.”

Haldir took his brothers, heading toward the house after the lord and his sons.

Once the entire group entered the house, Haldir asked his brothers to show him where their room was, and he let them lead him, and then once they all were inside, he closed the door, and let them sit upon the beds.

“Orophin, Rúmil, let me know what I did wrong, please.” Haldir asked, and he hoped that they would tell him.

The brothers wished that they could ignore him, and turned toward each other; afraid to see his eyes, but at the same time hoping that he still loved them.

~*~

Mirkwood…

Thranduil stared at his son with worried eyes, and he dearly hoped that the poison would be gone from his body, and his elfling will get all the rest that he needed as his body his weak, and then smiled at him, and running around.

“Will he be all right, Gîl?” Thranduil asked him.

“Give him time, my King, he is doing very well as he fights the poison,” Gîl replied, and added with a comfort smile, “and a far as I see, your elfling is stubborn and will not let the demons that he fought to win.”

The king sighed and kept staring at his son with a glimpse of hope in his eyes.

“He is too stubborn to let death consume him, Thranduil.” Gîl grinned at him, hoping that the king would have at least a small amount of faith in his son, and would not fall to the same grief that took him apart when his father died in the Last Alliance, and his wife that had been murdered in the forest, after the princeling was born.

Thranduil nodded, and kept staring at his son’s limp form, and hoped that he will be all right, as he missed him terribly, and did not wish to lose another one, and his heir.

Gîl did not know if the king knows of what he told him, he kept staring at both of them with concerning eyes. Then he stood, and left the room, walking toward the hallway to bring food, he did not want to lose either of them, and he would do anything, even forced the king if he would have to in order to get him to eat, not letting him fall to grief, even if it seemed close, as the princeling might be knocking at Namo’s door.

The king noticed the healer left the room, and said nothing, but kept looking at his precious son.
“I love you ion-nin, my precious ion, fight…” Thranduil whispered to his ear, and kept saying the words; hoping to see more change in his son’s fragile body.

~*~

Imladris…

Lord Elrond took the twins into the dark and quiet room where the boy was, though before he opened the door, he let them knows that Estel needs silence, as his head hurts.

He hoped that the twins understood, and then he opened the door. Surprised to see Galdor there, and hearing him and the boy’s last conversation.

“Do not disturb,” Galdor asked and added, “He returned to sleep.”

The twins though were beside the boy bedside, but did not disturb him.

Galdor walked toward the lord who waited in the doorframe, and let him know that the boy called for him, and because he knew that the lord had left the house he took charge and spoke to the boy and gave him a drink.

Elrond nodded, and thanked him for caring for his son, and let him know, that he was going to write a message for his king once he checked Estel through.

"Elladan and Elrohir, be quiet, please." Elrond asked, and stared at the boy with heavy concern.

Then Erestor walking with Lindir, and Elrond seemed surprised as he saw them, and asked, "What took you so long?"

"He is limping, mellon-nin."

"Come, sit on the next bed to Estel," Elrond said to him, as he walked to help him, and then he turned to the twins, and asked, "Do not move from your places, and I do not wish to hear that you have disturbed Lord Lindir's rest, after everything that you two and Haldir's brothers did to him and to Lord Glorfindel."

Erestor stared at the twins, noticed the sad eyes and decided to act, he walked to Elrond, and told him that he is taking the twins to their room, and he will read them a story, and will make them promise that they will not disturb anyone who is staying in the healer's room.

The healer agreed.

Erestor asked for the twins to follow him outside, and then when he closed the door, he asked them, "Do you want me to read you another bedtime story?"

The twins nodded, and he walked with them toward their room, and then he asked for them to wait for him in their bed, while he was going to bring another book..

Erestor brought from the library a book that was called 'Survivor Tales from Mordor'.

He opened the book and sighed as he bookmarked the page of the story that caught his eyes, and yet the story that he loved to read yet again and again.

"What are you going to read to us, Uncle Erestor?" Elrohir asked, as he seemed curious of which story he was going to read.

"I am going to read you a survivor elf story that I found and read it over and over, as the story left me in tears, and the elf was so brave and fought for his life through the high flame in Mordor, not letting the evil console his soul, taking him from his body, he fought against the odds, and escaped, and I am going to tell you a story of how the elf escaped from the menace that he was going through." Erestor replied.

TBC…