A Healing of Hearts
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,321
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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A Healing of Hearts
Fic: A Healing of Hearts
Pairings: Elrond/Thranduil
Summery: An injured Elrond is found, and brought before the Mirkwood
King.
Unbeta
Please do not sue me, I do not own any elves..(DAMN!)
I hope you like it.
Part one.
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Thranduil sighed in boredom as his advisor's seemed to go on, and on,
and on, about... "Wait! What were we discussing?" Thranduil thought
to
himself.
He never got the chance to remember, as it was then that a guard came
running, like a bat out of hell into his throne room.
"MY KING! MY KING!" The guard screamed at the top of his high pitched
voice, making Thranduil squint his eyes from the annoying tone.
"What is it, ummm Amoros is it not?" The king asked with a low growl.
The guard, hearing his King's tone, stopped running and swiftly
bowed before him.
"I am sorry, My King. But, we have found an injured elf near the
border. He is very bad off and the captain gave orders to bring him
here." Amoros explained calmly.
Thranduil shot-up off of his throne and quickly started for the
door, heading for the healers.
"There is one more thing, My King." Amoros hesitantly said.
Stopping at the door, Thranduil cocked an eyebrow at the guard.
"Well? What is it?" The king asked in irritation.
"The elf....ummm.....wears...thecolorsofImladris!" Amoros sputtered
out quickly.
"Imladris?" Thranduil asked, to be sure he had heard correctly.
"Yes, My King." Amoros said, as he took a step backwards.
"Well! Looks like Elrond, cannot even keep track of his own men!"
Thranduil growled out.
Turning quickly, the Sindar elf headed down the hall towards the
healers,
knowing that is where his guards would have taken the injured elf.
"ELROND! Hmmmpppff" Thranduil muttered under his breath, as he
stormed
down the hall.
"Why can I never be rid of him, and his? Since the day he left me, to
go marry that twit, I have been haunted by him." The elf thought,
as he fisted his hands in anger.
"I swear if I ever see him again, I will wrap my hands around his
skinny neck, and........" The king's thoughts were brought to a
sudden stop, as he entered the healers ward and he saw the blood-
stained lump, lying unmoving on the table.
The elf if it was an elf. Had long raven black hair, and that seemed
the only part of him that was not covered in blood.
His clothes were ripped and shredded in several places, barely
clinging to him. Through the rips, Thranduil could see that the elf
bore countless cuts and bruises. Both of the elf's hands were
crushed, as if someone or something had stepped on them, slowly
grinding the bones together. Both of the elf's legs were clearly
broken, and were at an odd angle. And, the blood! It was everywhere!
He had to wonder, how one so broken, could still find the will
to continue.
Hearing a soft moan from the injured elf, the blond elf steppedrwarrward,
even though later, he could not say why.
Thranduil reached out a hand, and after gently pushing aside the hair
covering the bloodied face, he sucked in his breath in shock.
"Elrond?" He called out, still in shock at finding the Lord of
Imladris was the injured elf.
Pairings: Elrond/Thranduil
Summery: An injured Elrond is found, and brought before the Mirkwood
King.
Unbeta
Please do not sue me, I do not own any elves..(DAMN!)
I hope you like it.
Part one.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>
Thranduil sighed in boredom as his advisor's seemed to go on, and on,
and on, about... "Wait! What were we discussing?" Thranduil thought
to
himself.
He never got the chance to remember, as it was then that a guard came
running, like a bat out of hell into his throne room.
"MY KING! MY KING!" The guard screamed at the top of his high pitched
voice, making Thranduil squint his eyes from the annoying tone.
"What is it, ummm Amoros is it not?" The king asked with a low growl.
The guard, hearing his King's tone, stopped running and swiftly
bowed before him.
"I am sorry, My King. But, we have found an injured elf near the
border. He is very bad off and the captain gave orders to bring him
here." Amoros explained calmly.
Thranduil shot-up off of his throne and quickly started for the
door, heading for the healers.
"There is one more thing, My King." Amoros hesitantly said.
Stopping at the door, Thranduil cocked an eyebrow at the guard.
"Well? What is it?" The king asked in irritation.
"The elf....ummm.....wears...thecolorsofImladris!" Amoros sputtered
out quickly.
"Imladris?" Thranduil asked, to be sure he had heard correctly.
"Yes, My King." Amoros said, as he took a step backwards.
"Well! Looks like Elrond, cannot even keep track of his own men!"
Thranduil growled out.
Turning quickly, the Sindar elf headed down the hall towards the
healers,
knowing that is where his guards would have taken the injured elf.
"ELROND! Hmmmpppff" Thranduil muttered under his breath, as he
stormed
down the hall.
"Why can I never be rid of him, and his? Since the day he left me, to
go marry that twit, I have been haunted by him." The elf thought,
as he fisted his hands in anger.
"I swear if I ever see him again, I will wrap my hands around his
skinny neck, and........" The king's thoughts were brought to a
sudden stop, as he entered the healers ward and he saw the blood-
stained lump, lying unmoving on the table.
The elf if it was an elf. Had long raven black hair, and that seemed
the only part of him that was not covered in blood.
His clothes were ripped and shredded in several places, barely
clinging to him. Through the rips, Thranduil could see that the elf
bore countless cuts and bruises. Both of the elf's hands were
crushed, as if someone or something had stepped on them, slowly
grinding the bones together. Both of the elf's legs were clearly
broken, and were at an odd angle. And, the blood! It was everywhere!
He had to wonder, how one so broken, could still find the will
to continue.
Hearing a soft moan from the injured elf, the blond elf steppedrwarrward,
even though later, he could not say why.
Thranduil reached out a hand, and after gently pushing aside the hair
covering the bloodied face, he sucked in his breath in shock.
"Elrond?" He called out, still in shock at finding the Lord of
Imladris was the injured elf.