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lotr_sesaTitle: A Moment in Life
Summary: Elrond of Rivendell, Healer
Characters/Pairings: Elrond, Glorfinder, OFC
Genre: Gen
Beta: The Wonderful K - all remaining mistakes are mine.
Rating/Warnings: PG/None
Word Count: 1251
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winterwitch - Reqeust was for Scenario/Prompt:I like gen and slash (het is ok), hurt/comfort and angst with a happy or hopeful ending, humour, romance, cultural background, character studies, witty banter, unusual occupations and biographies, AU, healing, injury and disability, missing scenes and I choose Prompt #3 Elrond: a scene or moment in the life of Elrond, the loremaster, the scholar, the healer, no matter at which point in his life. I hope you enjoy it!
Wintertime had come to Rivendell as it had for hundreds of years in the past, very slowly. Elrond, the ruler of this land, wanted to give his people time to be prepared for the much needed cold months. As elves didn't feel the cold as other races they mostly used the time to finish their harvest and to ensure they had enough food to last until springtime.
Some that truly appreciated the coming season were the younger elves. The young of Rivendell loved the snow for its most basic purpose - to make snow sculptures and have fights. The older elves loved this time of year for things sort of slowed down a little and even though they never got tired, they still appreciated the slower pace that winter brought to their lands.
However, it was those between the two groups that didn't really care too much for the season. When the hardest of the winter hit they couldn't practice their fighting like they wanted and the border patrols were longer since getting back and forth was a bit more treacherous. This kept them away from the midst of things and most were not happy about that.
Elrond loved this time of year for he could set aside some of his duties as ruler and concentrate on one thing he loved, which was his healing. This winter he had no apprentice so he could use all his spare time doing what he wanted, whether it be writing down medicinal concoctions he had mastered or taking an inventory of all the herbs they had in the infirmary and ensuring they were all still good for making salves and lotions.
He still kept up with the comings and goings of Rivendell, Erestor and Glorfindel would ensure that, but even rulers needed some downtime and he never felt more energized than when he was in the middle of the hospital wing and his hands flowed over herbs; crushing and tearing them into potions that would aid in healing. Yes he was a scholar, and when needs be a soldier and at times a lore master, but as a healer was when he felt like he did the most for his people.
He had just finished an initial inventory when he sensed something was wrong. He turned quickly and hurried to the main healing room just as Glorfindel and two border guards came in carrying an unconscious elf.
"What happened?" he asked as he went to the ailing elf.
"Annor fell into the Bruinen," Glorfindel stated. "He got swept away by the current and pulled downstream."
Elrond began to undress the elf and as soon as his hands touched bare skin he shivered. "How long was he in the water?" he demanded.
When Glorfindel didn't answer he looked up and asked again, and Glorfindel answered quietly, "Nobody saw him go in right away so it could have been as long as an hour."
Elrond knew what that meant: thirty minutes in the water meant his body temperature was lowered for longer than they thought the body could withstand, and an hour meant the elf was lucky he was still alive. He quickly went to work.
While it was extremely unusual for elves to die, it wasn't unheard of. Because of the body’s healing properties, most injuries were recoverable from but something like this could definitely end this elf’s life.
Elrond moved instinctively. He called for all the other healers and they worked on the ailing elf as quickly as they could. They had to slowly bring his inner body temperature up, but not too slowly, and the timing was tricky. He called for herbs and medicines and everyone in the healing wing stood by and helped.
Finally Elrond was happy with the temperature of Annor's skin and they slowed down the warming process. He heard running steps and looked over at Glorfindel who was standing guard by the door. They nodded at each other and Glorfindel caught the she elf as she flew into the room.
"Slow down, Midhes," Glorfindel said and he held the struggling elf firmly. "Elrond is still working on him."
"How is he?" she asked. "When they came to get me they said…."
Elrond glanced at the trembling elf and answered, "Midhes I won't lie, his chances aren't good but I am optimistic he can come back from this."
Glorfindel caught her as her knees collapsed. "You know Elrond is the most talented healer, Annor’s in the best hands,” he said. Picking up the young elf he carried her to a bed on the other side of the room. "Sit here for a few minutes, we'll watch together."
Elrond continued to work and finally his patient's skin began to turn pink and he took a deep breath. He looked over at Glorfindel and Midhes and nodded. "I've done what I can; it's in Eru's hands now.
Eight months later …..
Elrond walked into the healing room taking off his heavy outer robe and putting on the lighter one he wore in the Healing Wing. He walked to the desk and picked up the report that he kept there. He had kept meticulous records on everything he had done to and for Annor. All the medicines given were listed by date. The therapies they had tried to strengthen the elf's muscles were detailed, even the conversations they had about the progress or lack of progress that was made. It had been a long and arduous journey and the elf had a long one still ahead of him but he was healing. It took three months just for him to awaken and then another two more to get him to sit up unaided. Eight months of sweat and tears and trial and error had all come down to this moment.
Finally the door opened and he watched Annor being wheeled in. He knew the young warrior hated being in the wheeled chair but it was necessary to get him around and give him some form of freedom.
Elrond smiled at him, "Ready?"
Annor answered quickly, "More than ready."
Midhes, who had been by his side the whole time, even when he tried to push her away, stepped back and let Elrond take over. He wheeled Annor over to an area he had set up. Glorfindel had rigged two long bars parallel to each other and bolted them to the ground. Elrond had come up with the idea after Annor had first asked when he could start walking. He just hoped these bars would assist him in the right manner. He set Annor in front of the bars and stepped around and stood in front of him inside of the bars.
"Just as we discussed," Elrond told him and watched as the young elf pushed himself up out of the chair and grasped the bars.
Just that initial action had brought sweat to his brow but he was determined. Both Elrond and Midhes watched as Annor took his first step, hands gripped tight on the bar. He took three small steps, turned and went back to his chair.
As he lowered himself back down with a triumphant smile, both Elrond and Midhes clapped and cheered. The young man still had a long journey ahead and Elrond knew that they had been lucky. Elrond enjoyed his time as leader and scholar but this moment, watching this young elf who was lucky to be alive take a step, that was a moment he knew he would remember forever.
Summary: Elrond of Rivendell, Healer
Characters/Pairings: Elrond, Glorfinder, OFC
Genre: Gen
Beta: The Wonderful K - all remaining mistakes are mine.
Rating/Warnings: PG/None
Word Count: 1251
Notes: Written for
winterwitch - Reqeust was for Scenario/Prompt:I like gen and slash (het is ok), hurt/comfort and angst with a happy or hopeful ending, humour, romance, cultural background, character studies, witty banter, unusual occupations and biographies, AU, healing, injury and disability, missing scenes and I choose Prompt #3 Elrond: a scene or moment in the life of Elrond, the loremaster, the scholar, the healer, no matter at which point in his life. I hope you enjoy it!Wintertime had come to Rivendell as it had for hundreds of years in the past, very slowly. Elrond, the ruler of this land, wanted to give his people time to be prepared for the much needed cold months. As elves didn't feel the cold as other races they mostly used the time to finish their harvest and to ensure they had enough food to last until springtime.
Some that truly appreciated the coming season were the younger elves. The young of Rivendell loved the snow for its most basic purpose - to make snow sculptures and have fights. The older elves loved this time of year for things sort of slowed down a little and even though they never got tired, they still appreciated the slower pace that winter brought to their lands.
However, it was those between the two groups that didn't really care too much for the season. When the hardest of the winter hit they couldn't practice their fighting like they wanted and the border patrols were longer since getting back and forth was a bit more treacherous. This kept them away from the midst of things and most were not happy about that.
Elrond loved this time of year for he could set aside some of his duties as ruler and concentrate on one thing he loved, which was his healing. This winter he had no apprentice so he could use all his spare time doing what he wanted, whether it be writing down medicinal concoctions he had mastered or taking an inventory of all the herbs they had in the infirmary and ensuring they were all still good for making salves and lotions.
He still kept up with the comings and goings of Rivendell, Erestor and Glorfindel would ensure that, but even rulers needed some downtime and he never felt more energized than when he was in the middle of the hospital wing and his hands flowed over herbs; crushing and tearing them into potions that would aid in healing. Yes he was a scholar, and when needs be a soldier and at times a lore master, but as a healer was when he felt like he did the most for his people.
He had just finished an initial inventory when he sensed something was wrong. He turned quickly and hurried to the main healing room just as Glorfindel and two border guards came in carrying an unconscious elf.
"What happened?" he asked as he went to the ailing elf.
"Annor fell into the Bruinen," Glorfindel stated. "He got swept away by the current and pulled downstream."
Elrond began to undress the elf and as soon as his hands touched bare skin he shivered. "How long was he in the water?" he demanded.
When Glorfindel didn't answer he looked up and asked again, and Glorfindel answered quietly, "Nobody saw him go in right away so it could have been as long as an hour."
Elrond knew what that meant: thirty minutes in the water meant his body temperature was lowered for longer than they thought the body could withstand, and an hour meant the elf was lucky he was still alive. He quickly went to work.
While it was extremely unusual for elves to die, it wasn't unheard of. Because of the body’s healing properties, most injuries were recoverable from but something like this could definitely end this elf’s life.
Elrond moved instinctively. He called for all the other healers and they worked on the ailing elf as quickly as they could. They had to slowly bring his inner body temperature up, but not too slowly, and the timing was tricky. He called for herbs and medicines and everyone in the healing wing stood by and helped.
Finally Elrond was happy with the temperature of Annor's skin and they slowed down the warming process. He heard running steps and looked over at Glorfindel who was standing guard by the door. They nodded at each other and Glorfindel caught the she elf as she flew into the room.
"Slow down, Midhes," Glorfindel said and he held the struggling elf firmly. "Elrond is still working on him."
"How is he?" she asked. "When they came to get me they said…."
Elrond glanced at the trembling elf and answered, "Midhes I won't lie, his chances aren't good but I am optimistic he can come back from this."
Glorfindel caught her as her knees collapsed. "You know Elrond is the most talented healer, Annor’s in the best hands,” he said. Picking up the young elf he carried her to a bed on the other side of the room. "Sit here for a few minutes, we'll watch together."
Elrond continued to work and finally his patient's skin began to turn pink and he took a deep breath. He looked over at Glorfindel and Midhes and nodded. "I've done what I can; it's in Eru's hands now.
Eight months later …..
Elrond walked into the healing room taking off his heavy outer robe and putting on the lighter one he wore in the Healing Wing. He walked to the desk and picked up the report that he kept there. He had kept meticulous records on everything he had done to and for Annor. All the medicines given were listed by date. The therapies they had tried to strengthen the elf's muscles were detailed, even the conversations they had about the progress or lack of progress that was made. It had been a long and arduous journey and the elf had a long one still ahead of him but he was healing. It took three months just for him to awaken and then another two more to get him to sit up unaided. Eight months of sweat and tears and trial and error had all come down to this moment.
Finally the door opened and he watched Annor being wheeled in. He knew the young warrior hated being in the wheeled chair but it was necessary to get him around and give him some form of freedom.
Elrond smiled at him, "Ready?"
Annor answered quickly, "More than ready."
Midhes, who had been by his side the whole time, even when he tried to push her away, stepped back and let Elrond take over. He wheeled Annor over to an area he had set up. Glorfindel had rigged two long bars parallel to each other and bolted them to the ground. Elrond had come up with the idea after Annor had first asked when he could start walking. He just hoped these bars would assist him in the right manner. He set Annor in front of the bars and stepped around and stood in front of him inside of the bars.
"Just as we discussed," Elrond told him and watched as the young elf pushed himself up out of the chair and grasped the bars.
Just that initial action had brought sweat to his brow but he was determined. Both Elrond and Midhes watched as Annor took his first step, hands gripped tight on the bar. He took three small steps, turned and went back to his chair.
As he lowered himself back down with a triumphant smile, both Elrond and Midhes clapped and cheered. The young man still had a long journey ahead and Elrond knew that they had been lucky. Elrond enjoyed his time as leader and scholar but this moment, watching this young elf who was lucky to be alive take a step, that was a moment he knew he would remember forever.
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Date: 2014-12-25 08:58 pm (UTC)Dealing with severe hypothermia is a challenge even for modern medicine, and doubtlessly much more so even for the most gifted healers of Middle-earth, as Tolkien describes him; I am happy that you're showing him in a situation taxing his abilities to he extreme.
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Date: 2014-12-27 08:25 pm (UTC)So glad you liked the story :)
Merry christmas!
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Date: 2014-12-31 08:52 am (UTC)