"Stop it!" Elrond hardly ever raises his voice. Not anymore. Not at his children.
They stop.
He pushes to his knees, pale and bleeding, one hand pressed against his side. " I am fine," he says. "It'll heal.."
He takes a very deliberate breath. "Glorfindel, she will have to be carried. No." Not listening to the twins' protests. "She will need you, where she can see you. You will walk beside her. Talk to her." Remind her what she has here is what he thinks but doesn't say.
His cloak is covering her from her shoulders down. Pinned in place. "Nothing's broken. She can be lifted. But there are - cuts. So gently."
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Date: 2014-06-09 06:19 am (UTC)From:Elrond hardly ever raises his voice. Not anymore. Not at his children.
They stop.
He pushes to his knees, pale and bleeding, one hand pressed against his side. " I am fine," he says. "It'll heal.."
He takes a very deliberate breath. "Glorfindel, she will have to be carried. No." Not listening to the twins' protests. "She will need you, where she can see you. You will walk beside her. Talk to her."
Remind her what she has here is what he thinks but doesn't say.
His cloak is covering her from her shoulders down. Pinned in place.
"Nothing's broken. She can be lifted. But there are - cuts. So gently."