Once again, her request hits him strangely, but he does not argue for her health, or the health of her men. Even ragged as they are, they challenged two wraiths in the dead of night. If asked, he has no doubt they would ride out before dawn, such is their courage.
"I cannot send you anywhere; authority is not mine to command warriors in Lórien," Elrohir explains and, at last, takes a long look at her.
His brother and he are not healers, great or otherwise, but he is a son of Elrond and well versed in treating wounds suffered in the wild. She sits tall, but there is blood and he can see the bruise welling where her hair parts and gathers. She is in no fit state to travel north, and barely fit enough to reach Caras Galadhon tonight. Yet, he has no doubt that she would press onward if asked.
"It would perhaps..." he continues but stops, head twisting as if he hears a phantom call. He does and, however grim this night has become, he cannot resist the relief that pulls across his face. Far behind them, on that bloodied battlefield, his grandmother is victorious and unharmed beyond the power she has expended. The Nine are now seven and a great distance from them.
"The wraith is no more and the borders are secured; there shall be no more death this night," he tells her, distantly, as he listens. The message is brief, as most messages of this sort are, and after a moment or two he returns to himself.
"Once she has seen to those who live she will meet my brother, then us," Elrohir explains and it is fortunate that Éowyn knows of whom he speaks, it doesn't occur to him to clarify. "If we locate my brother, we might meet her when she arrives, but she will find us regardless."
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Somehow I didn't expect Elrohir would be more than a lore friendly npc, but here we are.
Date: 2025-06-15 12:49 pm (UTC)"I cannot send you anywhere; authority is not mine to command warriors in Lórien," Elrohir explains and, at last, takes a long look at her.
His brother and he are not healers, great or otherwise, but he is a son of Elrond and well versed in treating wounds suffered in the wild. She sits tall, but there is blood and he can see the bruise welling where her hair parts and gathers. She is in no fit state to travel north, and barely fit enough to reach Caras Galadhon tonight. Yet, he has no doubt that she would press onward if asked.
"It would perhaps..." he continues but stops, head twisting as if he hears a phantom call. He does and, however grim this night has become, he cannot resist the relief that pulls across his face. Far behind them, on that bloodied battlefield, his grandmother is victorious and unharmed beyond the power she has expended. The Nine are now seven and a great distance from them.
"The wraith is no more and the borders are secured; there shall be no more death this night," he tells her, distantly, as he listens. The message is brief, as most messages of this sort are, and after a moment or two he returns to himself.
"Once she has seen to those who live she will meet my brother, then us," Elrohir explains and it is fortunate that Éowyn knows of whom he speaks, it doesn't occur to him to clarify. "If we locate my brother, we might meet her when she arrives, but she will find us regardless."