A Son in Need-Chapter 8

All Shall End Well

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Elrond sighed wearily as he leaned back against a wall. Estel was finally resting comfortably and the strong words his son had spoken to him still reverberated within his head. He thought back to last night's events and drew a shaky hand across his smiling face. He had felt so careless. He should have kept a better watch on his son. He knew Estel was still recovering and as a healer he should have recognized his son's inability to handle such an excursion no matter how miniscule, but after his conversation with Estel last night, he knew all would be well. Love was a strong healing force. He had promised Estel he would listen to what he had said, and he truly intended to keep that promise.

Elrond threw a glance over to the sleeping form on the bed. Supplies were strewn across the room. His two twin sons were sprawled across chairs taking this moment to rest themselves.

The healer considered himself lucky. His son Elladan had sought him out in his chambers late last night, almost in tears. Elrond didn't need him to say a word. Estel. Quickly he instructed Elladan to grab his herbs and one of his old texts. He also sent word to one of the staff to bring a large amount of boiling water as quickly as possible.

Both father and son made there way to Estel's chambers and entered with haste. Upon setting foot inside, Elrond's heart broke, and anger towards himself boiled up from deep within. He did not fulfill his responsibilities for his youngest son. He mentally berated himself as he made his way towards his ailing son's bed.

Estel moaned as Elrond's cool hand connected with his warm forhead.

"Shh Estel. I'm right here." He could feel the fever burning within Estel.

"Elrohir, grab a cloth and wet it with cool water. Wipe down his face, we need to bring down his fever."

Elrond went to his stash of herbs that Elladan had carried in for him. He grabbed a generous amount of ginger and steeped it in the hot water that had been brought in.

"Elladan, could you place some lavender in a bowl of hot water. I'm hoping the steam will soothe him."

Elrond took the ginger tea from him son and gently coaxed Estel into a sitting position, having Elrohir sit behind Estel for support. He brought the warm liquid to his lips and tipped the cup. The tiniest amount of liquid made its way past his lips before Estel turned his head in opposition.

"No." He moaned. "Stomach…no."

"Shh Estel. It's ginger tea. This will help your stomach. Just a little please."

Estel opened his eyes, bright with fever and gazed at his father. Worry creased Elrond's brow and his eyes silently pleaded with his son. Too exhausted to vocalize his acquiescence Estel just gently nodded his head. Elrond again brought the tea up to his son's lips, this time most of the contents of the cup making it in before Estel once again turned his head away.

"Alright Estel, that's enough. You did well my son. Rest now." Elladan slowly lowered his brother back to the bed, making sure he had enough pillows supporting him. Elrond stood from the bed to leave. He didn't know how much longer he could bear to be around his son before he broke out in sobs. This was his fault. Had he instructed Estel like he would any of his other patients this wouldn't have happened. But Estel was family and Elrond was more lenient with him, allowing leave from bed rest before he was strong enough. For goodness sake, he was a superbly skilled and respected healer, he should have known better. He needed to leave before Estel realized this as well or before his own tears gave him away, whichever came first. But before he could make it any further a clammy hand grabbed his arm.

"Don't go Ada."

Seeing the fragile moment unfold before them, Elrohir and Elladan quickly exited the room to give father and son privacy.

"Estel…I…I don't think I should stay." Before he could continue Estel cut him off.

"Ada! What's wrong? You've never left me before. What has happened? Are you alright? Has something happened?"

"No no my son. I am well as is our home. It's just that, well I feel I am at fault for your current condition."

"No Ada. No you are not. Don't even think that. I'm so surpised to hear this coming from you. In no way is my condition your fault."

"But it is! With all my experience I should have known better than to let you out of bed so soon. I should have seen how weak you still were. I was more lenient with you because you are my son. I truly am at fault here. Don't you see, I poorly judged the situation and erred in my choice."

"Please, Ada. Please stop. I can't bear to hear you talk like this. You know how difficult of a patient I can be. If anyone is at fault it is I. I made you believe I was feeling better than I was. But I so badly wanted to leave this room and didn't want you to worry about me any longer. If anyone used poor judgment, it was I. No more placing blame…on anyone. What's done is done. I'm feeling better and this time I shall stay in bed until I am recovered fully. "

Elrond smiled down at his son and took a seat once again on the edge of his bed. He smoothed back Estel's hair and placed a kiss on his forehead. He raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Your fever has lowered. You fight well my son. I shall take your words to heart."


"Yes Estel?"

"Could you…well, could you sing me a lullaby as you did when I was younger." Estel sheepishly gazed up at his father. It had been many years since Estel had asked for a lullaby and almost as many since Elrond had sung to any of his children. He fondly recalled the memories of sitting with his much younger children at bed time and telling them a tale or singing them a lullaby before wishing them a good night's sleep. And Estel especially grew very attached to the lullabies. Every time his youngest was stuck in bed with a fever or cold or whatever that poor child managed to come down with, Estel would sit by his side, stroke his forehead and gently sing to him.

"Of course Estel. Would you like your favorite?"

Estel grinned and shook his head with as much enthusiasm as he could manage. Estel dearly cherished this lullaby. Elrond first started to sing it to comfort Estel as a very young boy when nightmares and distressing thoughts of his mother plagued his sleep. Eventually, anytime a lullaby was needed Elrond wouldn't even have to ask which Estel would like to hear.

May it be an evening star

Shines down upon you

May it be when darkness falls

Your heart will be true

You walk a lonely road

Oh! How far you are from home

Mornie utúlie (darknesss has come)

Believe and you will find your way

Mornie alantie (darknesss has fallen)

A promise lives within you now

May it be the shadows call

Will fly away

May it be your journey on

To light the day

When the night is overcome

You may rise to find the sun

Mornie utúlie (darknesss has come)

Believe and you will find your way

Mornie alantie (darknesss has fallen)

A promise lives within you now

A promise lives within you now

"Close your eyes now and rest. I promise I won't leave you tonight."

Estel held back tears. Being sick made him emotional. "I love you Ada."

"I love you my Estel."





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