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Chapter 7: Continuing on Elrond narrowed his eyes when the first rider broke through the brush. He would have recognized this elf among thousands and not only because of his unique hair color. Celeborn, Lord of the Golden Wood, was galloping into the clearing. Elrond´s eyes widened however when he espied his mother-in-law just behind her husband followed by an entourage of six warriors as well as an elf driving a large wagon. Elrond kept standing next to his injured son, yet bowed when the royal couple was dismounting. Even if both wore travel clothing, they looked magnificent. Celeborn had a silver lined tunic over black leggings while Galadriel wore — as always — a bright white tunic over leggings the same color. The six warriors fanned out at once and joined their comrades from Imladris in the trees. The elf driving the wagon stopped and only now, Elrond recognized him as Haldir, foster son of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. Celeborn instantly walked toward Elrond while his gaze analytically scanned the sleeping boy on the ground. Galadriel joined Haldir at the wagon and gave her instructions. “A star shines on the occasion of our meeting,“ Celeborn said placing a hand over his heart. “It has been too long, Elrond Peredhel, even if I had wished for happier circumstances.” “Well met, Celeborn, the same applies to me. Even if my heart rejoices in seeing you, I wonder how you discovered our dire situation.” The Elf lord's gaze became suddenly piercing, and Elrond held his breath. “Let´s say we received a sign and deemed it necessary to come to your aid even if thou hast not called for it, Eärendilion.” The slight reprimand of the Lady of light didn´t go unnoticed by the Lord of Imladris but now was not the time to discuss this. Elrond stored the information how the couple was informed to bring help, away for later. This was a story he wanted to hear. While Galadriel was kneeling beside Elrohir, Haldir came over and greeted the Elf-lord. “Well met, Master Elrond. We have brought rescue equipment and other supplies we deemed helpful. It´s all ready for your disposal.” “Thank you, Haldir. I´m glad for the additional equipment. Elrohir´s report about the state of his brother and Glorfindel sounded grave, and an extra pair of hands are very welcome.” Celeborn nodded and greeted Tinár. Galadriel looked up. “And you will need them. I will stay here with Elrohir. My husband and Haldir will continue with you.” This was a statement and not a bidding. Elrond looked momentarily irritated; however, he was glad for the unexpected support. He had already wondered how he have managed to come to his other son´s and Glorfindel´s aid with an already injured child to care for. Seeing the lines on the Half-elf´s face, Celeborn placed a comforting hand on the healer´s shoulder. “We are here to help, son. Elrohir is in the best of hands, and you have your head free to accomplish the rescue mission.” Elrond took a deep breath. “You are right, forgive my reticence. I´m glad I can leave Elrohir in your capable hands, my lady,” he said with an incline of his head toward the Lady of light. “However, we should continue. It´s already been four days since the incident.” Celeborn nodded, and with Haldir, he went toward the wagon to store what things he deemed necessary on two further packhorses. With the three laden mounts from Imladris, they possessed a decent number of required items hopefully sufficient to bring quick aid. Elrond knelt beside his son one last time and placed a hand on his brow and one on his chest. The child fared well according to expectations. He nonetheless poured healing energy into the little body and sent his son into a further healing sleep. It did not sit well with him to leave his injured child behind, but with the appearance of the Lothlórien elves, the situation was much more acceptable now. Elrond rose and started when he felt Galadriel´s breath right next to his ear. “I will take good care of your son, Elrond. Go now and bring back your other son and this infuriating elf you call your counselor. Don´t worry about us, in the meantime; I will be busy to placate my furious daughter.” Elrond whirled around and noticed a reprimand, but when he looked into the ice blue eyes of his mother-in-law, he only saw concern and understanding. Marginally he relaxed. “Thank you,” he said and turned toward the waiting elves of Lothlórien and Tinár, which were already mounted. With a last look at his son, the Elf-lord spurred his stallion onward closely followed by Celeborn, Tinár, and Haldir.
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