A/N Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.

The rockslide really reached peoples' hearts, and for the select few that got caught in said rockslide. Elrond had his heart thrumming in his neck from the massive amount of anxiety and stress that came as a result. The wounds from the party either ranged from minor to severe; the severe had Elrond's primary attention. Sadly, not all of them could be saved, thus adding to the mix of emotions to the half-elf. Standing in the center of a circular room with two alcoves before him, Elrond finally got a chance to get himself under control before visiting three most important and precious victims of the accident.

Elrond's beloved progeny was also caught in the debris.

When that first reached his ears, or rather the ring he bore alerted him of the accident and who were caught under, Elrond about leapt out of his shoes and almost immediately ran to the stables. However, the helpful and rather useful Glorfindel kept the lord of Imladris from doing so, saying that he was needed to stay and prepare for the inevitable ugliness of medical work that was going to arrive. The Vanya did take some experienced healers with him, it would not be acceptable if he did not. But, the most experienced and renowned healer must save his strength and be able to get his mind set for the task in hand.

The trio sons of Elrond were conscious on arriving; however, the twins were most certainly in worse state than the adolescent Estel. The latter only got lightly buried, a lot of dust in his lungs, and a few scrapes and many bruises, since he reached a safe spot, but went back to find his siblings. Elladan, his horse fell over and he fell along with it when the stones broke loose, and heavy boulders broke and battered a decent number of bones. The left lower leg broke, the right shoulder dislocated, and the right arm twisted too far. As for Elrohir, his head got smashed by a rock, giving him a mild concussion, and his chest had much pressure from the weight of the giant stones. His right leg also pierced the skin and was shattered in one bone; it is questionable whether or not he will walk again.

The two surgeries were stressful and filled with tension, but the elves lived. A good many hours later, the twins were now resting under heavy-sedation in their own beds.

Elrond looked to his left to where his eldest lay, walking over into that alcove and saw the still and nearly white form of Elladan on the bed, and directly next to him was a healer monitoring his heartbeat and breathing. The elder twin's eyes flitted to and fro beneath their lids and Elrond quietly took a seat nearby and held the hand that was not swathed greatly in bandages and gauze.

"Elladan." The vale's lord called quietly; all he got was furrowed brows and a very silent whimper as the face was half in the pillow. Elrond also knew there was going to be a lot of pain involved, hence the numbing herbs used in the pastes and in the medicine used to sedate his children. Elrond squeezed the hand slightly and watched as Elladan carefully turned his face to the ceiling.

The twin's eyes continued moving, and Elladan issued another noise and struggled opening said eyes. It took a good long while for them to open even a small amount, but they ended up closing again. For a moment he sounded like an elfling when he weakly called out, "D…d-da…"

"I am here, íon nín." Elrond spoke again lowly. The other healer handed the Imladris lord a damp cloth and Elrond brushed it against Elladan's eyes and across his forehead.

Elladan clearly was not sure what was happening, though the expression that showed on his face showed relief. Again he rolled his head and this time to the wall. The elf's voice was croaky and whispery, and some words were not voiced out, "…m-mooove…"

"You will not be able to for a time, dear son…Relax." Elrond removed the bit of perspiration from Elladan's face and the two coherent healers were watching for any signs of nausea, and Elrond was the one to ask the question. "Do you feel ill, Elladan?"

Elladan did not answer; he instead tentatively opened his eyes again and tried so hard to keep them open, but they closed again. Still, he tried, and this time faced the two present, staring blearily and confusingly at both surroundings and people. "W…where am…? S'strange…"

"You are in Imladris, child, and in your own room." Elrond watched as Elladan lost focus again, and the father called him again, "Do you feel ill?"

Elladan thought about this through the fog and grog and weakly shook his head. "No…"

Elrond smiled, "Good, I do not think you would appreciate feeling like that now, considering what has happened recently." All of them may suffer from after effects from this…

Elladan just shook his head again, mumbling nonsense mostly, then fell quiet. Taking a peek, he cracked open one eye and ended up looking very strange. "W-wh…hands o'me…?" Unsuccessfully he shifted his less damaged arm to try and get the hands off, "Offff."

Elrond still held to said hand, "We have to monitor you for a while to avoid more unnecessary trouble that could follow." The half-elf looked to the other occupant present; she nodded, "So far nothing seems to be abnormal. All you need now is more rest."

Elladan lifted a brow as he watched as best he could, then shifted glazed looking eyes to his father. "Oters…?" He frowned, "Is'll feels wrong…"

Elrond brushed a hand over some dark hair off his poor son's face. "Estel and Elrohir are as well as they can be right now." He did not want to go broad at the moment and mention the fatalities. The Noldo smiled, "Yes, it must feel very wrong. It is not normal to be in such a state. But, I am not trying to squeeze some secrets out of you, yes?"

Elladan seemed to like shaking his head. "Nooo secrets…" He sighed, "Don' know what talkin' 'bout…" The hurt being thought some, "Yes, plenty secrets."

Elrond gave a humored snort and also shook his head. "I thought so. I want you to sleep the rest of this off, Elladan, I will go see the rest of your pack." The elf-lord stood and went to leave.

Elladan was not yet done though, "Ada?"

Elrond stopped and looked over. "Yes, íon nín?"

"W'need snow…"

Elrond lifted a brow, now slightly interested in where this may go. "Why do we need snow?"

Elladan looked very thoughtful about the topic. "Needs it for, for…fun…make tings cold…'ledding 'nd snow-fits…"

Elrond continued smiling. "Do you need snow for anything in particular?"

Again the younger elf thought but with a frown. "Water not g-good 'nough for…"

"Thirst." The third occupant finally spoke. "I am afraid we cannot get any snow-water at the moment, my lord. Will normal water suffice?"

Elladan gave a dark stare. "S'not good 'nough! Snooww…"

"Normal water will have to do, and there is no 'but's nor refusal in the matter." The healer looked to her lord. "I can manage his rants for a while, lord Elrond. I might hear something that you may want to later on."

Elrond nodded briefly. "If he finally settles down then let him be, we are not in any danger of anything at the moment."

The elf-lord eavesdropped a bit more on the argument brought by Elladan about snow before moving towards the opposing alcove, his mood instantly changing to something dourer since there were more surrounding the youngest twin. Elrohir had a greyish look about him as he lay nigh flat. The shock during the accident and then the shock from the amount of blood lost during the operation was the cause of this. Elves could only handle so much stress and damage to their body, so along with the question of being able to walk again, there is also whether or not he will live.

"He is awake, lord Elrond." One of the elves called quietly. "It may not be obvious, but we have been getting water into him."

Elrond wanted, needed to see for himself and knelt by the head of the bed, again stroking some stray strands of dark and slightly silvery hair from his son's face. The breath was labored and he was most certainly in pain, but was unable to do much to inform the others. Not while the temporary paralysis lasted. Between each small swallow of water, the lips would mouth 'cold' and 'hurt' often. Elrond noticed the heated pads and briefly felt them, noting that they were beginning to become cold. Elrond made a small fist to not use Vilya, not so soon after using it already.

"These need to be reheated…and add some pain-killers to his water."

Close to instantly a couple occupants did to go do just that, leaving Elrond and two others left to monitor Elrohir. The latter began shaking slightly and a couple of blankets were further spread over the traumatically-injured elf. Elrond kept saying words of love and reassurances as he imparted strength and let his presence be known to his nearly unconscious son. The hand that was being held slowly folded over the slightly larger and Elrohir rested a bit easier.

The ones that left came back; after receiving the re-heated towels and pain-relief to the water, Elrohir was much more stable once these were applied. Elrond still remained for a long while yet until Elrohir was truly unconscious again. The elf-lord kissed the younger's forehead and stood up to leave.

'Do not take any turn for the worse while I am gone. Everyone will be devastated if we lost you.'

Quietly Elrond walked out of the twins' suite and entered in a room close to theirs and his, and lo Estel was sitting cross legged on his bed, holding tightly to a blanket and trembled. The child was most definitely shocked. Luckily he was only bruised and battered, and congested lungs.

"Suil, Estel." Elrond said as he entered.

Estel started hacking up a lung and using the cloth provided, let the foreign material leave his respiratory tract and onto the provided material. After that episode was dealt with, the adolescent looked up with big eyes. "A-a-ada…"

Elrond looked around briefly. "Where is the one I assigned to be with you?"

Estel blinked a few times. "H-he…a-asked if I w-would be alright. I-I am b-better, A-ada. Just…"

"Shaken, I know." Elrond said softly and examined his foster son. "That rockslide was something you should never need to experience…"

"N-nor any…anything l-like that."

Elrond listened to the human's breathing before standing straight again. "If you feel the need to cough, listen to your body…that will be the only way to get the dust out of there."

Estel only nodded and he bowed his head. Then he looked up again with big eyes, "W-what about…?"

Elrond smirked. "Elladan is awake and yammering away about whatever his fogged mind has to say. When I left he was about ready to argue about why snow is better than normal water." The elf-lord was pleased to see the amused look on Estel's face. "I hope he has finally settled down and is sleeping the rest of the medicine off."

Estel nodded, though he lost the smile and looked worried. "Elrohir…?"

Elrond sighed, "I know not, Estel…" Fear and despair crossed the human child's face. Instinctively Elrond drew him closer, since he knew Estel would not mind the comfort despite his age. "We have done what we can for Elrohir, Estel, and we will continue to try and make him as comfortable as possible. However, you need to be aware of the chance that he may not live through the shock induced by these recent events, or if he is to become crippled: fade."

Estel fought back the tears that threatened to fall but failed. "This is not fair, Ada." He choked, "Why did this have to happen? What did we do to deserve this? What did they do?"

"You did nothing, Estel, and neither did your brothers." Elrond paused. "These things just…happen, and all we can do is try and make the best of the aftermath of it all."

"But why…"

"Do not focus on what or who to blame for this right now, Estel. For now, I would like you to try and manage this as best you are able to, and to be there for your siblings and help them cope with this." Elrond turned Estel's head to look up at him. "There are high chances that all who were part of the accident will end up having problems later on…For your sake at least, do not worry about anything and relax for a time. But, if that is not enough, then do it for your siblings. They may need more strong figures to help them get through this."

Estel again nodded. "I…I will try, ada, if for you and for Elladan and Elrohir."

Elrond gave an approving look. "That is all I can ask of you, my dear Hope." Elrond embraced the human adolescent before moving back. "I want you to try and sleep when you are feeling capable. However, if you are unable, then come find me and I will make something to help."

Estel crawled over to where the pillows were and where the covers could be pulled back. "Am I allowed to see Elladan and Elrohir tomorrow?"

"Elladan you can see…when he is more lucid. Elrohir I would wait a few days, just in case…" Elrond stopped midsentence, "Will you be alright alone?"

Estel nodded, "I will be…I am not a small toddler anymore."

The half-elf grinned. "I know, íon…You know where to find any of us should needs arise."

"Novaer, ada…"

Elrond said his goodnight before heading back to the twins' suite. There will be no possible way for him to sleep, even with a draught. He did not care if Glorfindel or Erestor will get on his heels for this, but this was serious, and by the stars he was not going to be missing anything.

A/N Let's say that if we look into the complexity of medical science and how our heroes would react naturally...they probably would be in loony bins from what they have experienced in their lives. Aragorn never fulfilling his destiny is one thing. As for elves, they have a limit too, and they are probably more subject to mental disorders because of the amount of trauma they could go through in their long lives. "The Skills of a Healer" by PeppyPower is a good piece for a bit more realistic healing in this fantasy and with some modern techniques to treat things.