If this was modern Earth, there would be talk of ambulances and hospitals.
If this was Minas Tirith, or Edoras, there would be calls for a healer or a carriage to the Houses of Healing.
But this is none of those.
Without a word between them, one twin settles at Nerdanel's right side, his pair at her left, Glorfindel staying put and offering her a reassuring smile.
It is hard to say who starts the melody first - possibly Elladan, possibly Elrohir. The other twin picks it up, and Glorfindel follows soon after. It is a slow song, slow and deeply reverent, sung in Quenyan. Songs have power, in Arda, and this one carries the strength of two elves that have in them the blood of Sindar, Noldor, Vanyan, and Maia, and the power of an elf reborn who has seen the light of the Two Trees.
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If this was Minas Tirith, or Edoras, there would be calls for a healer or a carriage to the Houses of Healing.
But this is none of those.
Without a word between them, one twin settles at Nerdanel's right side, his pair at her left, Glorfindel staying put and offering her a reassuring smile.
It is hard to say who starts the melody first - possibly Elladan, possibly Elrohir. The other twin picks it up, and Glorfindel follows soon after. It is a slow song, slow and deeply reverent, sung in Quenyan. Songs have power, in Arda, and this one carries the strength of two elves that have in them the blood of Sindar, Noldor, Vanyan, and Maia, and the power of an elf reborn who has seen the light of the Two Trees.