Rescued From Shadows

Chapter Two

Fingon sat outside the room the healers had Maedhros in. He sat leaning against the wall, he let out a long breath. He was tried. He looked at his clothes that were still slightly splattered with blood. He sighed, ignoring it and looked at the ceiling. He sat forward and looked down the hall as he heard running footsteps. Maglor came over panting slightly as he came to a stop outside the healer’s wing.

“Nelyo...how...how is he?” He asked in between breaths.

“I am sorry,” Fingon replied as he stood up. “From what I saw, he was not doing well. Yet, the healers are doing everything they can.”

Maglor turned and reached for the door but Fingon stopped him by grabbing his arm. “Please. Wait.” He said. “The healers need time to work on helping him. We must be patient.”

Maglor opened his mouth but closed it. Fingon sat back down and Maglor joined him. Another few hours passed and then the door opened and the head healer stepped out. The two elves jumped up instantly, Maglor was the first to speak. In a rushed voice, he asked, “How is he?”

“Not good my lord,” The healer replied. “His wounds are great. I can not list them all now but he is going to require much rest.”

“Is he awake?” Fingon asked.

“No. He woke up slightly as we were cleaning wounds. He seemed rather frightened as if he was stuck in a nightmare. So he wouldn't injure himself any further we had to sedate him.” She answered folding her hands a bit.

“Sedated?” Maglor asked.

The healer nodded and said, “Yes. I assume that he thought he was still with the enemy,”

Maglor nodded with his face going a ghostly white, Fingon just turned to the healer and asked, “When will he wake up?”

“In a few hours,” She replied. “One more thing my lord, he called your name a few times. So, it may be best if you come inside to sit with him.”

Fingon nodded and gast a glance at Maglor who was doing his best to calm himself down. After a few moments, Maglor looked up at her and asked, “Can I come in too?”

“I am sorry my Lord,” She said. “Yet, the fewer visitors and less action he has the better. After he wakes up you can come to see him.”

Maglor nodded and looked down. He looked upset and worried about his brother. Fingon placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle nod. Maglor waited aginst the wall as Fingon walked into the room. Maglor frowned as he stayed there he looked up as the door closed.

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Fingon looked around as the healers were cleaning up, the room was covered in bloody clothes and bandages. He saw the healers moving water-filled bowls that were tainted with blood away as well. He looked to the large bed Maedhros was on. He was fast asleep and Fingon froze a bit as he saw his friend. He was half-covered by a blanket and the rest of him was covered by a new shirt that was a bit oversized. Yet, the rest of him that he could see was covered in bandages. His right arm was wrapped all around his hand. His left arm was in a sling around his neck, he saw that the stub was freshly bandaged. Half of his face was wrapped in bandages as well, he could not see what other bandages but he could tell he was covered in them. His face was contorted slightly in pain and discomfort. 

“Oh. Nelyo,” He said softly as he walked over. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Several severe wounds. He has a few broken ribs and his right shoulder is dislocated. His foot is broken and will take a while to heal. His whole body is covered in wounds, bruises, and scratches.” The healer said. “As well as we think he possibly has a few different poisons in his body...unfortunately we do not know what and it will take a bit to figure out. As well as we did have to drug him a bit for both his pain and the fact that when he woke up, he got very frightened...he was close to injuring himself more so...we had to drug him.” The healer said.