Take a risk they said. Stop playing it safe they said. Now I'm stuck in the healing ward. Elrond never really made bad decisions. He always had something to fall back on, or he tried to always have something to fall back on. This time he didn't. Well, he thought he did. 

        The summer day was warm and all he had wanted to do was read a book, but no. Thranduil dared him to climb a tree, to the top of the tree. Elrond was not a forest elf and with all of the wisdom he had he should have seen that he would have gotten hurt. This is why they say, "stick to what you're good at" Elrond.

        Thranduil had gone first, he said he would show him that there was nothing to fear. Well, for him there was nothing to fear, and he had Elrond believing the same thing. So, being the kind of elf who didn't like his pride injured, he climbed the tree. Half of the tree.

        He made it up half way before he began to feel uneasy. I should have stopped then. Thranduil told him that he had made it half way, but he needed to go to the top to win. Stupid human pride. Yes, Elrond reached the top of the tree, but he didn't make it down as well.

        With a look down he froze. Half-elves don't belong in trees. When the you healer saw the far drop down his pupils enlarged and bear hugged the tree in hopes that he wouldn't fall.

"Come on Elrond. Just climb down the tree, I don't have all day." The prince yawned and looked back up to see the half-elf clinging to the tree for dear life. "Aw, is the little half-elf afraid to come down?" Thranduil taunted him and his friends were trying not to laugh. Stupid, stupid pride.

        That was all it took for him to believe that it took no skill to get down from the top of tallest tree in Mithlond. Never assume. With a new found courage he began descending from the tree, until he missed a branch. Elrond fell through the leafy canopy and hit the ground below. And this is why I was never meant to be up a tree. 

        He had blacked out when that happened but he regained consciousness in the healers ward. His arm was in a splint and his leg was bandaged but other then that he was alright by the looks of it. He heard two voices on the other side of the door. Two ellons. His eyes became wide again. Oh-no! What will Glorfindel say!? 

        The door opened and the healer, a kind ellon with silver hair who work with Elrond often, and Glorfindel. Sweet Eru let him be in a good mood.

"You're awake." It was a dry statement from the Balrog slayer. The healer looked in between us before muttering an excuse and leaving. "I had more faith that you could possibly handle being alone for one day. But no. I leave you alone for one day and I come back to find you in the healers ward with a broken arm because you and Thranduil had a stupid bet." Glorfindel gave the half-elf a harsh glance. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

        Elrond gave his protector a tired smile. "I won."

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Well, this is another case of my reasoning as to why they hate each other (I have a logical reason but this is my story and we don't use logic here). The silver haired healer I just made up......                Don't you love Elrond and Glorfindel? <3

~Megan