Title; No Better Healers
Characters; Elladan & Elrohir.
For the 'Dye/Die' challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
This is the final drabble in the series about the twins 'medical mishaps' - and includes a reference to azalaisdep's stories in the same series - Straight and True: or, One Crucial Difference, A Riddle in the Dark and Looking on the Brightside.
Darkness had fallen. The winter afternoon had all but passed as they told tales designed to amuse their guest, finishing with their father’s inability to understand why, in more recent years, Elladan might want ‘corrective’ surgery. (“But why should such a tiny difference bother you, my sons?”).
No matter, though, how many ‘medical mishaps’ they described she knew that she would have wanted no other healers for her own injuries – or for that suffered by her not-quite-betrothed.
“After all”, she said, “better your torso is slightly, um, cock-eyed Elladan, than, um, cockless…. And, Elrohir, better you were dyed than dead.”
Rating for rather earthy language but once that line came to me I couldn't get it out of my mind!
And, my Lady Branwyn, I think I might just about claim my bonus points... :~P