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Elrond arrives with Glorfindel in his arms.

Guppy is getting ready.

"Hey Glorfindel."

Glorfindel is unimpressed with his lord's plan, but he's much less enamored with the idea of restraints. That is something he never needs to experience again.

(And he really does like the idea of not being awake for any sewing, please and thank you.)

"I would say well met, but I fear the circumstances leave something to be desired." His voice is tense with pain and nerves - if he had his druthers he'd enter this alien environment on his own feet, but... well. He doesn't get to have things go his way currently.

Elrond squeezes his shoulder briefly and then sets about washing his hands.
"It will be over soon enough. And you would be impressed with the rules here. They are very strict with hygiene."
Talking to distract him mostly, but also to impress that he need not fear the environment or Guppy's skill level.

"I won't be doing anything to you without your consent." Guppy says, gently. "Elrond thought you might need help relaxing so he could fix your wound."

Glorfindel raises an eyebrow, but otherwise does not comment on the idea that this would be done without his consent.

"My lord is kind enough to seek aid before stitching me like a torn sail in need of repairing. Or perhaps he simply does not wish to listen to me complain about it." He teases, if only so that Elrond will stop worrying so. It's not as if he's being ordered to march on a crazed and twisted Maia.

Again.

This has been a popular order from his lord's family, to be sure, and one progressively more dangerous.

"And I did note the lack of farmyard animals, very clean." He adds in the driest tone he can manage.

"Must I choose and give only one reason," Elrond replies as he returns to the side of the bed.

He has rubbed his hands with alco-gel and the scent lingers. He has also looked at the suturing kit to make sure everything is ready.

There's water. Clean bandages. Those little and very absorbant pads.

"I am ready," he says to Guppy. "I'll stay with you till you wake," he then tells Glorfindel.

"Do you want to be fully asleep, or just relaxed?" Guppy asks.

Glorfindel has a preference, a very strong preference, to not be awake for any of this... but he looks to Elrond.

"As my lord commands."

"Fully asleep," Elrond tells Guppy.
"It will make everything easier and faster."

"Okay, just relax." Guppy smiles reassuringly at Glorfindel.

Fortunately for him, the future offers a needleless option, so it's just a matter of pressing a small tube to his arm, which hisses, and then once he's out, putting a tube down his throat to help him breathe while it's done.

"All yours."

Watching the tube go in is somewhat unsettling.
But also fascinating.

He cannot help mentally tallying all of those instances where it would have made a world of difference.

He nods at Guppy and then he sets about dealing with the wound.
The old bandages are removed and the wound is cleaned.
He examines it throughly, but it seems he was right. What internal damage that had been done, has been dealt with.

He stitches it methodically, with neat and even stitches, and when he is done he takes a step back and looks at the result.

"That should be serviceable," he says and then he looks at Guppy. "Or what say you?"

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"Unless he wants the skin fuser running over it to remove the scar, looks good." Guppy nods.

"It will disappear on its own," Elrond replies. "Either on this body or the next."

He looks very tired, all of a sudden. And sets about binding the wound again. Slowly and methodically.

"It is not the first time this has come to pass, but when I first saw him, I feared it would be the last. The wound was deeper and it had been cut with an evil blade. Poisonous in more ways than one."

Guppy asks one of the waitrats to bring Elrond some tea.

"His world is very dangerous?"

"We have been at war for millennia. Glorfindel gave his life when the city of Gondolin fell, but he had sworn to protect his lord and his lord's family. When he was rehoused - it is what we call it when those who have lost their lives are given a new body - he asked to be allowed to return to Middle-earth. To fulfill his oath. His lord was dead then. And his son had left the world. But I was there. And so he dedicated himself to my service. When I left - when I leave for the lands in the West, he will stay behind to guard my sons. That is what he was doing when he was hurt."

His eyes look misty.

"He was tired and worn. And perhaps I should not have interfered. But I couldn't let him suffer, and I could not let him go."

Guppy nods.

"Shall I wake him slowly, give him some time to rest?"

"That will be for the best I should think," Elrond replies.

Guppy slowly reverses the anaesthetic and takes the tube out, then monitors him until he goes from unconscious to asleep.

"He's resting now, he's breathing on his own."

"Thank you, Guppy Sandhu," Elrond says.
There cab be no doubt that it is heartfelt.

"I shall stay here till he wakes."

"I'll be around if you need me."

Guppy makes sure the rats bring Elrond's tea, then departs.

And Elrond settles down, drifting off after a while. Once he is certain that yes, Glorfindel is breathing on his own.