The Tragedy of Hildorien

by Brian Boru

A horribly mutilated elf arrives at the court of one of the sons of Feanor's hall. He tells a story of great sorrow and horror for all who live west of the Blue Mountains. NOT FOR LEGGIE, ELF, OR OTHERWISE FANATICS

High everybody, this is my first story ever so I hope you like it.

This is an AU where when Man first awakes in Hildorien its a repeat of the petty-dwarves' sad story, to a point.

I own nothing.

Sunrise

Caranthir, one of the sons of Feanor, was sitting in his hall hearing the reports going from the Long Siege when out of the hall came a shriek of rage and a garbled voice rung out.

"Wraaagh! Let me go! Let me go! I must be allowed to speak with your lord! There is a great doom coming to the West! Let me go damn you!" the voice rung from behind the doors of the hall. Caranthir was about to go and see for himself what by Manwe was going on when there was a thud and a yelp of pain and through the doors came a sight that would haunt Caranthir for the rest of his days.

It was an Elf or used to be, his hair came down in stringy black worms and his face and body was covered in scars that seemed to coat his body in numbers and severity that would put orcs he had seen before to shame. His clothes were leather and furs, a hunter's garb, and showed signs of once being well made, though now not even orcs had such nasty and mutilated rags upon them. Both of his ears were gone, all that was left were holes in the sides of his head, and his left eye was gone, a mass of scar tissue that looked as if a Naugrim's axe had tried to take his face off. His remaining eye was the worst of it, its gray iris showed madness, the kind of madness found when had been driven to the edge from exhaustion and fear. That eye would remain in the son of Feanor's mind many times afterwards.

As another pair of guards was about to drag the mad-elf away Caranthir gestured them away and said, "Stop! Let this Elf speak."

The Elf looked as if he were about to collapse from relief and kneeled saying, "Thank-you, Thank-you my lord. What I have to tell you concerns all Elves so those who want to hear what I have to say may stay but if you are weak at heart may not want to hear it."

After a few women left along with a few children, food and drink was brought to the new comer which he tore into quickly. When he finished he sat down near Carnthir and began his story.