This the prequel to Sorrow in the House of Elrond. It will only be a few chapters, but I felt like I needed to write it. I will still be posting in Sorrow in the House of Elrond, so, anyway, enjoy!
Elrond woke with a jerk, sweat soaking his brow, and his blanket tangled around him. He took in a deep breath, calming himself, and then shoved the covers away. Swinging his legs to the floor, he bent his head, breathing slowly. A glint of the sun shone through the window, showing off the new day.
Something was wrong. He could feel it.
He raised his head, dark, long hair falling around him. He tried to reach out, feel what seemed to be calling to him. His lips moved, uttering low words. Who was calling to him? He stood, and walked to the window. He gazed out into the morning light, where Imladris was starting the new day.
He placed his hands firmly on the window seal, where so many times, he and Celebrían had gazed out onto the beauty of the hidden valley.
Eyes closed, he reached out. Reaching far, far too where it called for him. It danced just out of reach, something else trying to pull it away from him. Something precious to him. Something he could not bare to see go. He strained, reaching farther. Trying to take a hold of it. It needed him.
Suddenly his eyes flew open, and he gasped.
"No! Please no!" He cried out. "Not her! Please! Not her!"
.-.
Elladan grinned back at his brother as they peered around the corner of the kitchen. "Do you think it worked?"
Elrohir glanced down at the open book in his hand. "It has proven to be so."
"Yes, but we have never tried it."
Elrohir shrugged, "Wait and see."
A moment later, the cook dipped her spoon down into the dish. She lifted it to her lips to test the morning meal, she paused and the twins held their breath. Then let out a collective sigh as the food slipped into her mouth, and was instantly spat out. "Ack! Who has messed with the food!"
The twins dashed off, laughing.
"No oatmeal today," Ellladan gasped out. The two looped arms, and did a little victory dance to be rid of their least favorite meal. They stopped as a certain golden-haired warrior came past, giving them a suspicious look.
"What are you two up too?" Glorfindel asked.
"Nothing," they both said, trying to hide the grins that where trying to force their way out.
"Sure," the Balrog-slayer said. He opened his mouth to say more, when a voice called for him.
"Coming, Erestor!" Glorfindel cast them a glare, then hurried off as the adviser's calls got more frantic.
The twins started off to find their next victim to prank, when Elrohir suddenly keeled over. He sucked in a sharp breath, and his hand shot out, catching himself against the wall.
"El?" Elladan asked. "What has happened?"
He didn't need to ask, for it suddenly felt as if a large hand shoved him against the wall. A sharp pain jolted through him, and his vision blurred. Something called out to him. Something far away, yet so close to them. Crying, begging, begging for it to stop. Her cries grew into sobs, but it kept on. Never letting up on the pain.
.-.
Glorfindel had a pretty good idea on what the twins had been up to. He would catch up with them later, right after he found up what was up with Erestor. As he thought about it, he almost collided with the black clad adviser.
"Sorry," he said. A little too cheerfully,
Erestor shot him a glare, then let it pass. "Where is you latest report?" He asked. "You have not given me anything in the last three days."
"Really? Oh, now that I think about it, I guess I have not. I will get them to you shortly."
"Now would be a good time."
"This evening."
"Now."
"After breakf-"
He was stopped short, as a cry came out from behind him. A jolt ran through him, as he recognized the voice. He would know that sound anywhere. Worry shot through him, and he turned swiftly on his heel, ignoring Erestor's call to stop him. He ran back toward where he had come, faster than he had for a century. Elladan!
He knew what it sounded like when someone was in pain. Pain that ran deep.
He had little time to think of it, for he came upon the twins.
Elladan was on the cold, hard floor, Elrohir crouched beside him. A pained look on his face, something he had not seen in a long time. Something that should not show on the twin's faces, something he had tried to protect them from.
"What happened?" Glorfindel asked, coming down beside the twin.
"I-I do not know," Elrohir replied, reaching out to touch his brother's face.
Elladan gasped, and jolted upwards, looking around frantically. He shoved himself into a sitting position, his eyes glazed over, far away.
"Elladan," Glorfindel said softly. "What has happened?"
Elladan's eyes cleared a little, and he looked at the Balrog-slayer in confusion. He tried to stand, stumbling. But Glorfindel put out a hand, keeping him down. The sound of someone racing toward them echoed in the hall.
"Wait, mellon-nin," he told him. The golden-haired warrior looked up to see Erestor looking down at them, a very worried look on his face. The adviser gaze shifted to Glorfindel, a thousand questions in his eyes.
"Find Elrond," Glorfindel commanded. He stood, and then reached down to help Elladan to his feet.
Elladan stared at his hand for a moment, then excepted it, letting him help him to him up. Elrohir stood slowly, and grabbed his brother's tunic.
"Did you see it also?" He asked.
Elladan's eyes turned to his twin, and he slowly nodded. "Yes, I did."
"What was it?"
"I do not know." Confusion filled the older twin's eyes, a deep sorrow resting in there also. "They need us... whoever they may be."
"It was someone we knew," Elrohir muttered. "Someone dear to us. Someone..." His voice trailed off, "They called to us? But someone tried to stop them."
Glorfindel watched in silence as the exchange to place, just as confused as they were.
Elrohir turned to Glorfindel, "Did you feel it?"
Glorfindel shook his head, "I am sorry, I did not."
"Will you help us then," Elladan pleaded. "Please. We need you."
.-.
Erestor nocked briefly, and then opened the door when no reply came.
"Lord Elrond?" He called out, slowly pushing the door open.
Sunlight streamed through the window, filling the room with light. Elrond would have been up for hours now, but no one had seen him this morning. They just assumed he had been busy with paperwork, or some other important business.
As the door fully opened, Erestor saw him.
He sat on the edge of his chair. But he was not working, as he had expected. What he saw shocked him.
Elrond's face was buried in his hands, his dark hair un-cared for, falling all around his shoulders and face. A sword at his side. His body jerked, and he heard a sob escape.
"Lord Elrond?!" Erestor exclaimed, stepping forward. What had happened to him to cause him to come to such a state?
Elrond jerked up, tears streaming down his face, his eyes wet with tears and sorrow. "Erestor?"
"Yes, it is I, Lord Elrond. What ails you?"
Elrond's hand went to his sword, a new look coming to his eyes. Anger, pain, hate.
"My lord?"
"They took her!" Elrond gasped out, his jaw clenching. "They took Celebrían!"
.-.
"Are you sure?" Glorfindel asked.
"Yes," Elrond replied with a nod. "I have spoken with Galadriel, she felt it also. And she never did arrive when planned."
"They were sensing it also," Glorfindel said with a sigh. "But they did not understand."
"Yes," Elrond said softly. "They were. How will I tell them?"
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