Please, I know it's boring, but read the warnings below!
First warning: this has nothing at all to do with my other two stories. Not even a bit. Second: this is the beginning of a story that has refused to leave my head since I first thought of it. I will write it into a series (I think) if anyone seems interested in it. Third and last: I don't know when I'll be able to update. I hope it is soon, but I can't make promises!
Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my mother language!
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: I have my fairy godmother working on it, but until she gets anything, Middle Earth and its characters belong to Tolkien
Prologue: Found
"Careful Elrohir!"
Glorfindel tried to slow the blow enough to avoid hurting the twin too much, although he did hit him. The elf hissed as the sparring sword knocked his arm. The golden haired Lord approached him and took his arm.
"Really Elrohir, if I didn't know better I would say that you are a young fool elfling who has never sparred before." Probing the other elf's arm he added "This will bother you some days, but it won't prevent you from practicing. What made you look aside?"
Elrohir had not stopped looking at the bush from where he would swear he had heard a noise.
"I heard something by there. I think there may be some kind of animal."
"An animal distracted you?" said a coming elf, who looked exactly as Elrohir.
"Elladan, I seem to remember an elf who once got distracted by a bird while he was fighting orcs. Orcs, Elladan, not Glorfindel with a blunt sword. Can you recall it, Lord Glorfindel? I think that was the longest lecture I have ever-"
"Silence!" Said Glorfindel, who was staring at the bush. Elrohir was not entirely mistaken. There was something there, although it was not an animal. This was far bigger, and it was approaching. Taking a few steps back, he put himself in front of the twins, with his blade in a defensive position. Blunt weapon it may be, but he could very well use it to defend himself.
"Go to the house" he ordered the twins, who had fallen silence as soon as they had understood the seriousness of the situation.
"And miss a good fight? No way" answered Elladan, as he and his brother stood by Glorfindel side.
"To. the. house" repeated Glorfindel, in his obey-me-or-you-will-regret-it-later tone.
"But-"started Elrohir. He could not end because the 'animal' had just emerged from the forest. It looked at them and, with a poor try to keep standing, it passed out. Glorfindel dropped his sword.
"Valar" he whispered. He and the twins, recovered from the sudden impression, ran towards the fallen figure. Elladan caught it and turned it around. Golden strands of hair covered the dirt but fair face of the unconscious elf.
"It is an elf!" murmured Elrohir. "An elfling, for he looks very young"
"Is he…?" said Glorfindel, looking shocked at the bad state of the elfling.
"He is alive, but injured. Badly injured" stated Elladan, whose healer's instincts had been put into alert as soon as the elf had fainted "We must get him to ada"
"Go then, quickly" Glorfindel stood and picked his blade up "I'll find the ones who did this"
"Glorfindel" Elrohir stopped the warrior "I know you are angry. We all are. Whoever made this to an unarmed elfling deserves to be taken by Morgoth. But you won't do anything with a blunt sword. Besides, if the attack took place near, we would have heard something, so you would have to walk a great deal before you found something"
"He is right, Lord Glorfindel" agreed Elladan "let us go to the Last Homely House and discuss it with my father and Erestor."
The twin picked the elfling up, startled at the lightness of the injured elf.
"He is so light…" he said "and he looks so young…poor one"
"Let's go, Elladan. He is starting to run a fever" Elrohir added, touching the young elf's brow.
The three elven lords walked towards Elrond's house, hoping there would be still time to save the elfling.
Imladris was silent. The moon had already taken its place at the sky and every elf was walking in dreams. Every elf but three. In the Last Homely House, there was light in a room, where three elves were talking over a fourth, who was lying in a bed, occasionally stirring and moaning as he fought a high fever.
"He is not from here" one of the awaken elves said "there is no missing elfling here, otherwise we would know."
"But he is not from Lorien either, Erestor. I've asked Celebrian and she says she has not seen him ever in her mother's realm" The Lord of Imladris, Elrond, replied .
"And we must not forget the emblem in the brooch of his cloak" Glorfindel added "I had not seen it before. Ever."
"But then…where is he from? Not Imladris nor Lorien… he can't be from Mirkwood either! I only know one elf with gold hair in Mirkwood, and I'm quite certain he is not him."
The elfling choose that moment to move, saying some intelligible words. Elrond stroke his hair and whispered in elvish, trying to calm him down.
"Actually-" Glorfindel started, but he stopped, as if he did not know how to continue. The other elves looked at him.
"Yes?" Erestor encouraged.
"I was just wondering if…if…Elrond, we do know another blond elf from Mirkwood."
Erestor and Elrond paled as they understood what he meant. The healer stopped his stroking.
"You are saying… that he is…"
"It is just an hypothesis. We will have to wait until he awakens. But it is a possibility"
"Glorfindel" Elrond called, standing "if you are right… it would mean that…"
"I know… believe me, I know"
For some minutes, the three elves stayed silent, thinking of the possible consequences of Glorfindel's idea, wishing it to be true, fearing it would open wounds that had healed long ago. No one said anything until, all of sudden, Elrond looked at the elfling's face and said:
"He is trying to wake up!" But before he could do anything, the injured elf opened his eyes and sat up, breathing very quikly. Elrond, being used to startled wakenings, caught him by the shoulders in a strong yet gentle grip, and brought him down. The elf weakly fought for a moment before noticing that he could not move under the other elf's pressure. He laid there, panting as if the mere movement to sit up had been too much.
"Easy, easy" Elrond whispered "You're fine, everything is fine. You are safe now"
The elf seemed to calm down a little.
"Where…?" he tried, but it came out as a whimper.
"You are in Imladris. I am Elrond. We found you in the green, badly injured, but we brought you here and you are fine now"
"When?" the elf said, looking around.
"This morning. Can you recall what happened?"
The elf shook his head.
"No…I…I don't know…" he sounded very confused "Nyme... where is Nyme? I want to go with him. I have to find Nyme…" he tried to get up again.
"Hush, easy, easy. We will find him in the morning" Elrond touched the elfling's brow and frowned when he found it too hot "Now rest, everything will be fine"
Erestor approached then the bed and asked:
"What's your name?"
The seconds he took to answer seemed like ages to the three elves.
"I am.. I'm Le…"
"What?" Glorfindel asked anxiously.
The elfling looked at them as if trying to evaluate the importance of the information he was about to give. "Lervion. I'm Lervion" For a moment, he thought he saw a strange look on the elves eyes. Sadness, disappointment, some kind of hope that disappeared. Before he could think more, it had vanished. Suddenly, darkness started to invade his mind and he had not desire nor strength to fought it this time.
"He is gone." Elrond sighed "For a moment, I really believed that you could be right, Glorfinfel. When he opened his eyes and I saw the color of them. It remembered me so much to him"
"He looks like him, Elrond" Glorfindel neared the Lord "I have never seen anyone so similar to him"
"You can't imagine how much I wish you were right, mellon. I would give anything to make it true, but we cannot be sure, nor we should have hope in something that could vanish in a matter of seconds. Let us not say anything about this. Not yet. Time will reveal the truth and then, we will be able to rejoice or to sadden. But tonight is not the moment. Let the new sun come with renovated hope"
The elves fell silent then, and kept their watching over the elfling, not daring to make a sound, each of them thinking, imagining the possibility that the wish they all had had for many years could now come true.
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