Title: Purging of Memories (Sequel to 'One Dark Night')
Author: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
Type: FP LotR
Characters: Erestor/Gil-Galad
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, only the story line.
Warnings: Death, Gore, Cutting, Extreme Emotional Distress
Beta: LadyHawksShadow
Summary: Erestor remembers a war from his past.
Author's Note: I'm joining this to a series of fic's all written listening to a song, this one was 'The Highway Man' sung by Loreena McKennit. This doesn't necessarily mean the story carries a similar essence to the song or some other such, it just means I was listening to it and it inspired me to write this story.
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He walks, like a wrath, stealing through the shadows, down a dark corridor, his generous robes billowing after him. His silky black hair a cloak against his back as the wind catches it just so. His fair face a stony mask, his pale pink lips chewed up and thin, and his smoky grey eyes following everything and nothing at once.
Deafening screams of agony, fear, or those of men still charging forward. Dark crimson, everywhere, covering him, its black thickness holding him, grasping at him, invading him. He was choking on it; it was in his mouth, over his eyes, covering his ears and nose. There was nothing but the life fluid all over him...
He shook his head violently to clear it of the images. It was silent here, only the wind and animals around him. Just nature, nothing was wrong, no one was hurt. He felt the heavy metal at his sides, caressed it, these blades were his arms, he learned this art before any other. He learned the way of the warrior before diplomacy. Death was his companion long before life ever was.
The sky was pitch black, ash poured from above, drenching everything. The sheer evil and power from what was before him was enough to make the bravest quake, many ran, hitting him, bumping into him and the necromancer towered perilously before him.
Erestor valiantly tried to shake the memories from his mind; this was not the time for it. He wanted to forget it all, the pain, heartache, and the grief of the war, he need to purge it from his mind and soul.
One stood there, tall and defiantly holding his ground, crown upon his head, and spear held in his tight grip. And the Dark Lord came down on him like a tidal wave, and there was nothing left but a pile of smoldering cinders.
Erestor quickly stripped down to his breaches, and knelt upon the ground, he cleared his mind of everything, nothing inside, he pushed everything away; but one thought remained. Murderer! Erestor flung himself at the monster and he took out all his pain, all his hatred, everything he had welled up deep inside of his heart, it all came crashing out of him, until nothing was left put the anguish and this he let loose in a great howl for the sky and the trees to take from him.
But still, it hurt, his heart was still damaged. And his mind still remembered what his lover had looked like during his last moment, the insolent look in his eyes that begged the beast to even dare to try and break him, because he knew it was impossible.
Then, he was gone, and Erestor was left screaming for everyone to move, to just get out of his way, but they all ran from the demon. Erestor was pulled farther and farther away from whom he loved with all his soul. He was severed from him more powerfully than anything other than death could do, and Erestor was alone in a stampede of frightened people.
He pulled his knife up and cut a line on his arm, one for every time he was weak enough to shed a tear over the past. One for every time Gil-Galad came to mind.
-End-