Vendui Lalaith
(bloodstained laughter)
The sound of a gunshot split the silence of the cool night, then all was silent . . . . . .
The tall officer picked up his cell phone when he felt it vibrating in his back pocket. It was rather late and he wondered who would be calling him now.
"Hello?"
He could vaguely hear the crackling voice of his second in command when he was answered, it was hard to hear him because the reception was awful. "Indel . . . . ." undistinguishable words, "Suicide . . . . . ." more fuzz, "1089 . . . . . 8th street."
Even though it wasn't very clear, Indel knew what had happened. He quickly got into his car, turned on the siren, and sped down the street towards 1089 SW 8th. Hopefully the procedure would go smoothly and he would be able to get home before too late.
Indel pulled into the driveway, from the outside the house looked very well kept and whoever lived there didn't seem to him like someone who would kill themselves. He sprang up the steps, his sandy hair in a loose ponytail.
"We didn't go in there and look around yet until you were here, captain." The somewhat scrawny man that had called him said.
"What happened?"
"Well from what we gathered the guy's new bride just died in a car crash less than a day ago." the thin man stated, taking multiple strides to keep up with Indel's larger ones.
"I'll go in and take a look." he said when he saw where they had taped off the room. The officer stepped over the yellow band and looked around. It wasn't pretty.
The man, who couldn't have been much over thirty had taken a handgun and shot himself in the head, though Indel had certainly seen more gruesome, this one definitely made the top five. Then he noticed a letter sitting on the dresser beside the bed where the prone figure lay. Carefully he opened it.
U-chebin estel anim.
Indel read the words over and over. Then with a sudden, and extremely painful, realization he looked closer at the man who lay dead. The captain had known him ever since the man had been a child, the man was Elrohir, the youngest twin of Lord Elrond. Indel couldn't seem to move, all of this time he had been alive. The officer wanted to scream out in anger, had he not given up hope he could have saved Elrohir, he knew it. Though also, recalling the letter, Indel knew that Elladan had to be dead as well. Even if the hope was slim, one twin wouldn't leave this world knowing that the other one was still alive. Glorfindel had learned that long ago. He had been assigned by Elrond to keep the twins safe, but he had failed. The golden-haired Elf picked up the pistol that lay in Elrohir's cold hand. He put the head of the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.
i quelle nore Valinoreva lina si i mornieva
The fading people of valinor sing now of the darkness