The Twins rode ahead, they had not been truly paying attention, but then,
neither was anyone else. Their sister rode a little ways before them,
talking with one of the escorts. Elrond and Celebrian were at the back,
taking in the fresh air, the change from indoors to out.
Elrond was glad his wife had swayed him to coming, he had needed this.
No one saw the shadow in the distance, heard the pounding of feet, the sound of weapons slicing through the air.
An escort saw them first and announced it ere he was hit in the chest with a crudely made arrow. The twins turned swiftly and came in front of their sister, armor gleaming, weapons flashing as coldly as their eyes. Elrond did much the same, attempting to protect his wife as he drew his blade. But the horde was closer to them and they were over taken first.
Upon his steed, his blade was swiftly lunged at all who drew near.
"Ride Celebrian!" His cry was not willingly heeded by his wife but she was lead from her husband by an escort even as Elrond was thrown from his horse.
The cry of the twins was deafening as they rode to their father's aid but their numbers were too great and the twins suffered many wounds ere they were forced to retreat, going after the escort that bore the ladies of Imladris.
The family was as one as they shouted to rally the remaining of the escort and go back, but the elves would not be moved, their Lord had instructed them to return with the family should something such as this happen. The family was driven back without rest to Imladris.
Elrond was beaten once he had fallen to the ground without mercy, though he did not ask it, would not ask it. His last sight ere he lost consciousness was of a small group of elves fleeing across the plains and not being pursued. He thanked the Lady, and succumbed to the numbing pain.
"We must go back, gather as many as possible." Elrohir cried out as his wounds were tended to.
"You ar-."
"Without my father! Send out the message, summon as many as will come, we can still catch them before they have chance to seriously harm him!" He was struggling as was his brother. Arwen did not seem to know what to do, her mother did though.
Her entrance into the courtyard was with great noise. "Every elve of able body, get armor, get blades and bows and get saddled." There was a murmur of question. "My Lord has been captured." Her voice did not crack and did not betray the nerve racking panic that flowed through her mind. Every one sprang to their feet and was gone to follow her orders when they heard their Lord was captured.
Breathing deeply to calm herself, Celebrian made her way to their room and retrieved her husbands coat of mail, though it hung loosely on her, it was enough. Next, she grabbed a delicate elvish blade, given to her by her mother in her youth.
When all had been assembled, Glorfindel and Celebrian rode at the head as the twins and all others followed.
Though they rode fast, the horde traveled fast as well and had covered great distance. It was dark and they now indulged themselves. Rarely was it that one was given the opportunity to torture the Lord of Rivendell.
He bit down hard as the red hot blade lightly traced patterns on his abdomen, up his chest, softly down his neck. He could taste the blood in his mouth even as he felt his skin being seared. He tried so very hard not to cry out but even the Lord of Imladris has his breaking point. That point came somewhere around the time when they laid the burning blade flat against his shoulder and ran it down to his lower abdomen. It was an echoing cry, strong and yet weakened. It was heard across the plains, heard even by those who sought to save him from it.
"Wonder if e' likes a little alch'ol." One grunted, allowing a thick liquid to drip on the burns, eliciting another cry of pain.
This continued until they deemed it necessary to stop so that he might be kept alive but it resumed in the morning until it had to be stopped again for the same reason.
Celebrian had been loathe to stop and rest for she did not. A light echo of the true tortured sound reached her ears and all night, she listened to her husband's cries.
When they continued, still dark, she rode even farther ahead of Glorfindel, allowing the wind to dry her tears ere they fell from her eyes.
When finally they reached the encampment, a long and bloody battle ensued, the family of Elrond taking down far more then their fair share. Celebrian came close to a tree, only one orc stood near it, the others slain or on the verge of it. With the speed her mother had taught her and the precision her father had, she dealt with the scrawny one with ease.
Breathing deeply, she watched him fall and reveal the bloody form of an elf behind him.
Crazy little idea I had, sorry about all the mistakes but I wrote this really fast, attempting to get out my thoughts before they went. I plead for forgiveness from all you Elrond lovers out there, but I just had to write this.
Plus, I know it's technically elf, but that makes them sound all cute and impish whereas I think the v gives them a kind of….strength…I dunno….
Gimme a little feed back, will ya!:)
Elrond was glad his wife had swayed him to coming, he had needed this.
No one saw the shadow in the distance, heard the pounding of feet, the sound of weapons slicing through the air.
An escort saw them first and announced it ere he was hit in the chest with a crudely made arrow. The twins turned swiftly and came in front of their sister, armor gleaming, weapons flashing as coldly as their eyes. Elrond did much the same, attempting to protect his wife as he drew his blade. But the horde was closer to them and they were over taken first.
Upon his steed, his blade was swiftly lunged at all who drew near.
"Ride Celebrian!" His cry was not willingly heeded by his wife but she was lead from her husband by an escort even as Elrond was thrown from his horse.
The cry of the twins was deafening as they rode to their father's aid but their numbers were too great and the twins suffered many wounds ere they were forced to retreat, going after the escort that bore the ladies of Imladris.
The family was as one as they shouted to rally the remaining of the escort and go back, but the elves would not be moved, their Lord had instructed them to return with the family should something such as this happen. The family was driven back without rest to Imladris.
Elrond was beaten once he had fallen to the ground without mercy, though he did not ask it, would not ask it. His last sight ere he lost consciousness was of a small group of elves fleeing across the plains and not being pursued. He thanked the Lady, and succumbed to the numbing pain.
"We must go back, gather as many as possible." Elrohir cried out as his wounds were tended to.
"You ar-."
"Without my father! Send out the message, summon as many as will come, we can still catch them before they have chance to seriously harm him!" He was struggling as was his brother. Arwen did not seem to know what to do, her mother did though.
Her entrance into the courtyard was with great noise. "Every elve of able body, get armor, get blades and bows and get saddled." There was a murmur of question. "My Lord has been captured." Her voice did not crack and did not betray the nerve racking panic that flowed through her mind. Every one sprang to their feet and was gone to follow her orders when they heard their Lord was captured.
Breathing deeply to calm herself, Celebrian made her way to their room and retrieved her husbands coat of mail, though it hung loosely on her, it was enough. Next, she grabbed a delicate elvish blade, given to her by her mother in her youth.
When all had been assembled, Glorfindel and Celebrian rode at the head as the twins and all others followed.
Though they rode fast, the horde traveled fast as well and had covered great distance. It was dark and they now indulged themselves. Rarely was it that one was given the opportunity to torture the Lord of Rivendell.
He bit down hard as the red hot blade lightly traced patterns on his abdomen, up his chest, softly down his neck. He could taste the blood in his mouth even as he felt his skin being seared. He tried so very hard not to cry out but even the Lord of Imladris has his breaking point. That point came somewhere around the time when they laid the burning blade flat against his shoulder and ran it down to his lower abdomen. It was an echoing cry, strong and yet weakened. It was heard across the plains, heard even by those who sought to save him from it.
"Wonder if e' likes a little alch'ol." One grunted, allowing a thick liquid to drip on the burns, eliciting another cry of pain.
This continued until they deemed it necessary to stop so that he might be kept alive but it resumed in the morning until it had to be stopped again for the same reason.
Celebrian had been loathe to stop and rest for she did not. A light echo of the true tortured sound reached her ears and all night, she listened to her husband's cries.
When they continued, still dark, she rode even farther ahead of Glorfindel, allowing the wind to dry her tears ere they fell from her eyes.
When finally they reached the encampment, a long and bloody battle ensued, the family of Elrond taking down far more then their fair share. Celebrian came close to a tree, only one orc stood near it, the others slain or on the verge of it. With the speed her mother had taught her and the precision her father had, she dealt with the scrawny one with ease.
Breathing deeply, she watched him fall and reveal the bloody form of an elf behind him.
Crazy little idea I had, sorry about all the mistakes but I wrote this really fast, attempting to get out my thoughts before they went. I plead for forgiveness from all you Elrond lovers out there, but I just had to write this.
Plus, I know it's technically elf, but that makes them sound all cute and impish whereas I think the v gives them a kind of….strength…I dunno….
Gimme a little feed back, will ya!:)