AN: So well.. I'm – sort of – back with this little piece. It was born when my mother looked at my brother's old notebooks and with disgust declared that with such a handwriting he will end up as a doctor. I mean no offense, dear readers, I did this story for fun.
Great thanks to earthdragon! I hope you don't mind me using your exact corrections, but as a not native speaker I don't want to mess it up further *_*
"I have faced the great serpents of the North." Thranduil Oropherion
Serpents, serpents everywhere. Lined up like soldiers, row after row. Snakes black like night with swirling tails. Glaring at him – promising the death of innocent elves and mortals should he not kill them in one go. His sight blurred as hopelessness and exhaustion took over his mind. His right hand gripped desperately his weapon, the sign of his profession, his high statu- the pen snapped. And so did Erestor.
A scream of rage resounded through half of Rivendell, tearing the peaceful night and silence to shreds.
Elrond shot up from his bed, lighting up the room and grabbing his sword from under the bed. Celebrian also woke up with a start. In their hazy from sleep and frightened by the scream mind lived only one thought: 'children!' The couple ran out from their bedroom, she to the twins' room, he in the direction of commotion.
He could hear the stunned voice of Glorfindel and light footsteps of warriors who also were roused from sleep. Strangely enough, the noise came from the wing where the quarters for his advisors and the library were located. When he turned another left he found himself bumping into one of his servants.
"Ouh!" The elf staggered from the impact, dark circles under his tired eyes making it evident that he wasn't fully woken up. "My lord-"
"Where?" cut him off Elrond urgently. How could his servant be sleepy in such a situation?!
"Lord Erestor's stud-" The lord of Rivendell sprinted to his scribe's quarters even before the servant could end. He finally reached his destination and halted at the sight before him.
"Nothing wrong is happening, please return to your quarters!" A dark haired elleth ushered out of the corridor elves woken up by the scream. Glorfindel barred the way out of Erestor's quarters as the clearly enraged owner tried to escape with a stuffed bag.
"Let me go!" Erestor howled madly. Fortunately, Elrond was the only spectator of the situation left by then.
"Be reasonable, friend!" cried out Glorfindel in answer and put his hands on the other's shoulders in a placating gesture. Erestor would have none of that though.
"Time for being reasonable passed many years ago when I hadn't heeded my mother's warnings! Oh, ion – she used to say – a scribe shall suffer greatly under a healer's command. But I was too foolish and naive to understand those words then and only now I see the consequences! But no more!" Erestor's voice had an insane edge to it, becoming a bit similar to hiss of an angered cat. " No more wondering about what these serpents you call words mean! I'm not going to copy any more of these unreadable medicine recipes! I'm leaving for vacation !"
The speech left both Elrond and Glorfindel stunned enough that they let Erestor run out. After a minute or so of awkward silence Glorfindel cleared his throat.
"Well.. He does have a point sire – your handwriting needs some improvement."
Thanks for reading!