Title: 2509 of The Third Age
Rating: T Relationships:
Elrond/Celebrian Discalimer: Peter Jackson, the carrot man himself, owns everything movie oriented ... however, I used situations from the book... those characters have been created by my main man Mr. John Ronald Rheul Tolkein (Do I have that correct?)
Summery: Like it says, set in 2509 of the Third Age... and yes, for you Tolkein timeline fanatics, that is the year Celebrian sailed across the seas.
2509 Of The Third Age
Elrond sat in complete silence. The stars and moon shone through his balcony, casting peaceful shadows about him. Light breathing came from next to him where his daughter Arwen slept. It had been weeks since he last heard from his wife and longer since she left Rivendell for Lothlorien where her mother and father lived.
He feared the worst for she had to travel along the Redhorn Pass where Orcs still hunted. Though they feared both Elf and Man they were still dangerous.
She was traveling with many Elven guards, but it mattered not to Elrond, for if Orcs attacked, the Elves would be outnumbered.
He stood and wandered out onto the balcony. Leaning his forearms against it, he sighed heavily and listened to the silence. No song was sung in Rivendell since she vanished and none dare go out at night. They all feared that if Celebrian had been captured and tortured she may have unknowingly revealed the location of the hidden valley that rests at the foot of the Misty Mountains.
Elrond breathed deeply and pressed his palms against his forehead. He let long supressed fear fill his thoughts and tears streamed down his cheeks and trickeled through his fingers.
Hours came and went as easily as night and day. The darkness grew and a storm smothered Rivendell as if Elrond's grief brought it like a curse.
Lightening flashed across the sky and Elrond felt rather than heard his daughter sit up.
"Father!" She called out quietly.
He returned to her side and she melted into his arms. "I'm here, Arwen, there's nothing to fear."
"She won't survive, will she?" The question was simple, but it renewed the grief in Elrond's heart.
"I honestly don't know." He held her close and racked her gently until she fell to sleep.
He pulled the blanket over both of them, and for the first time since Celebrian disapeared, Elrond slept.
But it didn't last long.
Gentle footsteps barely heard raced into the room and twin voices whispered urgently.
Elrond opened his eyes and stared at them blankly. "What is it?"
"It was certainly Orcs that attacked and prevented the Lorien Elves from escorting Mother all the way to Lorien!" The eldest spoke quickly.
"Relax, Elladan, and tell me where you heard this." Elrond sat up slowly.
"One managed to get away and he hid alongside the pass. He was severely wounded and couldn't help any one so he stayed there. They killed everyone. Except Mother." Elladan held his breath.
"They took her by way of a chain around her neck." Elrohir finished as tears stung at his eyes.
Elladan said what was truly on his mind. "Let us go and get her. If she still lives, then nothing prevents us from rescuing her."
Elrond thought for a moment. "And if you fail or if she's dead, then it was all in vain and I lose not only my wife, but also my sons.
"So, instead of risking our lives, you'll let her die?" Elladan asked hs father in shock.
Elrond's eyes focused on Elladan. "Your mother is the dearest thing to me than all of Middle-Earth and farther. I would do anything to bring her home."
Elrohir dried his eyes and spoke. "Then let us go. Don't deny this to us. Every moment we spend discussing it is another moment of terror and fear set in her heart, and if you reject our request she will die, for her time may be drawing near."
Elrond turned his head and breathed deeply before turning back. "Very well, but go with caution my sons."
Elladan and Elrohir each embraced their father.
As they left, Elladan turned back. "Will you and Arwen be all right?"
"Yes, Elladan." He watched his son turn. "And . . . ."
Elladan turned back.
"If your sister hadn't been so traumatized by this, I would have been out there looking for her."
Elladan nodded. "I know, Father. We'll bring her home, I promise."
"Thank you."
Days passed by slowly. Elrond woke each morning to find his daughter sitting on the balcony, arms crossed over her stomach and tears flowing down her cheeks.
One such morning, eight days after the twins had left, Elrond walked through the valley along the rivers and streams. Each step he took forced him to wonder if he'd ever walk these wooded paths with Celebrian again. He sat near one of the streams, leaning his back against a tree. He soon began to fall asleep.
Moments later a voice echoed in Elrond's head. He opened his eyes and looked around.
Just over the river he saw Elrohir racing toward him.
"Father, we found her!"
Leaping to his feet, Elrond ran through the water and up the bank on the other side. Reaching Elrohir, he grabbed him by the shoulders. "Where?" He gasped.
"With Elladan at the top of the mountains near the hidden pass. She's hurt and we can't bring her any farther."
"Run back home and get help. Hurry!"
Elrond ran as fast as his feet would take him.. Though it took twenty minutes he felt as if time had stopped.
As he neared the mountain peak, he saw Elladan pacing restlessly.
His son looked down and then ran to him. "I think they've poisened her. She's having a hard time breathing."
Elrond hugged him tightly then knelt at his wife's side. "Can you hear me, Celebrian?"
"Yes, Elrond. What happened to me?" She opened her eyes and gazed at him. "I love you, Elrond." Her head fell to the side and Elrond leaned closer.
"She's not breathing!"
"Please no." Elladan whispered.
"Tell me you see your brother." Elrond begged.
Elladan let his gaze sweep over the hidden valley. "Nothing."
"Don't let this happen." He layed his palm on her forehead as she grew colder.
To be continued. . . . . .