Title: In the Meadow
Author: Reona
Email: reona32@aol.com
Series: Ancestors
Part: Part 1
Fandom: LotR
Pairing(s): slight Glorfindel/Elrond: slash
Rating: G
Summary: After being attacked on a trip to Lothlórien, Elrond is wounded and…disappears. As his love ones search the forest for him, Elrond finds himself in the care of an unusually white lady and her companion.
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. I do own this story and any odd characters that show up.
The old trees of the forest turned their green leaves toward the sun, catching the warm rays that shone down upon them from the sky. The trees stood tall and had seen more than one Age pass in Middle-Earth. They groaned, their roots digging deeply into the rich soil to seek water. A gentle breeze drifted around their trunks, sighing softly. Bright violets on the ground suddenly began to whisper, speaking of news carried by the wind and caught by the lush green grass. The lofty trees looked down upon the group traveling under them, listening to the tiny silver bells that rang on their horse's tack and their quiet conversation. The wind drew the attention of the forest to one of the beings, riding slightly in front of the group on a mid-night black horse. This being had long twilight dark hair woven into a crown of braids and then cascading down his back in a gleaming fall. Tiny silver beads winked in his hair as the group rode under the dappled sunlight. His face was tilted upward, his eyes closed and enjoying the warm summer day. A soft robe of burgundy velvet rested over a silk tunic and pants and on his right hand was the only piece of jewelry he wore, a silver ring with a sapphire stone. Elves now traveled through this ancient wood.
The breeze whirled around Elrond Peredhil, pulling at his hair and bringing a smile to his lips. Under him, Uial continued to walk with an easy gait as they traveled. Next to him rode a blond Elf on a white horse, Glorfindel riding on Asfaloth. Behind them were two dark haired Elves that looked like mirror images of each other. Taking up the rear was an honor guard of about twenty Elves in silver and blue livery, the colors of the Elven haven Imladris, known as Rivendell in the Common Tongue.
"As childish as this is going to sound," said one of the twins. "Are we there yet?"
Those of the group close enough to hear the younger Elf chuckled at his impatience. Elrond opened his silver grey eyes, chuckling at his son himself, and turned in his saddle. "It is at least another hour until we reach the boarders of Lothlórien, Elrohir," he answered.
The younger twin sighed and cupped his hands behind his head, allowing his horse to continue to plod along behind his father. "It seems that every year this ride keeps getting longer and longer," he complained.
His brother beside him smirked. "Perhaps you just keep losing more and more patience every year," retorted Elladan.
Elrohir took a swing at his brother, nearly falling out of the saddle as Elladan moved his horse out of range. The younger twin's horse whickered as the Elf's weight shifted painfully to the side and Elrohir quickly righted himself. "Sorry," he apologized, patting the horse's neck.
Glorfindel sighed. "I'm surprise you haven't broken your neck at this rate. Either of you," he grumbled.
"Don't give them any ideas," whispered Elrond.
Glorfindel chuckled. "Indeed."
"Brother dear, I do believe they are talking about us," said Elladan in an astonished voice.
Elrohir painted an unbelieving look on his face. "No, they couldn't be." A flock of birds burst from the ground cover some yards away, startling the group out of their fun. A sharp warning whistle sounded from the back of the guard, relaying that something had been spotted. Glorfindel drew his sword and turned Asfaloth, standing in the saddle to see what was happening.
"Orcs!" cried another in the guard. The foul creatures burst from the forest around them, the horde racing for the Elves. Uial half reared and pranced back as a black fetched arrow stuck the ground before him. The black horse continued to move backward until he and his rider were position between the twins, who had also drawn their swords at the first outcry.
Elrond grabbed his bow and plucked two arrows from his quiver from where it was attached to his saddle. "Hold!" he ordered in a hard voice. Uial became motionless as Elrond notched both arrows and turned his bow horizontal. The half-Elf released both arrows and was able to hit two orcs right in the head at the same time. Uial began to move after the shot, backing up into the protection of the guard. "You've been taking instructions from Glorfindel again, haven't you Uial?" muttered Elrond as he reached for another arrow. Uial snorted and continued to move his rider to safety. "Hold!" Uial froze again and Elrond shot his arrow toward the ground, where it bounced off the packed soil and under his son's horse to kill the orc he was battling.
Elladan glanced over his shoulder as the orc he was battling dropped dead, an arrow through its throat. "Where did you learn to do that?" he yelled. Elrond only smiled grimly and raised another arrow, aiming straight at Elrohir. Elladan's eyes widened as Elrond ripped off the feather fetching on the arrow with his teeth and released it. The projectile curved in front of his son's chest and hit the orc that was beyond the horse's head.
"Do not lose the formation!" ordered Glorfindel's voice suddenly. The orcs were cleverly drawing the circle of guards outward, making the Elven warriors come after them. The ring of protection around Elrond that Uial had maneuvered him to was slowly starting to show gaps.
Elrond gasped as he felt pain flare in his left leg and looked down to find an orc claw wrapped around his foot. "Ada!" cried Elladan as he saw blood begin to drip down his father's foot to the ground. Elrond hissed something in old Quenya at the orc and brought his bow down on the beast's head. The orc reared back at the blow and Elladan quickly stuck it down with his sword. Elrond gritted his teeth as he leaned over to look at the wound, tears forming in his eyes from the pain. "How is it?" asked Elladan. Elrond shook his head, he couldn't tell anything through the blood and the remains of his leggings.
Uial suddenly reared and screamed in pain. Elrond grabbed a hold of the saddle horn least the horse unseat him in his unsteady state, losing his bow in the process. The half-Elf felt claws wrap around his hair and yank him sideways. "Ada!" cried Elladan again. Elrond turned his head under the strain and saw that another orc had a hold of him, one clawed hand in his hair and the other sinking into Uial's flesh. Elrond hissed again in Quenya and saw the orc's eyes narrow in understanding of the biting words before he pulled on his hair again and heaved the half-Elf from his seat. Elrond heard many of the other Elves cry out as he fell from Uial's back, including Glorfindel's and his children's anguished calls. Stars exploded behind Elrond's eyes as he hit the ground and darkness swam into his vision. Pain vibrated down his neck and across his shoulders, locking the muscles of his spine. A loud howl sounded in his pointed ears and his head rang more fiercely afterward. After a moment the black overtook everything and Elrond knew no more.
Elladan watched in horror as the orc pulled his father from his saddle. The elder half-Elf's head bounced with the impacted of hitting the ground and the twin saw blood trickle out of Elrond's nose. His body spasm once before the orc that had pulled him down let out a loud cry. Elladan started as orcs began to converge upon the area where his father had fallen, pushing past the Elves to reach their victorious comrade. He screamed and leapt from his horse, hacking franticly at the orcs that now swarmed over his father. Pictures of his mother, beaten and bruise with unimaginable pain in her eyes flash through his mind. She had been unable to bare the pain of her ordeal and had left for the West, leaving them behind in Middle-Earth. "Not again," he muttered as he decapitated an orc. "Ai Elbereth, not again."
A spray of arrows from the guards cut down many orcs as Elrohir appeared by Elladan's side, hewing orcs like they were wheat. All had seen their lord fall under the orcs. Elladan heard his brother's muttered prayer as well and saw that Glorfindel had also waded into the fray with his sword, a stricken look on the blond Elf's face. Another screech went up from the orcs and the mass withered. The twins couldn't see their father at all, not even a flash of his rich robes. "Ada!" cried Elladan, although he knew that his father could not be still conscious. Ai Elbereth, please let him not be conscious.
When at last the Elves cut through the orcs and the rest had fled they found --- nothing. Elrond was gone and the only sign of him was an ominous pool of bright red blood. Glorfindel over turned an orc and looked about frantically. "Where is he?"
"We would have seen if they carried him off, right?" asked Elrohir, distress in his voice. "We would have seen them."
"Sweet Eru," exclaimed one guard softly. "Sir, come look at this!" The Elf warrior was crouched before a dead orc but it wasn't one of the orcs they had killed. This orc was pulled up into a fetal position, its clawed hand up in front of its face. It was also covered in grey ash, each feature of the creature in perfect detail as if a statue.
"Who did this?" asked Glorfindel. The guards shook their head, sporting wounds from the fight. This was not something they had done. Cautiously, Glorfindel reached out and gently touched the orc's grey shoulder. With a gasp, the other Elves drew back as the thing collapsed in on itself, falling apart. It was only a shell; the orc had been incinerated from the inside out.
"There are others," said Elrohir, looking around. "At least three others just like that." Another guard touched an ash orc shell and it fell apart as well.
"Glorfindel, who," Elladan hesitated. "What could do this?"
The blond Elf tapped his fingers against his chin, eyes narrowed in thought. "What indeed."
Ada = Dad etc.
Author: Reona
Email: reona32@aol.com
Series: Ancestors
Part: Part 1
Fandom: LotR
Pairing(s): slight Glorfindel/Elrond: slash
Rating: G
Summary: After being attacked on a trip to Lothlórien, Elrond is wounded and…disappears. As his love ones search the forest for him, Elrond finds himself in the care of an unusually white lady and her companion.
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. I do own this story and any odd characters that show up.
The old trees of the forest turned their green leaves toward the sun, catching the warm rays that shone down upon them from the sky. The trees stood tall and had seen more than one Age pass in Middle-Earth. They groaned, their roots digging deeply into the rich soil to seek water. A gentle breeze drifted around their trunks, sighing softly. Bright violets on the ground suddenly began to whisper, speaking of news carried by the wind and caught by the lush green grass. The lofty trees looked down upon the group traveling under them, listening to the tiny silver bells that rang on their horse's tack and their quiet conversation. The wind drew the attention of the forest to one of the beings, riding slightly in front of the group on a mid-night black horse. This being had long twilight dark hair woven into a crown of braids and then cascading down his back in a gleaming fall. Tiny silver beads winked in his hair as the group rode under the dappled sunlight. His face was tilted upward, his eyes closed and enjoying the warm summer day. A soft robe of burgundy velvet rested over a silk tunic and pants and on his right hand was the only piece of jewelry he wore, a silver ring with a sapphire stone. Elves now traveled through this ancient wood.
The breeze whirled around Elrond Peredhil, pulling at his hair and bringing a smile to his lips. Under him, Uial continued to walk with an easy gait as they traveled. Next to him rode a blond Elf on a white horse, Glorfindel riding on Asfaloth. Behind them were two dark haired Elves that looked like mirror images of each other. Taking up the rear was an honor guard of about twenty Elves in silver and blue livery, the colors of the Elven haven Imladris, known as Rivendell in the Common Tongue.
"As childish as this is going to sound," said one of the twins. "Are we there yet?"
Those of the group close enough to hear the younger Elf chuckled at his impatience. Elrond opened his silver grey eyes, chuckling at his son himself, and turned in his saddle. "It is at least another hour until we reach the boarders of Lothlórien, Elrohir," he answered.
The younger twin sighed and cupped his hands behind his head, allowing his horse to continue to plod along behind his father. "It seems that every year this ride keeps getting longer and longer," he complained.
His brother beside him smirked. "Perhaps you just keep losing more and more patience every year," retorted Elladan.
Elrohir took a swing at his brother, nearly falling out of the saddle as Elladan moved his horse out of range. The younger twin's horse whickered as the Elf's weight shifted painfully to the side and Elrohir quickly righted himself. "Sorry," he apologized, patting the horse's neck.
Glorfindel sighed. "I'm surprise you haven't broken your neck at this rate. Either of you," he grumbled.
"Don't give them any ideas," whispered Elrond.
Glorfindel chuckled. "Indeed."
"Brother dear, I do believe they are talking about us," said Elladan in an astonished voice.
Elrohir painted an unbelieving look on his face. "No, they couldn't be." A flock of birds burst from the ground cover some yards away, startling the group out of their fun. A sharp warning whistle sounded from the back of the guard, relaying that something had been spotted. Glorfindel drew his sword and turned Asfaloth, standing in the saddle to see what was happening.
"Orcs!" cried another in the guard. The foul creatures burst from the forest around them, the horde racing for the Elves. Uial half reared and pranced back as a black fetched arrow stuck the ground before him. The black horse continued to move backward until he and his rider were position between the twins, who had also drawn their swords at the first outcry.
Elrond grabbed his bow and plucked two arrows from his quiver from where it was attached to his saddle. "Hold!" he ordered in a hard voice. Uial became motionless as Elrond notched both arrows and turned his bow horizontal. The half-Elf released both arrows and was able to hit two orcs right in the head at the same time. Uial began to move after the shot, backing up into the protection of the guard. "You've been taking instructions from Glorfindel again, haven't you Uial?" muttered Elrond as he reached for another arrow. Uial snorted and continued to move his rider to safety. "Hold!" Uial froze again and Elrond shot his arrow toward the ground, where it bounced off the packed soil and under his son's horse to kill the orc he was battling.
Elladan glanced over his shoulder as the orc he was battling dropped dead, an arrow through its throat. "Where did you learn to do that?" he yelled. Elrond only smiled grimly and raised another arrow, aiming straight at Elrohir. Elladan's eyes widened as Elrond ripped off the feather fetching on the arrow with his teeth and released it. The projectile curved in front of his son's chest and hit the orc that was beyond the horse's head.
"Do not lose the formation!" ordered Glorfindel's voice suddenly. The orcs were cleverly drawing the circle of guards outward, making the Elven warriors come after them. The ring of protection around Elrond that Uial had maneuvered him to was slowly starting to show gaps.
Elrond gasped as he felt pain flare in his left leg and looked down to find an orc claw wrapped around his foot. "Ada!" cried Elladan as he saw blood begin to drip down his father's foot to the ground. Elrond hissed something in old Quenya at the orc and brought his bow down on the beast's head. The orc reared back at the blow and Elladan quickly stuck it down with his sword. Elrond gritted his teeth as he leaned over to look at the wound, tears forming in his eyes from the pain. "How is it?" asked Elladan. Elrond shook his head, he couldn't tell anything through the blood and the remains of his leggings.
Uial suddenly reared and screamed in pain. Elrond grabbed a hold of the saddle horn least the horse unseat him in his unsteady state, losing his bow in the process. The half-Elf felt claws wrap around his hair and yank him sideways. "Ada!" cried Elladan again. Elrond turned his head under the strain and saw that another orc had a hold of him, one clawed hand in his hair and the other sinking into Uial's flesh. Elrond hissed again in Quenya and saw the orc's eyes narrow in understanding of the biting words before he pulled on his hair again and heaved the half-Elf from his seat. Elrond heard many of the other Elves cry out as he fell from Uial's back, including Glorfindel's and his children's anguished calls. Stars exploded behind Elrond's eyes as he hit the ground and darkness swam into his vision. Pain vibrated down his neck and across his shoulders, locking the muscles of his spine. A loud howl sounded in his pointed ears and his head rang more fiercely afterward. After a moment the black overtook everything and Elrond knew no more.
Elladan watched in horror as the orc pulled his father from his saddle. The elder half-Elf's head bounced with the impacted of hitting the ground and the twin saw blood trickle out of Elrond's nose. His body spasm once before the orc that had pulled him down let out a loud cry. Elladan started as orcs began to converge upon the area where his father had fallen, pushing past the Elves to reach their victorious comrade. He screamed and leapt from his horse, hacking franticly at the orcs that now swarmed over his father. Pictures of his mother, beaten and bruise with unimaginable pain in her eyes flash through his mind. She had been unable to bare the pain of her ordeal and had left for the West, leaving them behind in Middle-Earth. "Not again," he muttered as he decapitated an orc. "Ai Elbereth, not again."
A spray of arrows from the guards cut down many orcs as Elrohir appeared by Elladan's side, hewing orcs like they were wheat. All had seen their lord fall under the orcs. Elladan heard his brother's muttered prayer as well and saw that Glorfindel had also waded into the fray with his sword, a stricken look on the blond Elf's face. Another screech went up from the orcs and the mass withered. The twins couldn't see their father at all, not even a flash of his rich robes. "Ada!" cried Elladan, although he knew that his father could not be still conscious. Ai Elbereth, please let him not be conscious.
When at last the Elves cut through the orcs and the rest had fled they found --- nothing. Elrond was gone and the only sign of him was an ominous pool of bright red blood. Glorfindel over turned an orc and looked about frantically. "Where is he?"
"We would have seen if they carried him off, right?" asked Elrohir, distress in his voice. "We would have seen them."
"Sweet Eru," exclaimed one guard softly. "Sir, come look at this!" The Elf warrior was crouched before a dead orc but it wasn't one of the orcs they had killed. This orc was pulled up into a fetal position, its clawed hand up in front of its face. It was also covered in grey ash, each feature of the creature in perfect detail as if a statue.
"Who did this?" asked Glorfindel. The guards shook their head, sporting wounds from the fight. This was not something they had done. Cautiously, Glorfindel reached out and gently touched the orc's grey shoulder. With a gasp, the other Elves drew back as the thing collapsed in on itself, falling apart. It was only a shell; the orc had been incinerated from the inside out.
"There are others," said Elrohir, looking around. "At least three others just like that." Another guard touched an ash orc shell and it fell apart as well.
"Glorfindel, who," Elladan hesitated. "What could do this?"
The blond Elf tapped his fingers against his chin, eyes narrowed in thought. "What indeed."
Ada = Dad etc.