I am very happy to finally come out with my brand new story. Please let me know your thoughts.

Rating: PG-13, some graphic images and character deaths?? (you'll find out)

Cast: Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel, Elrohir, Elladan and Legolas

Summary: Some say the future is set while others do not believe in fate. Can Elrond's foresight prevent the demise of Imladris and all those he holds dear or will he dismiss the images as nothing but dreams?

Prologue

No longer could he stand back and watch. The battle was going ill and Elrond know his land needed its Lord to join the fight, to defend it against this great foe.

The half-elf grabbed his sword for the first time in many moons; ignoring the advice his counselor had given him before going to fight. From where he stood it did not appear that this fight was going in their favor. The enemy was getting very close to the heart of Imladris, to his house and the refuge of many.

As he made his way to the field of battle he was shocked to see that indeed Mandos had been busy. All around lay elves he had known for all their lives and now their end had come too soon, even for immortals. Around them also were many slain enemy, the elven warriors could go to the Halls with their heads held high. Among them he saw a bow that was familiar to his heart. Lying there with friend and foe alike was Legolas, Thranduil's youngest son. Three arrows to the chest had ended the life of the prince and Elrond felt a wave of sadness. If such a talented elf could be killed here how did others fair? Grief came into his being and he thought of his friend the King and how to tell him his beloved and beautiful child was gone. He thought of his sons, how close they were to this frequent visitor and how they would play such sneaky games and pranks bringing laughter to his door.

He twisted his way around the carnage and finally was to an area that had seen some of the heaviest of the fighting. A sudden flash of black made him stop short.

'Oh no,' he thought, 'please don't let this be true.' With fear of the truth in his step he walked towards the form. His great fear was true.

It was Erestor, lying among many corpses.

For the first time since knowing the dark elf, Erestor lay perfectly still. Never had Elrond seen him like this, his Advisor was always moving and had to be bothered by others in order to even take a moment's peace. A sword had sliced his chest open so deep it would almost seem to reach his spine. His eyes were closed and his face seemed to finally be at complete rest, something never obtained before and only finally accomplished in death.

'Oh Valor, how much knowledge and wisdom has been lost with his passing?' As much as he wanted to sit with his Advisor and friend he had to move on. If he knew Erestor, he would be screaming at him to leave and find to where the fighting had progressed.

Painfully he stood up, looked forward and kept his course.

It hit him how much death there was this day and the day was not yet over. Coming through a wooded portion of the land he saw yet another sight of terror and Elrond wondered if ever there would be an end.

There, pinned to a tree by a spear through his stomach, was Glorfindel. The greatest warrior to who not even a Balrog was an impossible target. He was sent back by Mandos himself to live with them in the Last Homely House and now it seemed the Valar had taken back their prize. His striking blue eyes were open but dull to the world. His Lord walked to him and gently shut them. What could have thrown this spear with so much force and caught his nimble captain off guard?

With sudden and perfect clarity that comes after having walked through the haze, Elrond knew he had yet to see his sons. They were not here. Where were they? Did they yet live?

Running with a speed he had not thought himself capable of he made his ways towards the only noise in the land. Above him he heard the calling of the crows. They were coming for his friends! Dear Legolas, wise Erestor and brave Glorfindel, the birds could sense their deaths and the deaths of so many others from so far away. Thoughts of those black birds and what they would do made him sick. The valley now would never be rid of the aura of death; it would never again be the same.

Coming into a clearing he finally saw his sons and thanked all the powers they yet lived. They were fighting more of the enemy and Elrond noticed a motion in the trees to the left of his sons. Faster than he could run, even faster then he could scream sharpshooters of the dark foe peered out from the branches and prepared to fire onto his children.

"NO!" He shouted as the arrows were let loose.

How had this come to pass? How could he have sent everyone he cared about into such a hopeless battle? He let the enemy get this close and now all of their deaths were his making.

FLASHBACK

Five days earlier

A fluffy bunny production:

Holding Destiny

By Elvensong

Chapter 1

TBC