Category: Lord of the Rings

Rating: T

Couples: Elrond/Celebrian, Celeborn/Galadriel, Elrohir/Melkor and the other ones also ;)

Warnings: Slight Slash; Not so slight AU; Blood; Angst

Chapter: 3

Copyright: Most Characters + Places © By Tolkien; Some characs + plot © by me

Disclaimer: After some one said my story is almost original, I checked what is so different from the canon version:

1.There is a fourth kind

2.There is a slight History-Mess-up

3.Oh and most important: Galadriel giggled

Indeed… Almost Original…

Arwen knocked at the door of the geustroom. A melodic voice called her in and she opened the door and walked towards the bed. Galadriel smiled at her and patted the place next to her. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be preparing your stuff for the journey?" Her smile faded when she saw the sad look on the face of her granddaughter. She drapped her arm over Arwen's shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Ada…" She looked down at her feet. "Why isn't he preparing to leave? I walked into his room just a few moments ago and he even hadn't got a suitcase. I don't understand. Rivendell can survive without its lord, can't it?"

"It could…" Galadriel rose and gently pulled Arwen along, away from the window. "I had watched my mirror and asked to see what would happen on our journey. What I saw… It concerned me deeply. I saw Elrond. Trees around him were burning, burning like torches. He was fighting something, I couldn't see what, but in the end it defeated him. I told him and he doesn't want to take risks, especial since you are joining."

"Ada… Gets defeated?" Arwen's eyes widened. "Is that the treu reason why he was against my leaving? Because he was afraid?"

Galadriel nodded. "That indeed was the true reason and now he stays with Celeborn and Thranduil as company." She smiled at her granddaughter. "Don't worry, Arwen. I know those guys better than you do. They are strong, very strong. They will manage."

The next day Elrond waved at his daughter while the carts left Rivendell for the Havens. He sighed and turned to walk back to the last Homely House. Thranduil and Celeborn had stopped waving earlier and were walking in front of him. Celeborn was gesturing wildly, just like Thranduil. They almost reached the House when Celeborn slowed down and waited for Elrond to reach him.

"Good. Thranduil, why not ask him himself? It won't help if we two just discuss this." He raised an eyebrow at the blond elf.

"Ask me what? Should I start to worry?" Elrond looked suspicion from one to the other. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing." Thranduil joined them again. "Celeborn and I were just wondering at which fighting-art you're better; with the sword or with the bow."

"Right…" Elrond sighed. "To be truthfully; I'm the best with Twin blades, if you understand what I mean, but of those two… I think it would be sword-fighting then."

"Good…" Celeborn grinned. "How about a fight then?"

After fetching their swords the tree elves headed down to a bank of the Bruinen. Now Thranduil was fighting Elrond, while Celeborn sat on the grass a few metres away and watched them. Elrond certainly hadn't exaggerated when he told he was a good fighter, but Thranduil hadn't been King for about 3 millennia without a reason. Both had started to sweat and their brows were knitted in frustration at the determination of the other not to lose. In the end Elrond slipped on a wet stone and fell into the river.

Elrond cursed softly, while brushing the wet strands out of his eyes. Great… He looked into the water to check for his sword when something else caught his attention. He reached out and closed his hands around the object. When he opened his fingers he gasped.

"Sweet Eru…"

Far away, in dark depths of high mountains yellow eyes bursted to live. A voice filled the cave and made the walls shake. "It has been found!"