Category: Lord of the Rings
Rating: M
Couples: Elrond/Thranduil
Warnings: AU, Blood, Torture, Slash, Character Death (sorta)
Chapter: 10
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"You told me it had failed." Estelion all but hissed at the blond sitting next to him. "You said that our only hope lay in them not finding out too soon that we were gone."
"It did. I did not have enough power to change them." Thoronquil hissed back, but softer so the Men outside wouldn't hear them.
"Then why in Valar's sake were our bodies laid on a pyre not a week ago?" The black-haired elf trembled with fury. "Why is your son moving to be crowned!"
"Because someone else had the same idea." Both looked up sharply when movement sounded outside. "It is certain now. Someone intends to bring down our realms. We must leave here as soon as possible."
"And how do you intend to do that? I cannot walk yet." Estelion gestured towards his splinted leg. "And I am certain they shan't borrow us one of their few horses, no matter what we do or say."
"We have to try. If we don't, our realms might be at stakes. Our sons cannot hold them like this." Thoronquil gracefully rose from the ground. "You try to recover swiftly."
He gently opened the door towards the main room of the house. Haronwar and his family had just been eating dinner and looked up surprised when the elf entered the room. "Can I speak to you for a moment, Haronwar?"
"Does it have something to do with what happened yesterday?" Haronwar joined the elf, gesturing towards the door leading outside.
"I'm afraid yes. I know it is much to ask, and probably folly to do so, but Estelion and I need to return to Mirkwood…"
"And you require a horse?" Haronwar asked. "You are lucky. A horse came to us a few weeks ago, she will accept no rider, but maybe you can tame her."
The elf blinked as the human led him towards the stables. "You never mentioned that before."
"There was no need." Haronwar pushed open one of the doors, inviting the elf in. "She is in the last stable."
"Aranwen!" The grey mare raised her head upon hearing her given name. Outside the stable stood an elf she knew well. She whinnied, reaching for her master. His strong and slender arms closed around her neck, as he whispered in elvish to her. "You are unharmed, thank the Valar."
She snorted when the human came closer and spoke to her master. Her master answered him in kind, speaking Westron again. She was strangely happy when the man left.
"Rest well, my noble maiden. Tomorrow I have need of all the speed you can give me." He rubbed her graceful neck. "We're going home."
He laughed at her joyful expression, his laugh sounding like the wind through the leaves. "I have to leave, for now."
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"Something is upsetting you, Galadriel." Celeborn studied his wife as she prepared for bed. "What is it?"
The Golden Lady of Lothlorien did not turn, meeting her husband's eyes in the mirror. "That is the problem; I cannot pinpoint it. Whenever we are in a meeting, I feel… dread."
Celeborn sighed, shedding his robe. "I feel that too. As if Sauron already gained a foothold here. But I have no idea how that would be possible."
"Neither do I." His wife joined him on the bed. "Ready for tomorrow, beloved?"
"No, but I'll have to be."