Category: Lord of the Rings
Rating: M
Couples: Elrond/?, Elladan/Elrohir/? & Glorfindel/Erestor
Warnings: Major (Tw)incest, AU, Blood, Angst, Torture, implied Rape
Chapter: 12
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot © by me
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A week later the messenger from Lothlorien had returned.
"Ada!" Elrond smiled when he heard the childlike glee in his son's voice. "You must come at once. Dearadar and Dearnaneth send you a gift. You'll love it." He laughed softly when he sensed the urge to run in his son's body.
"And what is it? You're practically jumping up and down in glee… and excitement." He laughed out loud when Elrohir gently slapped him. "Beware, Ion-nin. I might be blind, but I still am fully capable of putting you over my knee."
He felt the hand on his arm tense. "Blind…" He heard the pain in his son's voice.
He stopped and searched for his son's face with his hand. He gently rested it against the soft cheek he found and frowned slightly when another spark passed between them. Yet he shrugged it off. "Yes, blind… Yet I'm perfectly capable of dealing with that. Do not blame yourself, Elrohir. You came as fast as you could."
He felt something wet hit his hand and realized his son was crying. "It shouldn't even have happened! We should have protected you, so we wouldn't even need to ride to your aid!" By now the other was sobbing.
Elrond used the hold he had on his son's cheek to pull him into his arms. He felt the trembling against his entire body. Gently he stroked the silk-like hair of his son. "You could have done nothing, Ion. Nothing… Had the two of you been there with me, you would have died alongside of my guards. And I would have been found very much later. They might have killed me before the elves would have found their layer. You protected me from much worse by NOT being there."
He held the trembling form until he was completely still again. Then he released it, but not before gently kissing the face. He couldn't help but snicker. "Do I want to know which part of your face I hit?"
"My cheek…" Elrohir buried his father in another hug. "Hannon le, ada."
"Always welcome, Ion-nin. But now, what was the gift of Galadriel and Celeborn?"
He heard the slap when Elrohir hit himself on the head. "I completely forgot that one! They must be waiting for us!"
He released a yelp of surprise when Elrohir started to drag him through the hallway.
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Glorfindel couldn't help but smile warmly when he saw Elrohir drag Elrond towards them. It truly was a good thing Elrond was so familiar with his city, otherwise he would have fallen. Elladan realized as much and gently scolded his younger brother upon their arrival. The horse he held snickered. Apparently he was not the only one who thought the scene funny.
"A horse? Celeborn and Galadriel send me a horse?" Elrond slowly moved towards the sound. Then he halted and smiled. "Glorfindel?"
"Yes, my Lord. How did you know?" Glorfindel gently steered his Lord towards the horse. Fondly he, Erestor, the Twins and Arwen watched as the Half-elf buried his hands in the long mane.
"I'm Lord here, Glorfindel and I should know my people." Elrond gently stroked the mane he held. "Tell me, how does he look?"
The horse snorted and threw its' head from side to side sending alarm bells of in every one's head. Elrond would not be able to see it coming, but thankfully the horse had already realized that. Elrond snorted too. "Forgive me, my Lady. How does SHE look?"
Erestor smiled. "Let's phrase it like that; turn your head a little more and one might believe you have none. She has exactly the same color as your hair."
"And she looks made for speed. Of course we can't be sure of that yet, since she has yet to be ridden…" Arwen joined her father and stroked the mare's nose.
"In other words; the Evenstar of her people?" The small group laughed at the comparison. Arwen shared her father's black hair and she preferred the fighting styles where the main focus lay in speed.
"Well…" Arwen smiled sweetly at the horse. "Maybe…"
Another round of laughing ensued when the mare nudged the Elvish Evenstar rather forcefully.
"Well, it's decided then. She shall be named Undómiel." The eldest Half-elf smiled and squeezed his daughter's hand. "Now I may call two my own; one of the horses and one of the elves. And both already are just as dear to me."
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"Elrond?" Námo moved closer towards the bed. The startled half-elf had moved up and away from his voice. "Peace, I come not to harm you..."
"I know." The half-elf moved into his pillows again. "I can sense that. But who are you?"
"Námo..." The Vala sat down next to the elf, pretending he didn't notice the tensing of the other. "Tell me, why are you still here?"
"Here? Where else would I be? Should I be?"
"With your mates."
"My... what?"
"Your mates... Your Soulmates... To whom you bonded exactly two weeks ago."
"I... what? I don't understand, my Lord..."
"May I show you then?"
Elrond nodded, his mouth slightly open.
Námo laid his hand on Elrond's and gifted him with a memory.
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When Glorfindel visited his lord, he found the chair next to the bed occupied. By a person he would have preferred to never meet again.
"Lord Námo!" He fell onto his knees as the other rose. "Are you here to retrieve him?"
"Not yet, Golden One, and I pray I never have to."
"Not yet?" Glorfindel's eyes shot towards his lord's face, praying to find open eyes.
"Not yet, but unless you aid me, I shall have no other choice but to."
"How do you mean that, my Lord?"
"Your Lord has been poisoned. That is why he will neither wake nor heal."
"Poisoned?"
"With a poison there is no antidote for. There simply never was need for one. It is a poison common in the South. It kills Men and Dwarves before they even realise something is wrong, sometimes it even might take a while before the body shuts down. They walk the halls of their ancestors, while their bodies walk the halls they owned."
"I don't understand."
"Elrond's human side reacts on it, his elvish does not. With as a result; this." An elegant arm touched the broken one lying on the covers.
"What can be done?" Glorfindel carefully rested his hand next to the one of the Vala.
"Little, but it can." Námo looked at the elf next to him. "I can, to be precise. But at a price: where I to do this now, I would bond with him. I would have to use such a great amount of power I would bond to him. This understandably is not a thing that should happen."
"So? What can I do?"
"Ensure he bonds... Ensure he bonds with his soulmates... And ensure it happens within ten days from now, for otherwise, he shall be lost to you. I will have no choice but to lay claim to his soul."
"Ten days?" Glorfindel backed away in shock. "How are we to find his soulmates in TEN days!"
"That I'm afraid is your concern. But I shall aid you: two they are and brothers, dwelling even now in this city. But remember, Golden Flower: ten days only you have."
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"Why did they not tell me this?" Elrond was vexed. "How come I only find this out now?"
"They were happy, and probably forgot over their joy."
"But Who are my soulmates then?"
"You already know that, my dear half-elf. You have felt it over the course of these last few days. You cannot deny this…" Námo watched as understanding dawned in the eyes of the half-elf. He mentally winced in sympathy when that understanding turned into horror. "I see you realized."
He watched as the other opened his mouth, closed it again and searched for his voice.
"My sons?" Elrond finally managed to whisper. "Elladan and Elrohir?"
"Yes... Your sons and your soulmates..."
