Author ~ Halo Son
Rating ~ R
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?!
Author's Note ~ Here's the second story in my first LOTR trilogy (and probably not my last *hint hint* ^_~ ). The characters Trelan, Raniean, Celboril and Moranuen are made up characters belonging to Cassia and Sio and they gave me permission to use them in my story, so DO NOT steal them!
Summary ~ The sequel to 'Falling Into Silence'. It is exactly a year since the fall of Neron and the supposed 'death' of Aragorn. However during that time, Legolas has never given up the possibility that Aragorn may still be alive and has endlessly searched for him, without success. Then one night in Rivendell, Elladan is wounded and almost killed and it looks as though it was intentional. When Legolas begins to investigate, he discovers, much to his horror, that the evil responsible is from the depths of Mordor itself and a familiar darkness has a new and deadly weapon in its clutches, a weapon that Legolas could never bring himself to destroy.
WARNING ~ This story contains acts of torture, violence and two accounts of implied rape. Nothing is handled in a graphic manner, however if you do not like these kinds of stories then please DO NOT read this fic.
The Lord Of The Rings
Darkness Haunting
Chapter 2-Bolt From The Blue
The sound of horse's hooves beating on the damp ground chipped at otherwise quiet night surroundings.
The twin's breath was warm against the cold air and the faintest of white mist swirls intertwined with stray beams of moonlight broken by the returning sons of Lord Elrond to Imladris.
Elladan glanced over his shoulder to his twin brother and breathed an almost silent sigh. Almost. Elrohir looked up and stared into Elladan's eyes questionably and the older twin smiled.
"Are you alright?"
Elrohir gave a brief nod then turned his gaze back down. Elladan looked downheartedly at his twin for a moment more before turning around.
Even after a year Elrohir still had not said a word, not a single one.
Elladan knew the reason was due to some sort of horrific trauma, but what it was he had no clue. The older twin also felt partly to blame for it.
In a brief moment of releasing his built up anger he had paid the price with his own injuries and both his brother's. If only he had had better control of his emotions he would've not been beaten and he would've been there to protect Elrohir and Estel through out the whole ordeal.
How he wished he could've taken Elrohir's and Estel's places.
Elladan sighed heavily once more and shifted his sight straight-ahead to the trees.
Earlier in the day the twins had gone hunting, though Elladan had really just wanted to spend some time with Elrohir alone so he had proposed the hunting trip. The younger twin hadn't seemed to want to go, but had followed anyway.
Elladan had mixed feelings about the reaction of his twin.
On the one hand he knew Elrohir was still recovering from the aftermath of his encounter with the demon, but on the other hand Elladan felt that Elrohir was rejecting him and maybe even blaming him for his suffering.
Whenever Elladan tried to comfort Elrohir with a hug, or a hand on his shoulder, or just touch him the younger twin would flinch, though he did that with anyone now, including his father. The sorrowful look that Elrohir would often give Elladan deeply scratched at his heart.
Over time Elladan had just become all the more confused and heavy-hearted; he didn't know what to think anymore.
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He kept low to the ground, stalking the pair of elves in the trees in utter silence.
A year of bitter and intense training beaten into him was essential now if he was to complete the task he had been set to do.
It had to be perfect; everything had to be perfect.
All his movements, postures, actions; it all had to fall into play together or his task would fail. He was dealing with mortals, but with immortal beings sensitive to their surroundings and these two were no ordinary immortal beings.
Stealing a quick glance, he swept ahead of the elves, his footsteps not betraying him.
When he was as further ahead as he was happy with he stopped beside a rather large tree and slowly took the bow from his back and his other hand reached up to take an arrow from his quiver.
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Elrohir's head shifted to an upward gaze.
An uneasy and weary feeling feel like mist upon him and he looked around slowly, but he saw nothing.
He tried to shrug off the feeling, but it would not leave him.
Elladan glanced behind his shoulder and looked at his faltering twin with a questionable eyebrow.
"Elrohir? Are you sure you're alright?"
Elrohir gave a small nod and sigh quietly, glancing back down at the dirty ground. Elladan looked at him with sad eyes then also turned his gaze away.
Elladan's breathing began to hitch slightly as he bit his bottom lip, attempting to starve off ever-frequent tears springing to his eyes.
It was not often that Elladan cried. He had always liked to stay strong for his family and friends, but there were sometimes when he just could not help himself.
Seeing his twin like this, for an entire year, had eaten away at him and he had often sought solitude to express his emotions with no eyes looking down at him or thinking less of him.
Elrohir halted his horse next to Elladan's and watched his twin with a confused look. When Elladan had regained control he smiled weakly at Elrohir.
"You go ahead Elrohir, I will follow in a moment."
With a mixed expression on his face, Elrohir nodded and spurred his horse into the same slow walk it had been in before.
Elladan watched him lead ahead with an anguished haze in his eyes and whispered a few elvish words to his own horse and the beast snorted and followed after its companion.
~ The arrow found the bowstring as tense fingers notched it in place and pulled it back ~
Elrohir's head darted up again.
The feeling of unease was growing every second inside him and panic started welling up within him.
He made his horse turn so he could get a better look around, while Elladan raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Elrohir?"
~ Further and further the arrow was pulled back as the strain on the bowstring increased ~
Elrohir's head kept snapped to a different direction, trying to figure out what he was feeling a why.
Everything around him seemed to scream danger and Elladan was beginning to feel it too.
The twins now noticed that the air was quietly, too quiet.
"Come on Elrohir. The faster we leave this place the faster we will reach home. Let's go."
~ In a split second the position of his aim altered an inch and the arrow flew from the darkness, its path deadly and true ~
Elladan grunted in a sudden and sharp pain and his horse shrieked in fear, rearing up in panic.
Elrohir spun around and watched with horror filled eyes as his brother tumbled off his horse and hit the wet ground with a sickening thud and didn't move.
~ Cursing under his breath he fled into the inky darkness ~
Elrohir sat on his own horse frozen in shock.
He was completely stunned and unable to take in what he had seen.
Then his eyes saw a thick red substance spread across a puddle his brother lay in bold ribbons of death.
Tears began spilling from the younger twin's eyes and his breathing was sharp and erratic, his heart was beating just as furiously.
He then swallowed hard and started moving his mouth in an attempt to find words. He was obviously struggling to speak, for he had not done so in a year.
But then the impact of what he had just witnessed and what he saw seeing now struck his body like a brutal wave of terror. His emotions and instincts took over.
The silence of the night was shattered by an unearthly scream.
"ELLADAN!!!!!!"
The younger elf rushed to his older sibling's side and gently turned him over on to his back.
His eyes then fell upon the black shaft protruding from Elladan's chest, just under the position of his heart. Blood was flowing from the wound and darkening the elf's tunic.
Elrohir noticed how Elladan's face was fast draining of colour and he quickly but carefully picked up his twin brother.
He then sat Elladan up on the horse still holding his back with one hand so he didn't fall back and then pulled himself up behind his brother and then eased him up against his chest.
Urging his horse on into a desperate run, Elrohir wrapped an arm securely around Elladan's waist, wincing as he felt the trickles of his brother's blood flow across his hand.
Over and over he spoke Elladan's name in a whisper as shock flooded his body and sent him tumbling in a whirl of confusion and fear.
"Elladan…Elladan…Elladan!"
Each time he spoke Elladan's name it was more forced, more choked and more frantic.
As the two elves and horse disappeared from view, a dark figure watched in angry and frustrated silence. Slowly turning and walking into the pitch black of night, he vowed that next time he would not miss.
TBC…
Rating ~ R
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?!
Author's Note ~ Here's the second story in my first LOTR trilogy (and probably not my last *hint hint* ^_~ ). The characters Trelan, Raniean, Celboril and Moranuen are made up characters belonging to Cassia and Sio and they gave me permission to use them in my story, so DO NOT steal them!
Summary ~ The sequel to 'Falling Into Silence'. It is exactly a year since the fall of Neron and the supposed 'death' of Aragorn. However during that time, Legolas has never given up the possibility that Aragorn may still be alive and has endlessly searched for him, without success. Then one night in Rivendell, Elladan is wounded and almost killed and it looks as though it was intentional. When Legolas begins to investigate, he discovers, much to his horror, that the evil responsible is from the depths of Mordor itself and a familiar darkness has a new and deadly weapon in its clutches, a weapon that Legolas could never bring himself to destroy.
WARNING ~ This story contains acts of torture, violence and two accounts of implied rape. Nothing is handled in a graphic manner, however if you do not like these kinds of stories then please DO NOT read this fic.
The Lord Of The Rings
Darkness Haunting
Chapter 2-Bolt From The Blue
The sound of horse's hooves beating on the damp ground chipped at otherwise quiet night surroundings.
The twin's breath was warm against the cold air and the faintest of white mist swirls intertwined with stray beams of moonlight broken by the returning sons of Lord Elrond to Imladris.
Elladan glanced over his shoulder to his twin brother and breathed an almost silent sigh. Almost. Elrohir looked up and stared into Elladan's eyes questionably and the older twin smiled.
"Are you alright?"
Elrohir gave a brief nod then turned his gaze back down. Elladan looked downheartedly at his twin for a moment more before turning around.
Even after a year Elrohir still had not said a word, not a single one.
Elladan knew the reason was due to some sort of horrific trauma, but what it was he had no clue. The older twin also felt partly to blame for it.
In a brief moment of releasing his built up anger he had paid the price with his own injuries and both his brother's. If only he had had better control of his emotions he would've not been beaten and he would've been there to protect Elrohir and Estel through out the whole ordeal.
How he wished he could've taken Elrohir's and Estel's places.
Elladan sighed heavily once more and shifted his sight straight-ahead to the trees.
Earlier in the day the twins had gone hunting, though Elladan had really just wanted to spend some time with Elrohir alone so he had proposed the hunting trip. The younger twin hadn't seemed to want to go, but had followed anyway.
Elladan had mixed feelings about the reaction of his twin.
On the one hand he knew Elrohir was still recovering from the aftermath of his encounter with the demon, but on the other hand Elladan felt that Elrohir was rejecting him and maybe even blaming him for his suffering.
Whenever Elladan tried to comfort Elrohir with a hug, or a hand on his shoulder, or just touch him the younger twin would flinch, though he did that with anyone now, including his father. The sorrowful look that Elrohir would often give Elladan deeply scratched at his heart.
Over time Elladan had just become all the more confused and heavy-hearted; he didn't know what to think anymore.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He kept low to the ground, stalking the pair of elves in the trees in utter silence.
A year of bitter and intense training beaten into him was essential now if he was to complete the task he had been set to do.
It had to be perfect; everything had to be perfect.
All his movements, postures, actions; it all had to fall into play together or his task would fail. He was dealing with mortals, but with immortal beings sensitive to their surroundings and these two were no ordinary immortal beings.
Stealing a quick glance, he swept ahead of the elves, his footsteps not betraying him.
When he was as further ahead as he was happy with he stopped beside a rather large tree and slowly took the bow from his back and his other hand reached up to take an arrow from his quiver.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elrohir's head shifted to an upward gaze.
An uneasy and weary feeling feel like mist upon him and he looked around slowly, but he saw nothing.
He tried to shrug off the feeling, but it would not leave him.
Elladan glanced behind his shoulder and looked at his faltering twin with a questionable eyebrow.
"Elrohir? Are you sure you're alright?"
Elrohir gave a small nod and sigh quietly, glancing back down at the dirty ground. Elladan looked at him with sad eyes then also turned his gaze away.
Elladan's breathing began to hitch slightly as he bit his bottom lip, attempting to starve off ever-frequent tears springing to his eyes.
It was not often that Elladan cried. He had always liked to stay strong for his family and friends, but there were sometimes when he just could not help himself.
Seeing his twin like this, for an entire year, had eaten away at him and he had often sought solitude to express his emotions with no eyes looking down at him or thinking less of him.
Elrohir halted his horse next to Elladan's and watched his twin with a confused look. When Elladan had regained control he smiled weakly at Elrohir.
"You go ahead Elrohir, I will follow in a moment."
With a mixed expression on his face, Elrohir nodded and spurred his horse into the same slow walk it had been in before.
Elladan watched him lead ahead with an anguished haze in his eyes and whispered a few elvish words to his own horse and the beast snorted and followed after its companion.
~ The arrow found the bowstring as tense fingers notched it in place and pulled it back ~
Elrohir's head darted up again.
The feeling of unease was growing every second inside him and panic started welling up within him.
He made his horse turn so he could get a better look around, while Elladan raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Elrohir?"
~ Further and further the arrow was pulled back as the strain on the bowstring increased ~
Elrohir's head kept snapped to a different direction, trying to figure out what he was feeling a why.
Everything around him seemed to scream danger and Elladan was beginning to feel it too.
The twins now noticed that the air was quietly, too quiet.
"Come on Elrohir. The faster we leave this place the faster we will reach home. Let's go."
~ In a split second the position of his aim altered an inch and the arrow flew from the darkness, its path deadly and true ~
Elladan grunted in a sudden and sharp pain and his horse shrieked in fear, rearing up in panic.
Elrohir spun around and watched with horror filled eyes as his brother tumbled off his horse and hit the wet ground with a sickening thud and didn't move.
~ Cursing under his breath he fled into the inky darkness ~
Elrohir sat on his own horse frozen in shock.
He was completely stunned and unable to take in what he had seen.
Then his eyes saw a thick red substance spread across a puddle his brother lay in bold ribbons of death.
Tears began spilling from the younger twin's eyes and his breathing was sharp and erratic, his heart was beating just as furiously.
He then swallowed hard and started moving his mouth in an attempt to find words. He was obviously struggling to speak, for he had not done so in a year.
But then the impact of what he had just witnessed and what he saw seeing now struck his body like a brutal wave of terror. His emotions and instincts took over.
The silence of the night was shattered by an unearthly scream.
"ELLADAN!!!!!!"
The younger elf rushed to his older sibling's side and gently turned him over on to his back.
His eyes then fell upon the black shaft protruding from Elladan's chest, just under the position of his heart. Blood was flowing from the wound and darkening the elf's tunic.
Elrohir noticed how Elladan's face was fast draining of colour and he quickly but carefully picked up his twin brother.
He then sat Elladan up on the horse still holding his back with one hand so he didn't fall back and then pulled himself up behind his brother and then eased him up against his chest.
Urging his horse on into a desperate run, Elrohir wrapped an arm securely around Elladan's waist, wincing as he felt the trickles of his brother's blood flow across his hand.
Over and over he spoke Elladan's name in a whisper as shock flooded his body and sent him tumbling in a whirl of confusion and fear.
"Elladan…Elladan…Elladan!"
Each time he spoke Elladan's name it was more forced, more choked and more frantic.
As the two elves and horse disappeared from view, a dark figure watched in angry and frustrated silence. Slowly turning and walking into the pitch black of night, he vowed that next time he would not miss.
TBC…