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 6-Two Sides To The Broken Coin
A pair of elven eyes snapped open and a body hurtled itself to the side.
The arrow hit the empty pillow.
Aragorn spun his head and his eyes fixed on to those of the Elven Lord of Rivendell.
'He knew…' the man thought, gripping the bow within his hand tightly.
Indeed, Elrond had known that his young human son had entered the room. It was his footfalls that had betrayed the man. No matter how quiet they were, the elf lord could easily recognise those of Aragorn's.
Now he was standing opposite his foster son, staring at him with not a harsh gaze, but that of a concerned one.
He could see in the man's eyes that he was not himself and some sort of deadly struggling was battling inside of him.
He had first become aware of it when Legolas had returned with the wounded man. Just before he fell into the inflamed fit, the elf lord had heard the piercing scream of his son inside his mind.
The cry had been intense and had been one of furious denial intertwined with a desperate plea for help.
Elrond took a step towards Aragorn; the human took a step back. He had no arrows left in his quiver and no other weapon to use.
Fear was rapidly filling the young human's eyes as he took another hasty step back, almost overbalancing and falling over.
Elrond could see it, but he could not understand why Aragorn was showing the fearful signs towards him.
"Estel…I wish to help you my son." He spoke softly in elvish. "You need not fear me."
Aragorn felt his back bump lightly against the wall having backed up into it. He stared into his foster father's eyes and heard his words, but he was seeing and hearing something else.
Then like lightening, a familiar face seemed to jump up right at him, hissing his name in a shallow shriek.
Aragorn screeched in sheer terror and he down pushing his body as far as he could against the wall, bringing his arms up against his face in a futile attempt to hide.
The elf lord had stepped back stunned when Aragorn had cried out and cowered away against the wall.
It wasn't just the cry that had startled Elrond; it was Aragorn's fear induced actions that he was most concerned with.
He had seen something similar to this long ago and he had prayed to the valar he would never have to see it again, but never dreamed he would see it from his human son.
Aragorn was acting in a similar way to Elrohir had done when he had first awakened back in Rivendell, and he was acting in a similar manner that someone else had done.
Elrond's breath caught in his throat as he kneeled down in front of his terrified son.
He knew what had happened to him.
The human jumped when he felt a pair of slender hands gently grip his shoulders. He was about to cry out again, when he heard someone whispering to him in elvish.
"My son, it is alright." Elrond whispered softly to him. "I am here now. I will not let anyone or anything hurt you anymore."
Aragorn tentatively peered up at the elf lord and searched his eyes trying to determine if he was telling the truth. His eyes then widened a little in slowly recognition.
"F-F-Father?"
A small smile tugged at Elrond's lips and he embraced his human son, pulling him close up against his chest, wrapping one hand on the man's head and the other on his back.
"Yes, it is I Estel. It will be all right now. You will not be hurt anymore my son."
Just as Aragorn began to relax in the elf lord's clasp, the loud noise of footfalls came assailing down the hallway and Legolas, Elladan and Elrorhir burst into the room.
Aragorn yelled in fright and buried his face against Elrond's chest, trying to shy away from the newcomers. It was as if he were a small child again.
Elrond gave his twin sons and the elf prince a look that told them to let him handle the situation.
"Estel, it is okay." He spoke in elvish once more. "Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas will not hurt you, you know that."
Aragorn turned his head to look at the three elves and they looked back, stunned at the scene they had just stumbled upon.
The man had not long ago tried to kill them again, now he was visibly shaking in the elf lord's grasp like a frightened young child. They couldn't understand.
"Elrohir, come here." Elrond said quietly.
The younger twin obliged his father and walked to him, kneeling down next to him.
"Yes ada?"
Elrond then drew one hand around Elrohir shoulders, leading the younger elf's head to rest on his shoulder.
"I am sorry Elrohir." He said in a whisper. "I am sorry to you and Estel."
Elrohir swallowed hard and blinked, only nodding in response.
He knew that his father knew the truth.
"Sorry for what ada?" Elladan asked.
Legolas then breathed in sharply, suppressing a gasp and Elladan too had to do the same.
Slowly creeping down the fair face of the elven lord of Imladris was a small, silver tear.
"I am sorry." He whispered again.
"F-Father…you…you are…crying…" Elladan whispered, completely and utterly stunned.
"Lord Elrond…" Legolas whispered.
The last time Elladan had seen his father cry was when his and Elrohir's mother, Celebrian, had left for the Grey Havens all those years ago.
Legolas hadn't seen the elf lord cry at all. Like any other living being on Middle Earth he knew he was perfectly capable of crying, but Legolas had never thought he would actually see it.
"No father." Elladan said, walking briskly over and using one of his fingers to wipe the tear from his father's face. "No…do not cry…please."
Elrohir leaned upward and softly kissed his father's forehead, then placing his head back on his shoulder attempting to blink away his own tears.
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"I cannot Elladan." Lord Elrond said calmly. "Estel and Elrohir will tell you in their own time when they are ready."
Elladan sighed in frustration but it was quickly vanquished when a hand rested on his shoulder.
"Just give them both some time Elladan." Legolas said.
Elladan smiled weakly and nodded.
His attention was diverted when he saw a pale and semi-afraid looking Aragorn slowly walking into the Hall of Fire.
Legolas smiled at his friend and walked over to him, placing a supporting hand on his shoulder. Aragorn flinched ever so slightly, but gave the elf prince a very weak smile.
"Come my son." Elrond gestured for Aragorn to sit down at the table were dinner was being brought out. "Elladan will you find Elrohir please?"
"Of course father." Elladan replied, walking out and heading for his twin brother's chambers.
Legolas walked to the table and sat down next to Aragorn.
Aragorn ate little of the food, though that was hardly surprising.
He was in a deep shock and seemed to exist in limbo, neither the light nor dark parts of him in control and the shock was the cause of it.
Elrond watched Aragorn stare at the food on his plate with an empty gaze.
"Perhaps Estel, you would do well to take some rest." He said.
Aragorn merely nodded and got up from the table, slowly walking out and back to his room.
Legolas looked after the human and, after excusing himself, followed him to his room. He gently tapped on the door then looked inside.
He saw his human friend sitting on his bed, staring out the window, legs up against his chest with his head resting on his knees. Legolas quietly shut the door behind him and walked over to the man.
"Strider?"
Legolas then noticed the trails of liquid pearls streaking down his pale cheeks and the man began to murmur, "My fault…it was my fault…my fault…"
"Oh Estel." Legolas whispered, sitting down on the bed next to the man, placing a hand on his shoulder. "No it's not. None of this is your fault Aragorn.."
Aragorn suddenly turned, burying his face in Legolas' chest as he had done to Elrond earlier. Legolas was a little stunned, but slowly wrapped his arms around Aragorn's shoulders, embracing him and soothing him.
"It will be alright Aragorn." Legolas said softly. "It was not your fault and you will overcome this. I will help you Aragorn, as will your father and brothers. We shall all help you. You will never be alone."
The more Legolas said the more tears that rolled down the man's face.
It would be a long road to recovery…but here was the start.
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 6-Two Sides To The Broken Coin
A pair of elven eyes snapped open and a body hurtled itself to the side.
The arrow hit the empty pillow.
Aragorn spun his head and his eyes fixed on to those of the Elven Lord of Rivendell.
'He knew…' the man thought, gripping the bow within his hand tightly.
Indeed, Elrond had known that his young human son had entered the room. It was his footfalls that had betrayed the man. No matter how quiet they were, the elf lord could easily recognise those of Aragorn's.
Now he was standing opposite his foster son, staring at him with not a harsh gaze, but that of a concerned one.
He could see in the man's eyes that he was not himself and some sort of deadly struggling was battling inside of him.
He had first become aware of it when Legolas had returned with the wounded man. Just before he fell into the inflamed fit, the elf lord had heard the piercing scream of his son inside his mind.
The cry had been intense and had been one of furious denial intertwined with a desperate plea for help.
Elrond took a step towards Aragorn; the human took a step back. He had no arrows left in his quiver and no other weapon to use.
Fear was rapidly filling the young human's eyes as he took another hasty step back, almost overbalancing and falling over.
Elrond could see it, but he could not understand why Aragorn was showing the fearful signs towards him.
"Estel…I wish to help you my son." He spoke softly in elvish. "You need not fear me."
Aragorn felt his back bump lightly against the wall having backed up into it. He stared into his foster father's eyes and heard his words, but he was seeing and hearing something else.
Then like lightening, a familiar face seemed to jump up right at him, hissing his name in a shallow shriek.
Aragorn screeched in sheer terror and he down pushing his body as far as he could against the wall, bringing his arms up against his face in a futile attempt to hide.
The elf lord had stepped back stunned when Aragorn had cried out and cowered away against the wall.
It wasn't just the cry that had startled Elrond; it was Aragorn's fear induced actions that he was most concerned with.
He had seen something similar to this long ago and he had prayed to the valar he would never have to see it again, but never dreamed he would see it from his human son.
Aragorn was acting in a similar way to Elrohir had done when he had first awakened back in Rivendell, and he was acting in a similar manner that someone else had done.
Elrond's breath caught in his throat as he kneeled down in front of his terrified son.
He knew what had happened to him.
The human jumped when he felt a pair of slender hands gently grip his shoulders. He was about to cry out again, when he heard someone whispering to him in elvish.
"My son, it is alright." Elrond whispered softly to him. "I am here now. I will not let anyone or anything hurt you anymore."
Aragorn tentatively peered up at the elf lord and searched his eyes trying to determine if he was telling the truth. His eyes then widened a little in slowly recognition.
"F-F-Father?"
A small smile tugged at Elrond's lips and he embraced his human son, pulling him close up against his chest, wrapping one hand on the man's head and the other on his back.
"Yes, it is I Estel. It will be all right now. You will not be hurt anymore my son."
Just as Aragorn began to relax in the elf lord's clasp, the loud noise of footfalls came assailing down the hallway and Legolas, Elladan and Elrorhir burst into the room.
Aragorn yelled in fright and buried his face against Elrond's chest, trying to shy away from the newcomers. It was as if he were a small child again.
Elrond gave his twin sons and the elf prince a look that told them to let him handle the situation.
"Estel, it is okay." He spoke in elvish once more. "Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas will not hurt you, you know that."
Aragorn turned his head to look at the three elves and they looked back, stunned at the scene they had just stumbled upon.
The man had not long ago tried to kill them again, now he was visibly shaking in the elf lord's grasp like a frightened young child. They couldn't understand.
"Elrohir, come here." Elrond said quietly.
The younger twin obliged his father and walked to him, kneeling down next to him.
"Yes ada?"
Elrond then drew one hand around Elrohir shoulders, leading the younger elf's head to rest on his shoulder.
"I am sorry Elrohir." He said in a whisper. "I am sorry to you and Estel."
Elrohir swallowed hard and blinked, only nodding in response.
He knew that his father knew the truth.
"Sorry for what ada?" Elladan asked.
Legolas then breathed in sharply, suppressing a gasp and Elladan too had to do the same.
Slowly creeping down the fair face of the elven lord of Imladris was a small, silver tear.
"I am sorry." He whispered again.
"F-Father…you…you are…crying…" Elladan whispered, completely and utterly stunned.
"Lord Elrond…" Legolas whispered.
The last time Elladan had seen his father cry was when his and Elrohir's mother, Celebrian, had left for the Grey Havens all those years ago.
Legolas hadn't seen the elf lord cry at all. Like any other living being on Middle Earth he knew he was perfectly capable of crying, but Legolas had never thought he would actually see it.
"No father." Elladan said, walking briskly over and using one of his fingers to wipe the tear from his father's face. "No…do not cry…please."
Elrohir leaned upward and softly kissed his father's forehead, then placing his head back on his shoulder attempting to blink away his own tears.
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"I cannot Elladan." Lord Elrond said calmly. "Estel and Elrohir will tell you in their own time when they are ready."
Elladan sighed in frustration but it was quickly vanquished when a hand rested on his shoulder.
"Just give them both some time Elladan." Legolas said.
Elladan smiled weakly and nodded.
His attention was diverted when he saw a pale and semi-afraid looking Aragorn slowly walking into the Hall of Fire.
Legolas smiled at his friend and walked over to him, placing a supporting hand on his shoulder. Aragorn flinched ever so slightly, but gave the elf prince a very weak smile.
"Come my son." Elrond gestured for Aragorn to sit down at the table were dinner was being brought out. "Elladan will you find Elrohir please?"
"Of course father." Elladan replied, walking out and heading for his twin brother's chambers.
Legolas walked to the table and sat down next to Aragorn.
Aragorn ate little of the food, though that was hardly surprising.
He was in a deep shock and seemed to exist in limbo, neither the light nor dark parts of him in control and the shock was the cause of it.
Elrond watched Aragorn stare at the food on his plate with an empty gaze.
"Perhaps Estel, you would do well to take some rest." He said.
Aragorn merely nodded and got up from the table, slowly walking out and back to his room.
Legolas looked after the human and, after excusing himself, followed him to his room. He gently tapped on the door then looked inside.
He saw his human friend sitting on his bed, staring out the window, legs up against his chest with his head resting on his knees. Legolas quietly shut the door behind him and walked over to the man.
"Strider?"
Legolas then noticed the trails of liquid pearls streaking down his pale cheeks and the man began to murmur, "My fault…it was my fault…my fault…"
"Oh Estel." Legolas whispered, sitting down on the bed next to the man, placing a hand on his shoulder. "No it's not. None of this is your fault Aragorn.."
Aragorn suddenly turned, burying his face in Legolas' chest as he had done to Elrond earlier. Legolas was a little stunned, but slowly wrapped his arms around Aragorn's shoulders, embracing him and soothing him.
"It will be alright Aragorn." Legolas said softly. "It was not your fault and you will overcome this. I will help you Aragorn, as will your father and brothers. We shall all help you. You will never be alone."
The more Legolas said the more tears that rolled down the man's face.
It would be a long road to recovery…but here was the start.
TBC…