I keep forgetting to say this is AU. It is after the War of the Ring. The remaining followers of Sauron are still around.
Forgive the mistakes on my Elvish. Still learning Sindarin.
Thanks for all the comments!
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Night had settled, and Elrond's head was fiercely aching. Drowsiness was lingering over him, and sleep beckoned with warm arms. But he knew he could not sleep, though he desired it, he knew he must watch Glorfindel. So thus he forced himself to stay awake, watching as the other elf breathed the cold air, and with his breath came the sound of wheezing, and the smell of blood. Time was stealing the strength from him, and Elrond could feel death within the air, hovering, waiting to clam the one who had escaped it many times before. He would lose him, and though everything in him fought that thought, he knew that his best friend was going to die.
"The stars are beautiful tonight," Glorfindel whispered, and Elrond struggled to hear his words.
"So they are. Are you still cold?" Elrond asked softly.
"I do not fe...feel it..it now. I see yo..your Father sails this..is ni...ght," Glorfindel said, turning the subject away from him.
Elrond gazed up, "He does. But tis, he sails every night," he sighed softly.
"He...w..was a charming boy when I knew him. He had a love for the sea," Glorfindel said, and his glazed eyes shimmered.
Elrond caught the ringing, steady tone that Glorfindel now held. Glorfindel always had a strong, beautiful voice, but nothing like this. This was power, strength, and beauty beyond imagine mixed into one. He turned his gray gaze to his friend, and his soul shivered with fear.
"I fear I sh..all not b..be with,,th..ee much longer, nîn hîr," Glorfindel whispered.
"Hold on, please, nîn mell meldir," Elrond pleaded.
"Nîn lû teli, neth min," Glorfindel breathed, his breathing turning to gasps.
"No one had called me that since Gi-galad perished," Elrond said softly, a brief smile flittering across his pale lips, only to be replaced by a stubborn frown.
He moved to sit close to his friend's side, and laid his hands gently on the twisted metal surrounding the wound. The metal bit into his hands, but he did not let it distract him as he connected to the power within him. His hands began to glow as the healing power began to surge within him. Glorfindel gasped weakly, and Elrond felt that he was losing.
"Mandos' ennyn edra," Glorfindel whispered, "Namaarie."
The bright soul flared under Elrond's hands, and started to depart from a flesh that was no longer capable of holding such wonder. Elrond struggled to hold onto that essence, to keep it in its broken form. But the soul let go of the flesh, and with a gentle touch to Elrond's cheek, disappeared into the brightness of the stars. And light and love filled Elrond's pained soul for a brief moment at the being's touch. Then darkness closed around them, and Elrond collapsed beside the cooling body of his now departed friend, his energy spent. Tears flowed from his pained gray eyes, and he wept silently, bitterly upon that battlefield.
"I elenath aphad thee, alfirin malthen callon, o sen fair ardhon. Awartha ha an I athan. Namaarie," Elrond whispered, and darkness took him.
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"Elladan!" the shout rang up.
Elladan turned, to see his brother standing near a pit. He felt the fear and pain from his twin, and feared the worse and he hurried over. As he reached his twin's side, he looked down into the dark pit, and his stomach turned within him in fear and grief. With silent consent, the two worked their way down into it, and arrived at the side of their father and friend. Elladan knelt down and touched his Father's neck gently. A brief smile of relief came to his fair face.
"He is alive. We need to get him out of here," Elladan said, and then got up and went to Glorfindel's side.
He knelt and again checked for life. A sad look entered his eyes as he reached over and gently closed those blank green eyes. Elrohir looked on silently, tears at the edges of his eyes.
"We must get Father to safety, and bear Glorfindel's body from this place," Elladan said, and gently lifted his Father from the mud.
Elrohir climbed to the top of the pit, and leaned over it to lift his Father from Elladan's arms. He lay Elrond down nearby, and then went back to lift Glorfindel's body from the pit. Elladan climbed out of the pit, and took the body from his brother, for he saw the grief burning brightly within Elrohir.
"I shall bear him, you are quicker. Carry Father back to camp so that he may have the attention he needs," Elladan ordered softly.
Elrohir nodded, and lifted his Father up. They then hurried toward their camp across the battle flied.
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nîn hîr= my lord
nîn mell meldir= my dear friend
Nîn lû teli, neth min= my time comes, young one
I elenath aphad thee, alfirin malthen callon, o sen fair ardhon. Awartha ha an I athan. Namaarie,= The stars follow you, immortal golden hero, from this mortal world. Abandon it for the beyond. Farewell.
Forgive the mistakes on my Elvish. Still learning Sindarin.
Thanks for all the comments!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Night had settled, and Elrond's head was fiercely aching. Drowsiness was lingering over him, and sleep beckoned with warm arms. But he knew he could not sleep, though he desired it, he knew he must watch Glorfindel. So thus he forced himself to stay awake, watching as the other elf breathed the cold air, and with his breath came the sound of wheezing, and the smell of blood. Time was stealing the strength from him, and Elrond could feel death within the air, hovering, waiting to clam the one who had escaped it many times before. He would lose him, and though everything in him fought that thought, he knew that his best friend was going to die.
"The stars are beautiful tonight," Glorfindel whispered, and Elrond struggled to hear his words.
"So they are. Are you still cold?" Elrond asked softly.
"I do not fe...feel it..it now. I see yo..your Father sails this..is ni...ght," Glorfindel said, turning the subject away from him.
Elrond gazed up, "He does. But tis, he sails every night," he sighed softly.
"He...w..was a charming boy when I knew him. He had a love for the sea," Glorfindel said, and his glazed eyes shimmered.
Elrond caught the ringing, steady tone that Glorfindel now held. Glorfindel always had a strong, beautiful voice, but nothing like this. This was power, strength, and beauty beyond imagine mixed into one. He turned his gray gaze to his friend, and his soul shivered with fear.
"I fear I sh..all not b..be with,,th..ee much longer, nîn hîr," Glorfindel whispered.
"Hold on, please, nîn mell meldir," Elrond pleaded.
"Nîn lû teli, neth min," Glorfindel breathed, his breathing turning to gasps.
"No one had called me that since Gi-galad perished," Elrond said softly, a brief smile flittering across his pale lips, only to be replaced by a stubborn frown.
He moved to sit close to his friend's side, and laid his hands gently on the twisted metal surrounding the wound. The metal bit into his hands, but he did not let it distract him as he connected to the power within him. His hands began to glow as the healing power began to surge within him. Glorfindel gasped weakly, and Elrond felt that he was losing.
"Mandos' ennyn edra," Glorfindel whispered, "Namaarie."
The bright soul flared under Elrond's hands, and started to depart from a flesh that was no longer capable of holding such wonder. Elrond struggled to hold onto that essence, to keep it in its broken form. But the soul let go of the flesh, and with a gentle touch to Elrond's cheek, disappeared into the brightness of the stars. And light and love filled Elrond's pained soul for a brief moment at the being's touch. Then darkness closed around them, and Elrond collapsed beside the cooling body of his now departed friend, his energy spent. Tears flowed from his pained gray eyes, and he wept silently, bitterly upon that battlefield.
"I elenath aphad thee, alfirin malthen callon, o sen fair ardhon. Awartha ha an I athan. Namaarie," Elrond whispered, and darkness took him.
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"Elladan!" the shout rang up.
Elladan turned, to see his brother standing near a pit. He felt the fear and pain from his twin, and feared the worse and he hurried over. As he reached his twin's side, he looked down into the dark pit, and his stomach turned within him in fear and grief. With silent consent, the two worked their way down into it, and arrived at the side of their father and friend. Elladan knelt down and touched his Father's neck gently. A brief smile of relief came to his fair face.
"He is alive. We need to get him out of here," Elladan said, and then got up and went to Glorfindel's side.
He knelt and again checked for life. A sad look entered his eyes as he reached over and gently closed those blank green eyes. Elrohir looked on silently, tears at the edges of his eyes.
"We must get Father to safety, and bear Glorfindel's body from this place," Elladan said, and gently lifted his Father from the mud.
Elrohir climbed to the top of the pit, and leaned over it to lift his Father from Elladan's arms. He lay Elrond down nearby, and then went back to lift Glorfindel's body from the pit. Elladan climbed out of the pit, and took the body from his brother, for he saw the grief burning brightly within Elrohir.
"I shall bear him, you are quicker. Carry Father back to camp so that he may have the attention he needs," Elladan ordered softly.
Elrohir nodded, and lifted his Father up. They then hurried toward their camp across the battle flied.
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nîn hîr= my lord
nîn mell meldir= my dear friend
Nîn lû teli, neth min= my time comes, young one
I elenath aphad thee, alfirin malthen callon, o sen fair ardhon. Awartha ha an I athan. Namaarie,= The stars follow you, immortal golden hero, from this mortal world. Abandon it for the beyond. Farewell.