The characters belong to Tolkien, I want to own Glorfindel though! Does that count? ;) Okay, for those of you that don't know about Figwit, he is the Elf sitting on Aragorn's right side in the Council scene. He does not exists in the book as far as we know. So I just learned of him a while ago, and I figure he needs a past in some way. So here it is! We don't know if he can speak or not, so I played with that a bit, as well as give him a little bit of a decent Elf name. Enjoy!
Glorfindel finds an elf child in the woods, and introduces him to Elrond. The story of Ionodîn, otherwise known as Figwit.
Son of Silence
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The Elf Lord Glorfindel glided through the shadows of the forest. His slender hand was upon his bow, drawing back upon the string where his long shafted arrow was strung. His senses were stretched out, and his mind was focused on the hunt. He knew his fellow hunters were near, but he could not sense their prey. Orcs had been near there, they knew that. But their dark presence seemed old now among the trees.
A putrid smell came to his nose as he moved deeper into the woods. He knew that smell well; the smell of rotting flesh had been normal in his days of battle. But now it turned his stomach as he went forward. Then the sound of something moving nearby came to his ears, and he moved a bit faster.
He came upon a clearing, and found the cause of the smell. A sad look came to his face as he looked upon the broken bodies of two elves, a man and a woman. Orcs had been there, that was for certain. He would have to make sure they got a decent burial. But what had moved?
He looked around, thinking that danger was near, but he could not sense it. He heard the noise again, and moved quickly toward it. He moved aside a bit of brush and found, to his surprise, a small elven child. The child looked half starved, and his dark hair covered his little face as he shivered violently.
"Its all right, little one, I am not going to hurt you," he soothed as he bent down and touched the child's shoulder.
The little face turned to him; the boy's mouth was opened in a silent scream, for no noise would come.
"Its all right," Glorfindel repeated.
The boy shut his mouth and looked at him curiously. Glorfindel took a good look at his face, and was troubled to see that it was blood covered, and that it looked that his ears had bled.
"Can you hear me? Can you speak?" he asked.
The boy blinked at him, and looked confused.
"I suppose not," he sighed, and used his hands to motion what he was saying.
The boy understood him, and shook his head weakly.
"I thought so. I think I should get you to my Lord and away from this foul place," he murmured, and reached out to the boy, while pointing toward Rivendell.
The boy frowned slightly, but nodded. He allowed Glorfindel to pick him up.
"It'll be all right, little one," Glorfindel soothed as he started out of the clearing.
He was glad to be out of the sense of death when he spotted on of his fellow hunters.
"Elladan!" he called.
The young dark haired Elf jumped down from the trees.
"Yes, Glorfindel? Where did you find the little one?" Elladan asked.
"Back there. Orcs struck here, and seemingly killed both his parents. See that they are decently buried. I must get him to your Father quickly," Glorfindel said.
"I understand. Elrohir!" Elladan called.
"I have heard, we shall do so then return as well," Elrohir said as he appeared from the trees as well.
"Very well," Glorfindel said, then quickly called his horse, quickly got upon him, and rode off toward Rivendell.
Glorfindel finds an elf child in the woods, and introduces him to Elrond. The story of Ionodîn, otherwise known as Figwit.
Son of Silence
.
The Elf Lord Glorfindel glided through the shadows of the forest. His slender hand was upon his bow, drawing back upon the string where his long shafted arrow was strung. His senses were stretched out, and his mind was focused on the hunt. He knew his fellow hunters were near, but he could not sense their prey. Orcs had been near there, they knew that. But their dark presence seemed old now among the trees.
A putrid smell came to his nose as he moved deeper into the woods. He knew that smell well; the smell of rotting flesh had been normal in his days of battle. But now it turned his stomach as he went forward. Then the sound of something moving nearby came to his ears, and he moved a bit faster.
He came upon a clearing, and found the cause of the smell. A sad look came to his face as he looked upon the broken bodies of two elves, a man and a woman. Orcs had been there, that was for certain. He would have to make sure they got a decent burial. But what had moved?
He looked around, thinking that danger was near, but he could not sense it. He heard the noise again, and moved quickly toward it. He moved aside a bit of brush and found, to his surprise, a small elven child. The child looked half starved, and his dark hair covered his little face as he shivered violently.
"Its all right, little one, I am not going to hurt you," he soothed as he bent down and touched the child's shoulder.
The little face turned to him; the boy's mouth was opened in a silent scream, for no noise would come.
"Its all right," Glorfindel repeated.
The boy shut his mouth and looked at him curiously. Glorfindel took a good look at his face, and was troubled to see that it was blood covered, and that it looked that his ears had bled.
"Can you hear me? Can you speak?" he asked.
The boy blinked at him, and looked confused.
"I suppose not," he sighed, and used his hands to motion what he was saying.
The boy understood him, and shook his head weakly.
"I thought so. I think I should get you to my Lord and away from this foul place," he murmured, and reached out to the boy, while pointing toward Rivendell.
The boy frowned slightly, but nodded. He allowed Glorfindel to pick him up.
"It'll be all right, little one," Glorfindel soothed as he started out of the clearing.
He was glad to be out of the sense of death when he spotted on of his fellow hunters.
"Elladan!" he called.
The young dark haired Elf jumped down from the trees.
"Yes, Glorfindel? Where did you find the little one?" Elladan asked.
"Back there. Orcs struck here, and seemingly killed both his parents. See that they are decently buried. I must get him to your Father quickly," Glorfindel said.
"I understand. Elrohir!" Elladan called.
"I have heard, we shall do so then return as well," Elrohir said as he appeared from the trees as well.
"Very well," Glorfindel said, then quickly called his horse, quickly got upon him, and rode off toward Rivendell.