Guess I lost many of you people. -_- I hate getting sick, it's cursed, and
I was hoping for your responses to that. Well, I should hurry to finish
this so I can move on in case no one returns.
Disclaimer I do not own Tolkien's work.
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Orophin walked up the stairs, he to accidentally stepping into the river. Something felt off, it was just to quiet, but he dismissed it. Blaming it all on the child now residing in their house. A few more steps up, he noticed young Astal still clinging to the stair case. Pale in shock, staring off into space.
'Haldir!' Orophin called out; No response. 'Haldir!'
Thunder rumbled, the rain now turning into a storm. Storms that rarely crossed this land. Rivendell experienced more storms, some violent some calm.
'Astal where is Haldir?' Orophin asked, not expecting to get a response.
'Orophin what's going on?' Rúmil asked walking up.
'I don't know, I found Astal here, Haldir is not responding to his name.' Orophin fussed.
Rúmil grabbed Astal and pulled her from the stair case. Holding her tight in his arms.
'Lets check around upstairs.' Rúmil ordered.
Thunder cracked loud, scared Astal screamed at the top of her lungs. With barely a cringe, Rúmil hugged her tighter, praying Haldir was home. He to felt something amiss in Lórien.
~@~
Thunder crashed, Haldir felt rain pelt his body as he was dragged towards the southern borders of Lórien. His captors, the diplomats, knew that the northern borders were more protected, leaving them in privacy in the South.
Haldir felt his body drop into the mud. The deluge began to flood the valley. Coughing Haldir pulled his head out of the mud, rolling over. His hands ached from where they were bound tightly. Angrily he glared at the diplomats.
'Such an unbecoming look for an elf.' The dominate diplomat sneered. 'You should know you deserved what you are getting. I cannot trust Lord Celeborn to hand out a just punishment, so we shall.'
Haldir herd a wet rope slap against a branch, then the hiss as it got pulled down. Something wished him to fear, but he resisted. He would show these Mirkwood diplomats what Lórien elves were made of.
The quiet, less dominate of the two, held a noose and stared at Haldir. His usually compliant face, hardened to something new, something evil. IN a few quick strides he stood face to face with Haldir. Before Haldir could draw back he felt the noose around his neck, tightening with every movement.
'Stand up elf.' The less dominate orders.
Haldir just stared at the elf, not caring what the orders were. Lightning flashed, and thunder laughed.
'I said get up!' The elf screamed, yanking the rope hard.
Gagging, Haldir half stood on his own, half was pulled up. Lightning flashed, a hand slapped across his face.
'You will stand for your punishment, or hang for it elf.' The dominate one yelled.
~@~
Just returning from Celeborn's place, Rúmil jogged up the stairs to his home. Orophin didn't need to ask if Haldir was there, because it was clear that he was not. The expression on Rúmil's face told everything.
'Astal please, if you know anything were your dad is, tell us.' Orophin pleaded.
Astal sniffled and rubbed her eyes, 'No! If I tell they will kill father.'
Grabbing Astal by the shoulders, Orophin lightly shook her. Astal opened her eyes wide, staring at Orophin scared. Rúmil watched on, trusting Orophin's judgment.
'Who?' Orophin asked again. 'Or your father will die Astal. I know you don't want that to happen do you.'
'No.' Astal whispered.
'Good, now where is he Astal?'
'The new people took him.' Astal hiccuped beginning to cry again. 'They hit daddy in the head, and they - hiccup - said they kill him if I tell.'
'The new people?' Orophin asked quietly.
'The diplomats!' Rúmil nearly shouted slapping the door way as he ran out.
Orophin glanced at Rúmil tight faced, then looked back at Astal, still held tightly in his hands. Lightly he touched her face, wiping away a tear that fell down.
'Astal stay here, we'll bring back your father I swear.' Orophin comforted.
Astal sucked on her thumb, in need of a hug, as her uncles ran out of the house. She remained quiet as thunder crashed. Whimpering she crawled under the low bed.
~@~
A thin switch stung the back of Haldir's leg. Gritting his teeth, Haldir remained standing. Much of his blood mingled in with the rain in crimson ties. Dignity remained the only thing holding him up from collapsing towards the ground.
'I think he had enough.' The less dominate of the two said, lowering the switch.
Lighting flashed as the dominate diplomat looked over Haldir, it was true that they had caused more damage then the Orcs had caused to them. Sighing the dominate one nodded.
'Lets get back before they know it's us that did this.' The dominate diplomat paused to glare at Haldir. 'I'm sure he won't tell on us.'
The more dominate diplomat walked over to Haldir and touched his bare bruised and bloody chest. Haldir remained stoic, the pain hidden behind years of experience. Then with a laugh mingled with thunder, he walked off, followed by the less dominate.
But before they left the dominate one picked up a large stone. Tossing it in his hands a few times contemplating something.
'And Haldir.'
Haldir looked up at the dominate diplomat, lightning flashed blinding him from seeing what the diplomat did, but the pain exploding in his head told him. With a sorry whispered to Astal, Haldir collapses.
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Okay this authors pent up frustrations are out. *takes a deep cleansing breath* Reviews, comments, curses? All welcome. I'll even explain why I did what I did if someone asks.
Disclaimer I do not own Tolkien's work.
~
Orophin walked up the stairs, he to accidentally stepping into the river. Something felt off, it was just to quiet, but he dismissed it. Blaming it all on the child now residing in their house. A few more steps up, he noticed young Astal still clinging to the stair case. Pale in shock, staring off into space.
'Haldir!' Orophin called out; No response. 'Haldir!'
Thunder rumbled, the rain now turning into a storm. Storms that rarely crossed this land. Rivendell experienced more storms, some violent some calm.
'Astal where is Haldir?' Orophin asked, not expecting to get a response.
'Orophin what's going on?' Rúmil asked walking up.
'I don't know, I found Astal here, Haldir is not responding to his name.' Orophin fussed.
Rúmil grabbed Astal and pulled her from the stair case. Holding her tight in his arms.
'Lets check around upstairs.' Rúmil ordered.
Thunder cracked loud, scared Astal screamed at the top of her lungs. With barely a cringe, Rúmil hugged her tighter, praying Haldir was home. He to felt something amiss in Lórien.
~@~
Thunder crashed, Haldir felt rain pelt his body as he was dragged towards the southern borders of Lórien. His captors, the diplomats, knew that the northern borders were more protected, leaving them in privacy in the South.
Haldir felt his body drop into the mud. The deluge began to flood the valley. Coughing Haldir pulled his head out of the mud, rolling over. His hands ached from where they were bound tightly. Angrily he glared at the diplomats.
'Such an unbecoming look for an elf.' The dominate diplomat sneered. 'You should know you deserved what you are getting. I cannot trust Lord Celeborn to hand out a just punishment, so we shall.'
Haldir herd a wet rope slap against a branch, then the hiss as it got pulled down. Something wished him to fear, but he resisted. He would show these Mirkwood diplomats what Lórien elves were made of.
The quiet, less dominate of the two, held a noose and stared at Haldir. His usually compliant face, hardened to something new, something evil. IN a few quick strides he stood face to face with Haldir. Before Haldir could draw back he felt the noose around his neck, tightening with every movement.
'Stand up elf.' The less dominate orders.
Haldir just stared at the elf, not caring what the orders were. Lightning flashed, and thunder laughed.
'I said get up!' The elf screamed, yanking the rope hard.
Gagging, Haldir half stood on his own, half was pulled up. Lightning flashed, a hand slapped across his face.
'You will stand for your punishment, or hang for it elf.' The dominate one yelled.
~@~
Just returning from Celeborn's place, Rúmil jogged up the stairs to his home. Orophin didn't need to ask if Haldir was there, because it was clear that he was not. The expression on Rúmil's face told everything.
'Astal please, if you know anything were your dad is, tell us.' Orophin pleaded.
Astal sniffled and rubbed her eyes, 'No! If I tell they will kill father.'
Grabbing Astal by the shoulders, Orophin lightly shook her. Astal opened her eyes wide, staring at Orophin scared. Rúmil watched on, trusting Orophin's judgment.
'Who?' Orophin asked again. 'Or your father will die Astal. I know you don't want that to happen do you.'
'No.' Astal whispered.
'Good, now where is he Astal?'
'The new people took him.' Astal hiccuped beginning to cry again. 'They hit daddy in the head, and they - hiccup - said they kill him if I tell.'
'The new people?' Orophin asked quietly.
'The diplomats!' Rúmil nearly shouted slapping the door way as he ran out.
Orophin glanced at Rúmil tight faced, then looked back at Astal, still held tightly in his hands. Lightly he touched her face, wiping away a tear that fell down.
'Astal stay here, we'll bring back your father I swear.' Orophin comforted.
Astal sucked on her thumb, in need of a hug, as her uncles ran out of the house. She remained quiet as thunder crashed. Whimpering she crawled under the low bed.
~@~
A thin switch stung the back of Haldir's leg. Gritting his teeth, Haldir remained standing. Much of his blood mingled in with the rain in crimson ties. Dignity remained the only thing holding him up from collapsing towards the ground.
'I think he had enough.' The less dominate of the two said, lowering the switch.
Lighting flashed as the dominate diplomat looked over Haldir, it was true that they had caused more damage then the Orcs had caused to them. Sighing the dominate one nodded.
'Lets get back before they know it's us that did this.' The dominate diplomat paused to glare at Haldir. 'I'm sure he won't tell on us.'
The more dominate diplomat walked over to Haldir and touched his bare bruised and bloody chest. Haldir remained stoic, the pain hidden behind years of experience. Then with a laugh mingled with thunder, he walked off, followed by the less dominate.
But before they left the dominate one picked up a large stone. Tossing it in his hands a few times contemplating something.
'And Haldir.'
Haldir looked up at the dominate diplomat, lightning flashed blinding him from seeing what the diplomat did, but the pain exploding in his head told him. With a sorry whispered to Astal, Haldir collapses.
~@~@~@~
Okay this authors pent up frustrations are out. *takes a deep cleansing breath* Reviews, comments, curses? All welcome. I'll even explain why I did what I did if someone asks.