Peace.
Peace filled the valley of Imladris. Upon the land no stain lay; the birds sang merrily amidst the trees and the gentle waterfalls fell, filling the air with their music. The sun toyed with the horizon, as though it desired to linger for but a moment longer, to cast its ray into the darkening sky, turning it a myriad of dazzling colors. Beyond the mountains to the East flashed small points of light, the first stars of the evening.
Within the house nestled deep within the forests, relishing the beauty of the evening stood Elrond. His keen eyes watched the path leading through the trees with a worried look buried deep within their starlit grey depths. Some foreboding filled him, a dread that he could not yet give place to. His wife was to return from her stay in Lothlorien, land of her kin to the south, this night, and he awaited her arrival anxiously. Darkness still dwelt in the hidden places of the world; orcs roamed in the lands that lay between Rivendell and Caras Galdhon, and the journey was perilous.
The night wore on, and still there was no sign of their coming. Doubt filled him, though he tried to brush it aside as merely unfounded worry. Something seemed wrong, and as the hours slipped by, he was only filled with more fear. Still he stood there; the sun sank beneath the mountains, its light fading from view. The stars blazed out in glory above him, the shades of night deepening.
"Ada?" a quiet voice came from the stairway to his right. He turned slowly, a smile gracing his features.
"Yes, Aier?" he asked, embracing his only daughter lovingly. She looked up at him with unfathomable eyes, filled with understanding and knowledge. Many days she had walked the earth, and yet they seemed to pass her by unaffected. In the blossom of youth she appeared, her hair touched by no frost; her face showed no sign of her age, save her eyes alone. She had inherited the gift of foresight by her grandmother, Galadriel, and he could perceive the doubt behind her smile.
"Where is mother?" she asked softly, looked to the East.
"You feel it as well, Arwen?" he questioned.
She lowered her gaze to the railing, running her hand along its cold surface. "Yes, Ada." Her voice fell to little more then a whisper. "Something is wrong. I feel it. Darkness. shadow."
They stood there, side by side, waiting as the sense of dread grew. Suddenly a cloud seemed to pass in their minds that shadowed the bright lights that flickered from the house. They both gasped as fear and pain filled them, as though it were their own. Elrond started and nearly fell.
"Celebrian!"
He yelled the name as he felt a wave of grief hit him. Something had happened, far beyond the boundaries of his valley. A vision flashed before his eyes. Arrows chirped all around and he felt a searing pain in his side. A feminine scream rang through the air and he gazed upon fallen bodies, fallen elves. He knew them; they bore the symbols of his household. They were all dead.
He dropped to his knees, panting for breath as the scene released him. Tears fell freely down his face, his grey eyes filled with pain and grief. He could hear gentle sobs beside him and a tender voice calling him.
"Ada! Ada!"
He opened his eyes and found his daughter kneeling near to him, shaking him gently by the shoulder. He stood and hugged her tightly, her shoulders shaking with her tears. From behind him he heard soft footsteps. He turned to find his sons, Elrohir and Elladan, standing behind them, their silvery eyes flashing with wrath and fear.
"Ada!" cried Elrohir, running to his side, "what has happened? Something foul is afoot to the East; have you felt it as well?"
Elrond looked into their eyes and nodded slowly, "Your mother." he choked, then stopped. From somewhere he felt. called. Something was crying out to him beyond the distance of space and he closed his eyes, searching. His eyes darted open, shining with wrath. "We must leave, now!" Without any further word he stormed off into the house, a perilous flame shining in his flame.
Elrohir and Elladan exchanged a glance before rushing after their father. Elrond was in his study, along with Erestor, the chief of his council, and Glorfindel, the head of his guard, his normally composed voice filled with anger and determination.
"Glorfindel!" he ordered, "assemble a company to ride East. Something terrible has befallen the escort of Lady Celebrian, we must leave now."
The twins did not wait a moment longer. They dashed to their rooms and emerged a second later, clad in natural shades of clothing and holding bows in their hands. Quivers were strapped to their backs, and swords glistened in the sheaths at their sides. Voices could be heard throughout the house as Glorfindel assembled those who would ride. Elrohir and Elladan ran down the halls until they came to their fathers study, rushing inside.
Their father was there, dressed in attire similar to that of his sons, consulting a map, his keen eyes flickering over it with haste written in their depths. Erestor stood beside him, his face a cold mask. Candlelight danced around the room, gleaming in their hair. At last Elrond sighed, shoving the map into a bag nearby and swept out of the room, followed closely by his sons.
Outside, gathered outside the stables, a host of elves were gathered, girt for battle, mounted upon their horses. Glorfindel stood at their head, standing beside the steed of Lord Elrond. Behind him, two others held also those of Elrohir and Elladan. The Lord of Imladris mounted, and waited while his sons did the same, and then, with the call of a horn and a shout, they rode off, passing swiftly through the valley.
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They had ridden far, pursuing the orcs to claim vengeance. At last they at caught up to them, and the wrath of the elves had been great; no orc escaped their assault. They had found Celebrian, though the memory of her condition still brought pain to every mind that beheld her. She had lived, and though the wounds to her body were healed, the scars upon her soul remained, and at last she could not bear them, and found no hope or joy in Middle-Earth, and forsook it to travel to Valinor, beyond the Sea, never to return.
The mist before Glorfindel's eyes cleared and his mind returned to the present. Arwen watched him with soft eyes, wondering what he thought of that brought such pain.
"Where does you mind dwell?" she asked quietly, noticing faintly that they had reached the House of Imladris.
He looked at her, smiling softly, mournfully. "Upon your mother, Aier," he answered. His blue eyes shone with starlight.
She cocked an eyebrow, smiling faintly, "I am small no longer, Glorfindel!" she retorted.
"Oh really?" he laughed lightly, "Small still in some ways, Arwen."
"Oh really?" she mimicked, stepping silently through the halls leading to her chamber, and halting in front of it. She stood there and turned to face him, a small pout crossing her face, waiting for his reply.
"Indeed," he answered, kissing her gently on the forehead, "But your spirit has always been one far greater then your stature, and your hope ever enduring; your tale will be filled with much sadness and sorrow, but with that also the greatest joy to be found in the world."
Arwen smiled gratefully, "Thank you, Lord Glorfindel, for your assurance. Your faith in me brings much comfort." She bowed slightly, and, turning to face the door, laid her hand upon the handle and opened it partially, pausing before she went inside, "But about my spirit. is it far greater then my stature because it in itself is great, or would you dare to call me short of height?"
Glorfindel only smiled and bowed in reply, "Good evening, my lady." With that he turned and walked down the hall, quickly vanishing into the shadows of the house, leaving Arwen to shake her head and laugh quietly before going inside.
It's me! Just wanted to say hi and THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS! *petting them* you love me! I'm so happy I could just laugh insanely and incredibly screechylike (that is a word, 'cept nobody knows it but me. yet ~_^) . which I won't do at the moment 'cause then some of you guys might get scared and not push the nice review button! See the pretty button?! You know you want to push it. Anyway, I love you all! Thanx for your encouragement in this little story of mine, you're all wonderful!
Aren't Glorfindel and Elrohir and Elladan cute?! You gotta love em! I see Glorfindel as this caring (yes people, the elves have real feelings. I know this shocks you, but THEY CAN ACTUALLY CRY!), intelligent, protector type of person, and Elrohir and Elladan don't get any part in the movies at all and they're such cool characters! I mean, they're twins, and they're elves, it's just so cute!
Notes: (yup. I love the notes. I wonder if anybody reads them.)
Well. about the whole family having this kind of connected thing. It seemed to fit, especially with a family like theirs, and I kind of see elves as being bonded to each other in a degree a little more severe then humans. Humans can at times experience something akin to a sixth sense when a loved one is injured or killed and I thought that perhaps the elves have something similar, but to a greater degree, especially with those gifted with foresight (such as Lady Galadriel)
Oh! And I always had this soft spot for the ruling family of Imladris. they lost Celebrian and it's just sad.
Peace filled the valley of Imladris. Upon the land no stain lay; the birds sang merrily amidst the trees and the gentle waterfalls fell, filling the air with their music. The sun toyed with the horizon, as though it desired to linger for but a moment longer, to cast its ray into the darkening sky, turning it a myriad of dazzling colors. Beyond the mountains to the East flashed small points of light, the first stars of the evening.
Within the house nestled deep within the forests, relishing the beauty of the evening stood Elrond. His keen eyes watched the path leading through the trees with a worried look buried deep within their starlit grey depths. Some foreboding filled him, a dread that he could not yet give place to. His wife was to return from her stay in Lothlorien, land of her kin to the south, this night, and he awaited her arrival anxiously. Darkness still dwelt in the hidden places of the world; orcs roamed in the lands that lay between Rivendell and Caras Galdhon, and the journey was perilous.
The night wore on, and still there was no sign of their coming. Doubt filled him, though he tried to brush it aside as merely unfounded worry. Something seemed wrong, and as the hours slipped by, he was only filled with more fear. Still he stood there; the sun sank beneath the mountains, its light fading from view. The stars blazed out in glory above him, the shades of night deepening.
"Ada?" a quiet voice came from the stairway to his right. He turned slowly, a smile gracing his features.
"Yes, Aier?" he asked, embracing his only daughter lovingly. She looked up at him with unfathomable eyes, filled with understanding and knowledge. Many days she had walked the earth, and yet they seemed to pass her by unaffected. In the blossom of youth she appeared, her hair touched by no frost; her face showed no sign of her age, save her eyes alone. She had inherited the gift of foresight by her grandmother, Galadriel, and he could perceive the doubt behind her smile.
"Where is mother?" she asked softly, looked to the East.
"You feel it as well, Arwen?" he questioned.
She lowered her gaze to the railing, running her hand along its cold surface. "Yes, Ada." Her voice fell to little more then a whisper. "Something is wrong. I feel it. Darkness. shadow."
They stood there, side by side, waiting as the sense of dread grew. Suddenly a cloud seemed to pass in their minds that shadowed the bright lights that flickered from the house. They both gasped as fear and pain filled them, as though it were their own. Elrond started and nearly fell.
"Celebrian!"
He yelled the name as he felt a wave of grief hit him. Something had happened, far beyond the boundaries of his valley. A vision flashed before his eyes. Arrows chirped all around and he felt a searing pain in his side. A feminine scream rang through the air and he gazed upon fallen bodies, fallen elves. He knew them; they bore the symbols of his household. They were all dead.
He dropped to his knees, panting for breath as the scene released him. Tears fell freely down his face, his grey eyes filled with pain and grief. He could hear gentle sobs beside him and a tender voice calling him.
"Ada! Ada!"
He opened his eyes and found his daughter kneeling near to him, shaking him gently by the shoulder. He stood and hugged her tightly, her shoulders shaking with her tears. From behind him he heard soft footsteps. He turned to find his sons, Elrohir and Elladan, standing behind them, their silvery eyes flashing with wrath and fear.
"Ada!" cried Elrohir, running to his side, "what has happened? Something foul is afoot to the East; have you felt it as well?"
Elrond looked into their eyes and nodded slowly, "Your mother." he choked, then stopped. From somewhere he felt. called. Something was crying out to him beyond the distance of space and he closed his eyes, searching. His eyes darted open, shining with wrath. "We must leave, now!" Without any further word he stormed off into the house, a perilous flame shining in his flame.
Elrohir and Elladan exchanged a glance before rushing after their father. Elrond was in his study, along with Erestor, the chief of his council, and Glorfindel, the head of his guard, his normally composed voice filled with anger and determination.
"Glorfindel!" he ordered, "assemble a company to ride East. Something terrible has befallen the escort of Lady Celebrian, we must leave now."
The twins did not wait a moment longer. They dashed to their rooms and emerged a second later, clad in natural shades of clothing and holding bows in their hands. Quivers were strapped to their backs, and swords glistened in the sheaths at their sides. Voices could be heard throughout the house as Glorfindel assembled those who would ride. Elrohir and Elladan ran down the halls until they came to their fathers study, rushing inside.
Their father was there, dressed in attire similar to that of his sons, consulting a map, his keen eyes flickering over it with haste written in their depths. Erestor stood beside him, his face a cold mask. Candlelight danced around the room, gleaming in their hair. At last Elrond sighed, shoving the map into a bag nearby and swept out of the room, followed closely by his sons.
Outside, gathered outside the stables, a host of elves were gathered, girt for battle, mounted upon their horses. Glorfindel stood at their head, standing beside the steed of Lord Elrond. Behind him, two others held also those of Elrohir and Elladan. The Lord of Imladris mounted, and waited while his sons did the same, and then, with the call of a horn and a shout, they rode off, passing swiftly through the valley.
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They had ridden far, pursuing the orcs to claim vengeance. At last they at caught up to them, and the wrath of the elves had been great; no orc escaped their assault. They had found Celebrian, though the memory of her condition still brought pain to every mind that beheld her. She had lived, and though the wounds to her body were healed, the scars upon her soul remained, and at last she could not bear them, and found no hope or joy in Middle-Earth, and forsook it to travel to Valinor, beyond the Sea, never to return.
The mist before Glorfindel's eyes cleared and his mind returned to the present. Arwen watched him with soft eyes, wondering what he thought of that brought such pain.
"Where does you mind dwell?" she asked quietly, noticing faintly that they had reached the House of Imladris.
He looked at her, smiling softly, mournfully. "Upon your mother, Aier," he answered. His blue eyes shone with starlight.
She cocked an eyebrow, smiling faintly, "I am small no longer, Glorfindel!" she retorted.
"Oh really?" he laughed lightly, "Small still in some ways, Arwen."
"Oh really?" she mimicked, stepping silently through the halls leading to her chamber, and halting in front of it. She stood there and turned to face him, a small pout crossing her face, waiting for his reply.
"Indeed," he answered, kissing her gently on the forehead, "But your spirit has always been one far greater then your stature, and your hope ever enduring; your tale will be filled with much sadness and sorrow, but with that also the greatest joy to be found in the world."
Arwen smiled gratefully, "Thank you, Lord Glorfindel, for your assurance. Your faith in me brings much comfort." She bowed slightly, and, turning to face the door, laid her hand upon the handle and opened it partially, pausing before she went inside, "But about my spirit. is it far greater then my stature because it in itself is great, or would you dare to call me short of height?"
Glorfindel only smiled and bowed in reply, "Good evening, my lady." With that he turned and walked down the hall, quickly vanishing into the shadows of the house, leaving Arwen to shake her head and laugh quietly before going inside.
It's me! Just wanted to say hi and THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS! *petting them* you love me! I'm so happy I could just laugh insanely and incredibly screechylike (that is a word, 'cept nobody knows it but me. yet ~_^) . which I won't do at the moment 'cause then some of you guys might get scared and not push the nice review button! See the pretty button?! You know you want to push it. Anyway, I love you all! Thanx for your encouragement in this little story of mine, you're all wonderful!
Aren't Glorfindel and Elrohir and Elladan cute?! You gotta love em! I see Glorfindel as this caring (yes people, the elves have real feelings. I know this shocks you, but THEY CAN ACTUALLY CRY!), intelligent, protector type of person, and Elrohir and Elladan don't get any part in the movies at all and they're such cool characters! I mean, they're twins, and they're elves, it's just so cute!
Notes: (yup. I love the notes. I wonder if anybody reads them.)
Well. about the whole family having this kind of connected thing. It seemed to fit, especially with a family like theirs, and I kind of see elves as being bonded to each other in a degree a little more severe then humans. Humans can at times experience something akin to a sixth sense when a loved one is injured or killed and I thought that perhaps the elves have something similar, but to a greater degree, especially with those gifted with foresight (such as Lady Galadriel)
Oh! And I always had this soft spot for the ruling family of Imladris. they lost Celebrian and it's just sad.