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Leggylover03: A lot of little kids sleep with the lights on. I did, too. . .I think. . . But then, it seems Estel would have a bit of an insecurity complex, what with being raised around the Elves and all.
Littlesaiyangirl: That could work, but the main problem is that somehow, Estel cannot know about his parentage.
Telegramsam: Imladris's borders would be well protected, of course, but sound can travel over a long distance, especially in a valley. No matter how well protected the borders are, they cannot keeps orcs so very far away. Consider: if they could, there would be no more orcs. Though I understand your concern, it seems to me ill-founded, considering.
C_carol: Did you know, there are ways to state your objections nicely? People are usually more receptive to constructive criticism than to sarcastic fits of temper.
Elven dancer: Torture? No. Probably more along the lines of a scare before Elrond and the twins got to him However, my inclinations were towards the safer road, so this I shall follow. Thank you for having such a concise and well-stated platform.
Thanks to everybody who reviewed! I love hearing from you!
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Elrond tried to return to his work after leaving Estel but he found this task difficult. It was not his worry that the nightmare would return, for never had the dream plagued the child twice in a single night (that Elrond was aware of), but the knowledge Estel seemed to be taking from it. Dangerous would it be for him to know of his heritage, and now he seemed to. No matter how many tried he attempted to convince himself otherwise, when Estel first spoke to him from a place between sleeping and wakefulness, he had not said "ada".
What had happened? Had he been speaking from his dream, or merging the two people in his mind? Was he aware of this slip? If he was, he would likely begin to suspect the identity of the Man he dreamed of. If not, if the word came from a place between sleep and waking, there was nothing to worry about. But which was it?
Elrond sighed. This was going to do Estel no end of damage. Why would these dreams not leave him alone? Elrond understood Estel's torment better than most, for he, too, had suffered the nightmares those creatures could bring. After CelebrÃan had journeyed to the Havens, after all they had done to her. . .the memory stirred something burning within him, a mix of anger and the lust for revenge that he had allowed to lie dormant for so long. Those dreams, though, they would not leave. The last thing Elrond wanted for his youngest child was that sort of dream.
Or that sort of reality! For as he banished these thoughts from his mind and turned his attentions toward a recent letter from the King of Mirkwood forest, Lord Elrond's attentions were distracted by a harsh sort of cry he had hoped never to hear so close to his own borders: the unmistakable scream of an orc. He jumped to his feet before his innate sense of logic took effect: where did they come from? Were they on the move? Why had the border guards not sighted them? Had it been a battle cry? And, somewhere amidst these ponderings, another intrinsic part of him began to ask: Where are the boys? Are they safe? Nothing was different simply because the twins were older and able to defend themselves. Elrond still worried for them; he would always worry for them. But now--
"Elrond?" Glorfindel stood in the doorway, interrupting his friend's mind- rambles. The two were on close enough terms that there were not titles between them. Now the Half-Elf paused and turned to his comrade with darkened eyes. "What are your intentions?" Glorfindel knew full well of the lord's predicament, but was in truth curious as to what course of action he would take.
Elrond did not think before answering, for he was in no state of mind to think. "I want them dead, Glorfindel, with the same lust my sons so sorely disguise. I will not tolerate their existence. And you, what do you intend?"
"To accompany you, my friend," Glorfindel replied. He had known CelebrÃan and he, too, had mourned her passing. The seven-year-old boy he had moments before been concerned for was no longer of importance. "And I expect your sons have similar intentions." At this comment, as though summoned (though they were not) the Half-Elves in question appeared. They were identically ready for what ever battle was ahead.
"Ada, we heard the orcs near the borders. We are going to kill them, are we not?"
"Yes, Elladan, we are, but someone must stay with Estel." In saying this Elrond realized how wholly corrupted by vengeance he had become, that he would rather massacre than protect his youngest child, but he did not care. Later, with a clearer mind, he would.
"I will stay, Ada," Elrohir said at last, after each had met the eyes of the others. "I do not mind it. May the strength of the Valar be with you." In truth Elrohir did mind, but the lust for blood had not taken as strong a hold on him as it had on his father and brother. The border guards were perfectly capable of dealing with this; Glorfindel, Elrond, and Elladan were perfectly capable of dealing with it. Knowing was enough for Elrohir, knowing that those creatures would be dead. The act was irrelevant, the outcome was of importance.
What was next said would later be of fair shame to the Half-Elven Lord of Imladris, but only later, only when he was of rational mind. How incredible, that a simple sound may turn the most reasonable and cool- minded men into fools and killers. "Thank you, Elrohir. May we all find peace with their deaths."
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To be continued (sorry for the short chapter, I wanted to at least post this part before I went to school)
Leggylover03: A lot of little kids sleep with the lights on. I did, too. . .I think. . . But then, it seems Estel would have a bit of an insecurity complex, what with being raised around the Elves and all.
Littlesaiyangirl: That could work, but the main problem is that somehow, Estel cannot know about his parentage.
Telegramsam: Imladris's borders would be well protected, of course, but sound can travel over a long distance, especially in a valley. No matter how well protected the borders are, they cannot keeps orcs so very far away. Consider: if they could, there would be no more orcs. Though I understand your concern, it seems to me ill-founded, considering.
C_carol: Did you know, there are ways to state your objections nicely? People are usually more receptive to constructive criticism than to sarcastic fits of temper.
Elven dancer: Torture? No. Probably more along the lines of a scare before Elrond and the twins got to him However, my inclinations were towards the safer road, so this I shall follow. Thank you for having such a concise and well-stated platform.
Thanks to everybody who reviewed! I love hearing from you!
*****
Elrond tried to return to his work after leaving Estel but he found this task difficult. It was not his worry that the nightmare would return, for never had the dream plagued the child twice in a single night (that Elrond was aware of), but the knowledge Estel seemed to be taking from it. Dangerous would it be for him to know of his heritage, and now he seemed to. No matter how many tried he attempted to convince himself otherwise, when Estel first spoke to him from a place between sleeping and wakefulness, he had not said "ada".
What had happened? Had he been speaking from his dream, or merging the two people in his mind? Was he aware of this slip? If he was, he would likely begin to suspect the identity of the Man he dreamed of. If not, if the word came from a place between sleep and waking, there was nothing to worry about. But which was it?
Elrond sighed. This was going to do Estel no end of damage. Why would these dreams not leave him alone? Elrond understood Estel's torment better than most, for he, too, had suffered the nightmares those creatures could bring. After CelebrÃan had journeyed to the Havens, after all they had done to her. . .the memory stirred something burning within him, a mix of anger and the lust for revenge that he had allowed to lie dormant for so long. Those dreams, though, they would not leave. The last thing Elrond wanted for his youngest child was that sort of dream.
Or that sort of reality! For as he banished these thoughts from his mind and turned his attentions toward a recent letter from the King of Mirkwood forest, Lord Elrond's attentions were distracted by a harsh sort of cry he had hoped never to hear so close to his own borders: the unmistakable scream of an orc. He jumped to his feet before his innate sense of logic took effect: where did they come from? Were they on the move? Why had the border guards not sighted them? Had it been a battle cry? And, somewhere amidst these ponderings, another intrinsic part of him began to ask: Where are the boys? Are they safe? Nothing was different simply because the twins were older and able to defend themselves. Elrond still worried for them; he would always worry for them. But now--
"Elrond?" Glorfindel stood in the doorway, interrupting his friend's mind- rambles. The two were on close enough terms that there were not titles between them. Now the Half-Elf paused and turned to his comrade with darkened eyes. "What are your intentions?" Glorfindel knew full well of the lord's predicament, but was in truth curious as to what course of action he would take.
Elrond did not think before answering, for he was in no state of mind to think. "I want them dead, Glorfindel, with the same lust my sons so sorely disguise. I will not tolerate their existence. And you, what do you intend?"
"To accompany you, my friend," Glorfindel replied. He had known CelebrÃan and he, too, had mourned her passing. The seven-year-old boy he had moments before been concerned for was no longer of importance. "And I expect your sons have similar intentions." At this comment, as though summoned (though they were not) the Half-Elves in question appeared. They were identically ready for what ever battle was ahead.
"Ada, we heard the orcs near the borders. We are going to kill them, are we not?"
"Yes, Elladan, we are, but someone must stay with Estel." In saying this Elrond realized how wholly corrupted by vengeance he had become, that he would rather massacre than protect his youngest child, but he did not care. Later, with a clearer mind, he would.
"I will stay, Ada," Elrohir said at last, after each had met the eyes of the others. "I do not mind it. May the strength of the Valar be with you." In truth Elrohir did mind, but the lust for blood had not taken as strong a hold on him as it had on his father and brother. The border guards were perfectly capable of dealing with this; Glorfindel, Elrond, and Elladan were perfectly capable of dealing with it. Knowing was enough for Elrohir, knowing that those creatures would be dead. The act was irrelevant, the outcome was of importance.
What was next said would later be of fair shame to the Half-Elven Lord of Imladris, but only later, only when he was of rational mind. How incredible, that a simple sound may turn the most reasonable and cool- minded men into fools and killers. "Thank you, Elrohir. May we all find peace with their deaths."
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To be continued (sorry for the short chapter, I wanted to at least post this part before I went to school)