A/N) Hello everyone! I would have got this chapter up on Tuesday/Wednesday morning, but unfortunately during the early hours of Tuesday morning (2AM) we had a massive power cut in the area where I live in the U.K (Sittingbourne). My house was unaffected but my school was, and the Internet was down as well. As school power was down we all got to go home at 9:30AM an hour after I arrived at school. However I would've written this chapter on Tuesday but I revised for my exams. I did not have the scheduled exams that were on Tuesday because we couldn't see anything in the hall we use, so the exams were put back till Thursday. I took that time to revise more. So my exams finished a day late and we're still having problems with the power at school - the lights are still flickering. But anyway I've got no more exams until MAY/JUNE/JULY next year! But I've still got course work still to do so that will affect when I have time to update. But I will try and update every week - if possible every three days. Enough of my babble: here is the next chapter in JAIC.
PLEASE READ IMPORTANT NOTE AT BOTTOM OF CHAPTER! THANK YOU!
Just an Innocent Child
Chapter 5: Deollyn wants Truth
Throughout the walk to Rivendell the two elves kept a close eye on Estel who was walking a little way in front, looking very solemn. In his eight years in Rivendell the boy had never seen any evil before - least of all the death of another child. Yes, Estel may have seen other elves brought injured into Rivendell but Elrond had been always to heal them. With this he would not be able to. Dilir had been murdered in cold blood and no one knew why.
Estel had been robbed of his best friend and he had seen the first evils of a world the twins hadn't wanted him to see - not until he was ready. And it was not yet his time to see evil. Elrohir carried the body of Dilir which had been carefully wrapped up - the arrow removed and his wounds bandaged. None of them wanted to know Deollyn's reaction to the death of his son.
At last Rivendell came into view. The bridge leading to the Last Homely House stood glistening in the sun. Estel stopped in the middle of the bridge and looked down into the flowing water.
Elladan laid a hand gently on the child's shoulder and led him away from the edge. Elrohir went on ahead leaving the two alone.
"Why?" Estel murmured. "Why did this happen to Dilir?"
Elladan took the boy's hand and was shocked to know that it was cold and felt lifeless. On a hot day like this - Estel was cold. "I do not know. Perhaps it was the will of the Valar. We cannot guess, but I promise you Estel we will discover who Dilir's killer is, and why he picked on you and him. I will not rest until that elf has shown himself."
Estel glanced up at his brother but then te tears began flowing and he buried himself in Elladan's arms as the elf knelt to embrace him. Carefully Elladan picked the boy up and carried him back home.
*****
Elrond had sent out a messenger to bring Deollyn to him and explain the situation. The messenger had not been told the manner of the message but had to tell Deollyn that it was a matter of extreme importance. The messenger arrived back at Rivendell with Deollyn in the late morning of the following day. The rest of the day Elrond had heard the tale from Elladan and Estel, though Estel had hardly been able to form any words. The boy was still in shock and the elf mused that it would be a long while before Estel fully recovered.
When Deollyn arrived he was met by Lord Elrond, the Lords Glorfindel and Sîrfalas. Elrond had calmly explained the situation and Deollyn's face had gone deathly pale. They did not tell him the details of his son's death but simply explained there had been an accident and Dilir had been killed.
Deollyn was led by the three elven lords into the main hall where Dilir's body laid, his body covered by a white sheet but his still face uncovered. His gaze sought Estel who sat huddling by Elladan: Elrohir was no where to be seen.
Deollyn stared at the dead body of his son and at the four elves in front of him. He ran his fingers over his son's face.
"How did this happen?" Deollyn asked, hardly daring to breathe.
Elladan was the elf that spoke. "On the Hunting Trip. Estel felled a beast and we went to look. While we were investigating we heard a shout - a boy's shout. We found Dilir with Estel. An elf shot your son just below the heart. He would've not survived. I am sorry." They twin bowed his head.
Deollyn stared at the elf for a long time and then his gaze turned to Este. Anger spurred through him and before the elves could stop him he reached out and grabbed Estel by the front of the shirt.
"Who was it?" he demanded. "Who killed him? Tell me?" He shook the boy roughly.
Estel cringed in his grip. "I......don't.......know."
"Tell me! You do know! You were there!"
Before he could do any harm to the boy he felt a strong pair of hands twirl him round. He came face to face with Sîrfalas - one of Elrond's many friends.
"Do not harm that boy. Who are you to demand what this boy knows." He lowered his voice. "Wait for the appropriate time." Even as Sîrfalas said that his eyes twinkled like fire.
*****
It was almost a month later that Deollyn buried his son's body in the back of his garden where his wife laid. In the space of ten years he had lost two of the most precious possessions that he owned.
He sat in a red chair that was bigger then he so that his head could not be seen. He was small for a man his age. He sat glaring into the fire thinking. His mind took him back to his son and he began remembering fond memories before his son had met that cursed elf human boy! He clenched his fingers.
The maid came in escorting someone who was robed in black, the persons hood drawn up over their face. "Excuse me my lord? But you have a visitor."
"Who is it?" Deollyn demanded not even looking up.
"An elf, my lord, from Rivendell."
At this Deollyn perked up and looked at the stranger. "Leave us, Molu." She did.
The stranger walked round to stand in front of him and Deollyn asked: "What do you want?"
The stranger's voice was not the soft, singing voice of an elf, but instead of a seasoned warrior that spoke of evils and darkness. "I know of something that you may find interesting. Desired you have to know who caused the death of your son?"
"Yes."
"Then I can tell you who does know and is the key to locking all this memory away." the elf continued.
"Who?"
"Estel."
"That human! He told me he does not know!"
"He was merely frightened and still shocked at the prospect of another human being killed in front of him. I tell you he does know. You just need to convince him otherwise. I can aid you there." the elf spoke.
"How?" Deollyn asked intrigued.
"Simple. You will not be able to make him talk when he is in Rivendell. He is protected by the elves, but outside Rivendell he is not protected especially if he is nowhere near the elves. If you wish to know the death of your son: take the boy and hurt him. Do whatever is in your means to hurt him - to break him - let him feel your wrath. Pain will make him tell all to you. It will only be a matter of time." the elf said.
"I do not know."
"Do it! The boy will not talk willingly. You will have to force it from him!"
Deollyn thought, I don't dare hurt another human being. It's animal, but if it gets what I want then I suppose it's alright. The boy must know! Very well I will go through with this.
"I will do this, but you must tell me that I will not be caught." Deollyn said.
The elf smiled. "You won't be. Come let us make plans."
TBC
Hopefully this chapter was alright. I've decided not to post a teaser for the following chapter: but here is a synopsis of what is coming up in the following chapters of Just an Innocent Child - Estel torture (sorry have to - just part of the story. I suggest if you don't like the fact of a child being tortured you shouldn't read this story, but I don't delve to graphical into it - it'll be just whipping every so often and drugging him - so is that all right? - let me know!) There will be Elrond, twin angst coming up, and Deollyn and Dilir past memories will also feature.
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