Author: Arinya
Rating:R
Summary: Sam is forced to retell all the things that happened after the Fellowship had succeeded in destroying the Ring. All the members of the Fellowship have their own problems. Darkness returns, and Love struggles to conquer all. But as the problems mount up to a peak, can they survive? And can Sam bear telling his audience the true story?
Chapter Twenty Two: What Ghosts Come to Visit
Elrond howled, he couldn't stop the cry from escaping. He tucked himself into a tiny corner of the cell, curled in fetal position. His body, burning. His mind, invaded by that hateful black. He sobbed and cursed himself for such weakness.
"Gilgalad! Gilgalad! I have failed you!" he moaned, half delirious from the pain.
He imagined the great elf lord standing before him, his lord pointed an accusing finger.
"You were never worthy of Vilya. I would never have given it to you! Even in my death I would have kept it to myself, yet you stole it Elrond! You took it from me and hid it away to keep the power all for yourself!"
"NO!" yelled Elrond at the apparition that was in his mind.
He clawed out to Gilgalad.
"No! I never meant for you to percieve it in such a way! Forigve me My Lord for letting her take it!"
"You are weak Elrond! And you are not worthy of the title Lord" Gilgalad sneered.
"You disgust me"
"I am sorry! I am sorry!" he moaned and covered his face.
"I never wanted to fail you my Lord, never..."
"Shut up Elrond"
Such harsh words with the knife-edge tone from his benevolent Lord was too much for Elrond, whose mind and body was already wracked with darkness and pain. He stoppped.
He stopped crying.
He stopped
seeing.
He stopped hearing.
He stopped shaking.
And he stopped breathing.