Narmo winced as he wrapped the last of the gauze around his waist, just
below his rib cage. He ran his hand over the wall where there were nine
thousand eight hundred sixty-nine grooves, marking each day that he had
been banished starting from when he found this place and called it home.
Twenty-seven years and eight days he had lived in this drab, dark hole in a
mountain. There was a single lantern hanging from a perfectly formed
stalactite casting an eerie glow in the dark cave. Tucked away in a corner
there was a small pit,with the charred remains of a fire, and a cookpot
lying on the table, nearby.
Hobbling over to the table, Narmo examined the newest addition to his cave. The blade that he held was a perfectly crafted elven blade. Whoever lost it, he thought, was sure to miss it.
He missed the elven community that he was from; the companionship, the beauty, the love and trust. He missed the diet, good food that he had long forgotten the taste of. He was jealous of elves of the life that they were born into. He had once been a part of that life and he had lost it. Jealous, yes, and angry, angry at the whole race. "They banished me," he muttered, "I will have revenge." He let fly the dagger which embedded itself in the stone.
Bending over slightly to pull the blade out of the wall he gasped in pain. Suddenly, he started laughing so hard that tears of mirth and pain rolled down his cheek. He considered that he was in pain wait until that elf that he had stabbed tried to live out a normal life with his new problem.
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Elladan and Elrohir wandered the woods on the fringes of Rivendell one sunny afternoon. Legolas and Estel had been gone for four days and all of Rivendell was worried for they had promised to be back in two. Just two hours earlier the twins had been summoned by Lord Elrond, their father and Estel's adopted father. His words rang in their ears as they hunted the expanse of the woods. "'Dan, 'Ro? I'm worried. Your brother was due back two days ago and he has yet to return." Elladan remembered laughing and saying that they were always late back and that there was no reason to worry. Elrond had only fixed him with one of his famed glares, "I am really worried, my sons. I have a feeling that Estel and Legolas have need of us."
So there they were, searching the whole forest for two people. Elrohir growled softly, "Ada has gone mad! How are we to find two people in all this forest?" He gestured at the forest in front of them.
Elladan sighed, "I know, but let us look a little longer, Ada does not usually have senior moments."
Suddenly there was a crash not far away in the leaves and Elladan and Elrohir ran towards the sound. Amongst the settling leaves were two bodies, they seemed as though dead. It was Aragorn and Legolas.
Elladan fell down beside the two, "They are not dead yet and from the looks and sounds of it Estel is better off than Legolas, but they are both suffering from blood loss and exaustion. We must get them to Ada."
Lifting up Legolas Elrohir muttered, "The Valar forgive me for doubting Ada."
Elladan chuckled and lifted Aragorn.
Hobbling over to the table, Narmo examined the newest addition to his cave. The blade that he held was a perfectly crafted elven blade. Whoever lost it, he thought, was sure to miss it.
He missed the elven community that he was from; the companionship, the beauty, the love and trust. He missed the diet, good food that he had long forgotten the taste of. He was jealous of elves of the life that they were born into. He had once been a part of that life and he had lost it. Jealous, yes, and angry, angry at the whole race. "They banished me," he muttered, "I will have revenge." He let fly the dagger which embedded itself in the stone.
Bending over slightly to pull the blade out of the wall he gasped in pain. Suddenly, he started laughing so hard that tears of mirth and pain rolled down his cheek. He considered that he was in pain wait until that elf that he had stabbed tried to live out a normal life with his new problem.
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Elladan and Elrohir wandered the woods on the fringes of Rivendell one sunny afternoon. Legolas and Estel had been gone for four days and all of Rivendell was worried for they had promised to be back in two. Just two hours earlier the twins had been summoned by Lord Elrond, their father and Estel's adopted father. His words rang in their ears as they hunted the expanse of the woods. "'Dan, 'Ro? I'm worried. Your brother was due back two days ago and he has yet to return." Elladan remembered laughing and saying that they were always late back and that there was no reason to worry. Elrond had only fixed him with one of his famed glares, "I am really worried, my sons. I have a feeling that Estel and Legolas have need of us."
So there they were, searching the whole forest for two people. Elrohir growled softly, "Ada has gone mad! How are we to find two people in all this forest?" He gestured at the forest in front of them.
Elladan sighed, "I know, but let us look a little longer, Ada does not usually have senior moments."
Suddenly there was a crash not far away in the leaves and Elladan and Elrohir ran towards the sound. Amongst the settling leaves were two bodies, they seemed as though dead. It was Aragorn and Legolas.
Elladan fell down beside the two, "They are not dead yet and from the looks and sounds of it Estel is better off than Legolas, but they are both suffering from blood loss and exaustion. We must get them to Ada."
Lifting up Legolas Elrohir muttered, "The Valar forgive me for doubting Ada."
Elladan chuckled and lifted Aragorn.
