Celeborn felt the arrow plunge into his shoulder. He cried out in pain as
he fell to is knees. He thought of his wife and daughter back in Imladris.
Grasping his sword, he hurtfully got to his feet. After a few moments, he
felt the second arrow hit him in the stomach. He staggered forward and fell
to the ground. A tall dark faced elf stepped forward, bow in hand. Celeborn
knew by the malicious sneer that he had been the one who fired the arrows.
"Daimo." Celeborn said weakly. The poison had begun to take effect on him.
Daimo smiled cruelly. "It's amazing isn't it, how fast the Orc Poison spreads through the body? My guess is that you have around a minute and a half left. But it doesn't have to take that long. I can make it quicker."
He fitted an arrow into his bow and bent it. Celeborn looked Daimo directly in the eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" Celeborn asked.
"Because I'm tired of Celebrian being the perfect one. Everything she ever did wrong as a child became my fault, because I should have been taking care of her. Well, Father, now I will take care you."
Celeborn looked into Daimo's eyes. Daimo was Sindarin for scar. The name fit well, as Daimo had a large scar that traced from his left eye down to the right corner of his mouth. He had gotten it as an infant.
Daimo broke the gaze.
"Look around you. The war is over for now. They are leaving. But not you. No you will never leave. You will die here on this battlefield today."
Just as Daimo was about to release the arrow, Celeborn moved and tripped him. He kicked the arrow from his son's hand.
"You were always foolish, boy. I had always known your heart. Known the evil in it. I would have killed you long ago but your mother would not permit me even to exile you. But that will change now. I now have the proof I have wanted for so long. Nay, my son, it will be you who dies."
Celeborn winced and fell to the ground. Elrond turned and saw Celeborn on his knees and ran to his side.
"Daimo." Celeborn said weakly. The poison had begun to take effect on him.
Daimo smiled cruelly. "It's amazing isn't it, how fast the Orc Poison spreads through the body? My guess is that you have around a minute and a half left. But it doesn't have to take that long. I can make it quicker."
He fitted an arrow into his bow and bent it. Celeborn looked Daimo directly in the eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" Celeborn asked.
"Because I'm tired of Celebrian being the perfect one. Everything she ever did wrong as a child became my fault, because I should have been taking care of her. Well, Father, now I will take care you."
Celeborn looked into Daimo's eyes. Daimo was Sindarin for scar. The name fit well, as Daimo had a large scar that traced from his left eye down to the right corner of his mouth. He had gotten it as an infant.
Daimo broke the gaze.
"Look around you. The war is over for now. They are leaving. But not you. No you will never leave. You will die here on this battlefield today."
Just as Daimo was about to release the arrow, Celeborn moved and tripped him. He kicked the arrow from his son's hand.
"You were always foolish, boy. I had always known your heart. Known the evil in it. I would have killed you long ago but your mother would not permit me even to exile you. But that will change now. I now have the proof I have wanted for so long. Nay, my son, it will be you who dies."
Celeborn winced and fell to the ground. Elrond turned and saw Celeborn on his knees and ran to his side.
