Disclaimer: *mumble* Tokien... *mumble* not... *mumble* mine... *mumblemumble*
A/N: Brilliant Fo that I am, I have naturally taken an eternity to write a scrap. Enjoy, mon ami.
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After Elrond Peredhil had managed to wind his way downstairs without breaking any bones in the process, the company managed to make way to the courtyard. Sara Ang's cheerfully annoying voice instantly pierced through the blissful silence as the two groups stared at each other.
'Ren! You're here too, then? We landed in Earendil's ship, and now we're in Rivendell! Hey, isn't that Elrond? And is that Glorfindel? Ha, you finally get to see Glorf-'
An enraged growl from Ren and a quick lunge was what she gained from opening her overly loquacious mouth. Shu Wen and Inez, not to mention Glorfindel, Erestor and Elrond had to all grab her before she killed Sara with her bare hands. Ren waved the silmaril in her hand about at Sara, and grinned at Diana who looked as if her life had become much better.
'Do you really want to know whether a silmaril can deliver third degree burns to your face?'
Ren, reminding herself that she did not wish to become a homicidal maniac in Middle-Earth at long last, stood up properly. Sara Ang promptly shut up. Earendil was now looking at Elrond. The resemblance between the two was astonishing, fact being they were, after all, close kindred. Earendil muttered to himself,
'Long ages have I seen from above the sky. From Mandos' halls I have peered upon Elured, Elurin, Eluchil, even briefly Elros. But nothing compares to this.'
Five seconds later, Elladan and Elrohir came running in. They stood by their father and stared as well. Elrond was looking disbelievingly at the mariner.
'Ada...?'
Earendil nodded. The two were about to do a impersonation of a rather cheesy and overdone movie-style reunion, accompanied by tears and angsty elaborations, but Ren sighed.
'Yes, yes, he's your father. Get on with it!'
In return, she had four different Elronds' staring rather dangerously at her. Earendil, Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir. Ren decided it was time to back off. Laughing hesitantly, Ren paced backwards.
'Right, I'll be in my room, minding my own business and wondering whether Middle-Earth is about to be smashed into itty-bitty pieces by either one very evil Maia or one very angry Elbereth. See you, then.'
The human turned and ran. Shu and Inez looked at each other. Together, they started backing away as well.
'Er, we had better.. Make, erm, sure that.. Erestor.. Er, that Erestor doesn't look like Lara Flynn Bolye! Right, yes, that's it!'
The two ran after Ren, seeing the fault in their reasoning as Elrond's chief advisor had been standing right next to them. Sara and Diana decided that simply running would be a better idea than anything else and bolted. Glorfindel chuckled nervously as the four eyes swung to him.
'Saes (please), excuse me, my lord. I think it's time I check on whether.. On whether Asfaloth needs.. to... eat... his... Ah... Carrots! Yes, I'll be going now.'
The Elda fled the scene. Erestor chuckled uncomfortably.
'Edhored-im, I think Glorfindel may need some help.'
Erestor, too, ran.
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Somewhere Deep In Mandos' Halls... Eight Disembodied Voices Spoke.
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'Ada...?'
'What is it, Maedhros?'
'The Silmarils have been found again...'
'And three mortal children hold them...'
'Sauron walks the earth...'
'And the power of One Ring rules him...'
'What are we to do about it?'
'Amrod, Amras, Celegorm, Curufin, Maglor, Caranthir. How do you know this?'
'The Valar mumble in their secretive voices... Namo is thus troubled, and the sky shakes in Elbereth's rage...'
'The curse has been revived from it's long slumber...'
'We will walk again.'