Title: The Shade of Revenge
Author: Elladan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It has been five years since Estel and Raydaion were taken by Kelvakanta. Over these years, he has grown more and more evil, his mind focused on the single thought of revenge. Elladan and Elrohir have tried to protect their brother, but when they fail will Estel be strong enough to survive?
Disclaimer: I am not making any money off this and I am only borrowing Tolkien's characters for a little fun.
A/N: Estel is about sixteen, so it's five years after Scuro. If you haven't read Chiraro Scuro, then I suggest you do before reading this, simply because it will make more sense. Review please (
Chapter 2
Tying the final pack onto his horse, Estel once more scanned the stables, on the lookout for any movement. Sneaking out of Imladris in broad daylight was something very stupid, something only a crazy person would try. That was exactly why Estel was going to attempt it. With a grim smile, he swung atop his horse and gave him a reassuring pat on the neck. For the moment the stables were empty, devoid of any presence save that of the other horses.
"Let us go, Orolom, but we must be as quiet as possible, ok?"
With his cloak pulled around him and his hood covering his head, Estel nudged his horse out of the stables. He had studied the change of guard and movement of the other elves very carefully over his time in the valley and knew the best time to attempt a breakout. With a soft word to his mount, the two made their way as inconspicuously as possible to the main gate. Somehow, through a painstaking process, the human managed to escape the boundaries of Imladris. Between watchful guards, patrols, and his father's advisors, Estel had had a difficult time avoiding detection. Breathing a sigh of relief he shrugged his hood to his shoulders and began to hum a light tune.
He slowed Orolom to a gentle walk and absent mindedly gnawed at piece of hard bread. Estel had every intention of scouting the area and finding either his brothers or Legolas. He was not going to stay behind in the house while the elves had all the fun. However, with each step his horse took, he was moving away from safety and into the heart of danger.
As night approached, Estel began to feel as though someone was following him. The feeling grew until he felt an eerie chill run down his spine. He searched the surrounding woods for the stalker, palms growing sweaty. His unease intensified at the fact that the night seemed silent and he appeared to be alone.
Bringing his mount to a stop, Estel's fingers unconsciously gripped the hilt of his long knife. He slipped to the ground, whispering for Orolom to stay still.
"Who's there? Come out and show thyself to me!" he cried into the darkness.
The only response to his order was a laugh that echoed throughout the trees in such a way that Estel could not trace its source. Every muscle in his body was tense as he waited for the owner of the laugh to appear.
A slight movement caught Estel's attention and he spun to focus his gaze on it. The starlight provided enough illumination that he could make out a shape that grew as it moved from the shadows of the trees. After a moment, a tall cloaked figure stood in front of him.
"Estel, you really are jumpy. Has anyone ever told you that?" Raydayion asked, throwing back his hood. A large, smug grin was plastered on his face and he winked at the human.
The first thing Legolas noticed as he came to was that there was a pain in his chest. It was a strange combination of numbing and burning, leaving the prince to wonder what sort of wound his body had suffered this time. He knew he was hanging from his wrists, which were bound above his head because they were already growing numb and chafed. His feet barely touched the ground below him, allowing him no opportunity to ease the pain in his chest or wrists.
Opening his eyes to inspect the damage on his body, the prince quickly realized that he had bigger problems for the moment. It was so dark that he blinked a few times just to make sure he was in fact awake. He hated dark places, and felt the panic rising in his mind. This feeling only escalated when he felt a gentle warm breath move the hair in front of his face. Someone was with him in the darkness, but he knew not who. Legolas tried to pull his face away from the breath, but his head moved hardly an inch before contacting with the hard rock behind him. He was in a cave! That was the only explanation, but that did very little to calm his nerves.
"Welcome to your nightmare," a cold voice whispered, drawing him from his thoughts. That was the only thing he heard before both the voice and the breath disappeared into blackness, leaving Legolas alone once again.
Elrond sighed loudly as he paced his study, hands clasped behind his back. Estel had left sometime during the day, a simple note explaining he had gone after his brothers. 'I should have known he would try something like this!' The elven lord chastised himself in worry. Though he knew the boy knew how to take care of himself, Elrond feared that he was too naïve of the growing darkness of the world.
He ran a hand over his face and plopped into his favorite chair, unsure of what to do. His mind reeled until he forced himself to surrender to logic and reason. If Estel found the twins then he would no longer have cause to fear, but the forest was too uncertain for any guarantee to calm his trepidation.
A soft knock pulled him from his thoughts.
"Minnlye."
"Hir Elrond, I am sorry to disturb you, but I have some news you might want to hear," the messenger spoke quickly, a small trace of fear obvious in his voice.
Elrond nodded and laced his fingers as he waited for the report.
"The young Raydayion has also disappeared today. It is the thought by his father, that the boy either accompanied or followed Estel, my lord."
A brief flash of hope entered Elrond's eyes. Thanking the elf, he gestured for him to leave. 'At least he is not alone, though I wish he had not left at all.' Once more his mind began to wander back to the events of six years ago.
/"Adar! Look at the wall." Elladan suddenly exclaimed. Spinning around, the elder elf paled at the message scrawled in blood.
'Watch for me in your nightmares. There is no escape.'/
That phrase had plagued his thoughts every day since he had first read them. He had never told Estel about the bloody writing and prayed with his entire being that the one who wrote them would never return. A shiver ran down his spine and he ran to the window, eyes desperately searching. There was nothing there and this caused fear to root itself deep within his mind.
"Ai! Manwe, tirerlye ninion."
"What are you doing here? How did you follow me? Are you crazy?" Estel shot question after question at the smirking elf in front of him.
Raydayion flashed the human one more grin before turning his head over his shoulder and letting out a single shrill whistle. In a few moments, a deep gray steed trotted out from among the trees, neighing happily in reply to the summons.
"I followed you because you are a human and I knew you would get into trouble. Oh, and I do not believe I am any more crazy than you, mellon," the elf replied merrily.
"So you think that your presence would prevent me from getting into trouble, or do you go so far as to say that you would actually be able to protect me?" Estel teased, beginning to accept his friend's presence.
"Aye, I do say that. Why? Do you not believe that I, the mighty Raydayion, could protect you?"
"No, I do not. I distinctly recall a certain elf needing rescuing quit often..."
"Hey! That is not true...well, maybe it is, but I at least I will admit it."
"Stupid elf."
"Imprudent adan."
"That's a new one...hmm, quite good actually."
The two friends soon dissolved into a fit of laugher. After a few minutes, Raydayion mounted his horse and motioned for Estel to do the same.
"Where are we going, anyway?"
"We are going to scout the area for either my brothers or Legolas," Estel replied as though the answer was even obvious enough for the elf to see.
"Lead on then, Twinkle Toes."
"DO NOT CALL ME THAT!"
Carefree laugher filled the dark forest as the two continued their search. Neither noticed the figures following them, bright eyes weaving about in vegetation. Hunger flared in the eyes, for it had been too long since their last meal.
Kelvakanta allowed himself a smirk of triumph as he faded back into the darkness. The insatiable feeling inside of him, his sole desire, was about to be met. With his plan in motion, all he had to do was wait for the right moment to strike. Revenge would be sweet and met on so many many levels.
Manwe, tirerlye ninion.= Manwe, watch over my son. Minnlye= You may enter.
Author: Elladan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It has been five years since Estel and Raydaion were taken by Kelvakanta. Over these years, he has grown more and more evil, his mind focused on the single thought of revenge. Elladan and Elrohir have tried to protect their brother, but when they fail will Estel be strong enough to survive?
Disclaimer: I am not making any money off this and I am only borrowing Tolkien's characters for a little fun.
A/N: Estel is about sixteen, so it's five years after Scuro. If you haven't read Chiraro Scuro, then I suggest you do before reading this, simply because it will make more sense. Review please (
Chapter 2
Tying the final pack onto his horse, Estel once more scanned the stables, on the lookout for any movement. Sneaking out of Imladris in broad daylight was something very stupid, something only a crazy person would try. That was exactly why Estel was going to attempt it. With a grim smile, he swung atop his horse and gave him a reassuring pat on the neck. For the moment the stables were empty, devoid of any presence save that of the other horses.
"Let us go, Orolom, but we must be as quiet as possible, ok?"
With his cloak pulled around him and his hood covering his head, Estel nudged his horse out of the stables. He had studied the change of guard and movement of the other elves very carefully over his time in the valley and knew the best time to attempt a breakout. With a soft word to his mount, the two made their way as inconspicuously as possible to the main gate. Somehow, through a painstaking process, the human managed to escape the boundaries of Imladris. Between watchful guards, patrols, and his father's advisors, Estel had had a difficult time avoiding detection. Breathing a sigh of relief he shrugged his hood to his shoulders and began to hum a light tune.
He slowed Orolom to a gentle walk and absent mindedly gnawed at piece of hard bread. Estel had every intention of scouting the area and finding either his brothers or Legolas. He was not going to stay behind in the house while the elves had all the fun. However, with each step his horse took, he was moving away from safety and into the heart of danger.
As night approached, Estel began to feel as though someone was following him. The feeling grew until he felt an eerie chill run down his spine. He searched the surrounding woods for the stalker, palms growing sweaty. His unease intensified at the fact that the night seemed silent and he appeared to be alone.
Bringing his mount to a stop, Estel's fingers unconsciously gripped the hilt of his long knife. He slipped to the ground, whispering for Orolom to stay still.
"Who's there? Come out and show thyself to me!" he cried into the darkness.
The only response to his order was a laugh that echoed throughout the trees in such a way that Estel could not trace its source. Every muscle in his body was tense as he waited for the owner of the laugh to appear.
A slight movement caught Estel's attention and he spun to focus his gaze on it. The starlight provided enough illumination that he could make out a shape that grew as it moved from the shadows of the trees. After a moment, a tall cloaked figure stood in front of him.
"Estel, you really are jumpy. Has anyone ever told you that?" Raydayion asked, throwing back his hood. A large, smug grin was plastered on his face and he winked at the human.
The first thing Legolas noticed as he came to was that there was a pain in his chest. It was a strange combination of numbing and burning, leaving the prince to wonder what sort of wound his body had suffered this time. He knew he was hanging from his wrists, which were bound above his head because they were already growing numb and chafed. His feet barely touched the ground below him, allowing him no opportunity to ease the pain in his chest or wrists.
Opening his eyes to inspect the damage on his body, the prince quickly realized that he had bigger problems for the moment. It was so dark that he blinked a few times just to make sure he was in fact awake. He hated dark places, and felt the panic rising in his mind. This feeling only escalated when he felt a gentle warm breath move the hair in front of his face. Someone was with him in the darkness, but he knew not who. Legolas tried to pull his face away from the breath, but his head moved hardly an inch before contacting with the hard rock behind him. He was in a cave! That was the only explanation, but that did very little to calm his nerves.
"Welcome to your nightmare," a cold voice whispered, drawing him from his thoughts. That was the only thing he heard before both the voice and the breath disappeared into blackness, leaving Legolas alone once again.
Elrond sighed loudly as he paced his study, hands clasped behind his back. Estel had left sometime during the day, a simple note explaining he had gone after his brothers. 'I should have known he would try something like this!' The elven lord chastised himself in worry. Though he knew the boy knew how to take care of himself, Elrond feared that he was too naïve of the growing darkness of the world.
He ran a hand over his face and plopped into his favorite chair, unsure of what to do. His mind reeled until he forced himself to surrender to logic and reason. If Estel found the twins then he would no longer have cause to fear, but the forest was too uncertain for any guarantee to calm his trepidation.
A soft knock pulled him from his thoughts.
"Minnlye."
"Hir Elrond, I am sorry to disturb you, but I have some news you might want to hear," the messenger spoke quickly, a small trace of fear obvious in his voice.
Elrond nodded and laced his fingers as he waited for the report.
"The young Raydayion has also disappeared today. It is the thought by his father, that the boy either accompanied or followed Estel, my lord."
A brief flash of hope entered Elrond's eyes. Thanking the elf, he gestured for him to leave. 'At least he is not alone, though I wish he had not left at all.' Once more his mind began to wander back to the events of six years ago.
/"Adar! Look at the wall." Elladan suddenly exclaimed. Spinning around, the elder elf paled at the message scrawled in blood.
'Watch for me in your nightmares. There is no escape.'/
That phrase had plagued his thoughts every day since he had first read them. He had never told Estel about the bloody writing and prayed with his entire being that the one who wrote them would never return. A shiver ran down his spine and he ran to the window, eyes desperately searching. There was nothing there and this caused fear to root itself deep within his mind.
"Ai! Manwe, tirerlye ninion."
"What are you doing here? How did you follow me? Are you crazy?" Estel shot question after question at the smirking elf in front of him.
Raydayion flashed the human one more grin before turning his head over his shoulder and letting out a single shrill whistle. In a few moments, a deep gray steed trotted out from among the trees, neighing happily in reply to the summons.
"I followed you because you are a human and I knew you would get into trouble. Oh, and I do not believe I am any more crazy than you, mellon," the elf replied merrily.
"So you think that your presence would prevent me from getting into trouble, or do you go so far as to say that you would actually be able to protect me?" Estel teased, beginning to accept his friend's presence.
"Aye, I do say that. Why? Do you not believe that I, the mighty Raydayion, could protect you?"
"No, I do not. I distinctly recall a certain elf needing rescuing quit often..."
"Hey! That is not true...well, maybe it is, but I at least I will admit it."
"Stupid elf."
"Imprudent adan."
"That's a new one...hmm, quite good actually."
The two friends soon dissolved into a fit of laugher. After a few minutes, Raydayion mounted his horse and motioned for Estel to do the same.
"Where are we going, anyway?"
"We are going to scout the area for either my brothers or Legolas," Estel replied as though the answer was even obvious enough for the elf to see.
"Lead on then, Twinkle Toes."
"DO NOT CALL ME THAT!"
Carefree laugher filled the dark forest as the two continued their search. Neither noticed the figures following them, bright eyes weaving about in vegetation. Hunger flared in the eyes, for it had been too long since their last meal.
Kelvakanta allowed himself a smirk of triumph as he faded back into the darkness. The insatiable feeling inside of him, his sole desire, was about to be met. With his plan in motion, all he had to do was wait for the right moment to strike. Revenge would be sweet and met on so many many levels.
Manwe, tirerlye ninion.= Manwe, watch over my son. Minnlye= You may enter.