CHAPTER SEVEN
To Be Deceived
Elladan sat up on his horse as perfect as a rider ever had. Though he could not see literally, he could see things in his mind's eye and it was all so vivid at times. He had ridden horses all his life (which was considerably long) and knew them so well that even if he didn't have to ride blind, he could. He had been bitter about his blindness at first, but now it was a blessing that was well disguised. For now that he was blind, his other senses were sharpening. His father's gift of foresight was strengthening. He could see things from afar.
His eyes were always closed now, for he did not like to open them.
Elrohir hung back from where he had been riding in the head with Morcuivië. He sensed something was wrong with Elladan and he felt something else...fear. He did not know why, but it was gnawing at his inner being and he was almost ready to give in. " Morcuivië, you take the lead!" he called to the silver-black haired immortal. The other nodded and Elrohir went back.
He looked at Elladan and asked, "can you not sense it? It is not a feeling of evil, but of anger and hate." Elladan wished he could see now, for his brother's tone of voice, apprehensive and quiet, laid darkness on his heart.
"I feel nothing brother," he said and then he furrowed his brow. "You need to relax. We are going to find Estel and we are going to bring him home. Once we have him home, Ada will send out warriors to clear up this mess." The elder twin coughed slightly, as though to clear his throat and then he said, "the faster we go the better chance we have." He spurred his horse and rode further up.
Elrohir sighed and said, "Elladan wait!" Heeling his own horse, he caught up with his brother and reached across the grip Elladan reins. Elladan nearly jumped at the sudden movement and his hand strayed to his sword hilt. Elrohir jumped as well. How on nerve they both were, but Elladan had to feel something. "You know something I don't or you sense a danger."
Elladan breathed heavily and said with amusement, "how can you tell?" He raised a brow and looked in the direction of his brother' voice.
Elrohir nearly laughed and said, "well for one thing you jumped like a rabbit when I took your reins!" He wanted to chuckle, but held it back.
Elladan snorted. "I did not!"
Elrohir finally gave a chuckle and a snort as he spoke, "you most certainly did! I am surprised you are still seated on your horse!"
Elladan ground his teeth, he was more on edge than he had first thought. "Well since we embarked on this mission I have been rather...nervous and...jumpy." Smiling, he said, "you are contemptible, you know that?" He thought for a minute and then said, "worse than Estel or Legolas."
"Elladan!" Elrohir nearly shouted, "don't wound me!" Elladan chuckled and pulled his reins out of Elrohir's hands that had gone limp with shock at what his twin had just implied.
Elrohir rode back up to the front and caught up with Morcuivië, who was keenly scanning the trees. "Yes, they are near here. I remember this place. It is an old part of the world, very old. There are caves here that go back deep and have many traps." Morcuivië looked at Elrohir and said, "if your brother goes into them, he may not return."
"He will be fine," said Elrohir with a scowl. Something about what Morcuivië was saying was wrong. It set of some sort of alarm in his mind, but he could not figure out why.
"But you may not always be there for him. What if you were spilt up?" asked the other with a frown as he watched Elrohir's face.
"What are you driving at?" growled Elrohir with a bit of tenacity. His gray eyes flashed and he gave the other Elf a glare of steel.
"Nothing, its just nine out of ten says that people who go farther back, in the dark and deep places, meet their deaths," answered Morcuivië with a bit of anger of his own. He did not like being put 'up against a wall' and accused like a biting animal.
"That had better be all you meant!" snapped Elrohir as his penned up anger and worry came free. Then he sighed, "I am sorry. It has been long since I have had a decent sleep and long since I have been able to trust others outside my circle of friends and family. I should not have spoken thus."
Morcuivië smiled, "then I forgive you for your harsh words." He shifted his gaze to the treetops as a shrill cry went off. Something was wrong. It was getting dark and night was hastening upon them and it was hard to believe that they had been traveling for so long. Fear and alertness had made the time fly by.
Elrohir had heard the strangled cry, as well as had Elladan. Both had their hands on their sword hilts. Elrohir had his half drawn and was turning his horse, trying to spot the cause of the noise. His eyes were dilated and his breath quick. "What devilry is this? Has another fallen?"
"I do not know," answered Morcuivië slowly. They had neared the caves, perhaps a trap had opened up. He heard a rumbling, like thunder and spurred his horse. "Stay here!"
Elrohir pursued after him a few strides on his horse before the other glanced back and said, "I mean it. Better me than you."
"I want to come with you, Morcuivië," stated Elrohir. "I cannot leave you to face such reckless danger alone." He sighed and said, "you were shot once. Next time they may kill you."
"No, I cannot permit you," argued the other. He heeled his horse and took off into the brush. Elrohir whipped his sword out and it sang as it glided out of its sheath. Elladan heard his brother draw his sword and he too, flashed his out and the starlight caught it, making it sparkle like Mithril.
An arrow sang through the air and struck Elrohir's horse. It fell instantly and Elrohir leaped quickly clear of it and it's crushing weight. "They will pay for that!" he snarled venomously. He took a defensive stance and held his sword, ready to rebuke or deliver a blow.
Elladan stayed on his horse, he held his sword above his head, ready to fight. An Elf, cloaked in a mantle of ashen gray came out of the brush with a bow in his hand. Elrohir growled, "Ta na neuma! Rima ten'ta!"
Elladan nodded and spurred his horse to run in the direction he had heard Elrohir's cry extort from. He had to trust his brother to see the horse and swing up onto the beast before he got trampled and he had to trust the horse to be swift. Sheathing his sword he gripped the reins in both hands and rode the animal hard. Do you think it is a trap, Elrohir, he thought sarcastically to himself. However, the elder twin was not read to 'run for it' just yet.
Elladan could feel the wind blowing the horse's mane against him and he could hear bows being pulled taut. However, he set his mind to getting his brother upon the horse with him, perhaps then, they could make it to the river and to safety.
Elrohir saw the horse coming towards him at a fast and full-fledged gallop. As the beast was about to whoosh by, the younger Noldo sheathed his weapon and gripped the side of the saddle then he lightly vaulted himself up onto the animal's back to take his place behind Elladan.
A branch hung low in the path, it was thick and draped in green moss. "Tira ten' rashwe! Look out!" he called to his brother in both the common and High Elven tongue. Elladan didn't know, he could not see it. Elrohir called out again, "Elladan, duck against the horse's neck quickly. A branch looms ahead!"
Elladan headed his twin's warning none too soon. He could feel the bark nearly catching his dark hair and he felt Elrohir lean down over his back so as not to get struck down himself. A single Elf in the back took up a cry, "Ela sen! Circle around behind them!" The voice belonged to Gilloth, he was already there from the caves with his outfit of four.
"Elladan, keep going straight!" shouted Elrohir to his twin.
Elladan smiled grimly before answering, "what choice do I have?" He stayed braced against the horse's neck and urged it on. Elrohir looked around his brother, which was hard to do considering that they were of the same height and build. His steel gray eyes splayed as he saw a huge log blocked their path. "Dan, how high can your horse jump?" asked the younger brother with a bit of worry in his voice.
Elladan would have shrugged but he just smiled, "he can clear the fence in our pasture if he likes, why?" finished the elder kin with a hint of suspicion hanging on his voice.
"Log," stated Elrohir with a tight voice. He watched as the log came closer into view. It seemed to get bigger, wider and taller as they drew nearer to it.
"What?" asked Elladan in bewilderment. What in all of Arda was Elrohir talking about? Perhaps Elrohir had finally gone completely mad.
"It's a log ahead! A huge log!" yelled Elrohir adamantly. Before he knew what was happening the horse's body was lifting off the ground and he leaned against his brother, who had taken the correct form for jumping as soon as he felt the horse pick up speed as they do before a large jump.
They felt the animal's hooves touch the ground and its galloping pace repeat as it dashed around the trees in its path. It snorted as it tried to double its haste for its master, whom it sensed was in great distress. The River Bruinin was looming up ahead and soon they would be splashing through its shallower waters. However, the waters had been rising from the rain waters and snow melts coming out of the mountains.
Elrohir looked behind and was surprised to see the other Elves gone, but not relieved. They had to be somewhere, waiting for he and his brother to walk into their trap. "Elladan, they are no longer behind us," he murmured slowly as though he was still debating where they could be in his mind (which he actually was).
Elladan growled in apprehensiveness, "well then where in all of Valar are they?" Waiting for them to cross the river, or try to no doubt. He tried to focus on just reaching the river, but he could not help but wonder if hey could ever free Estel. "I would bet my life this is Morcuivi's doing. We should have never trusted him, Elrohir, our haste to rescue got the best of us."
Elrohir sighed and said, "no jesting about that! But we may make it yet. About a minute more to the river." He knew that in a minute a lot could happen. They could be slain in a minute.
The water emerged before Elrohir's eyes and he called up to Elladan, "we are at the River Bruinin."
The water foamed about the reeds near the bank. The horse had nearly entered the water when an arrow sailed out of the reeds from a well concealed spot. It struck the stones before the animal's hooves, forcing it to whip its body around, pivoting on one of its back feet. It let out a neigh of anger and fright that echoed off the rocks and water.
An Elf reached out and caught the bridle, holding it and Elrohir drew forth his blade. In one sharp swing he severed the bridle from the animal's face without so much as nicking the flesh of the beast and the creature reared. The Elves surrounding gave a cry as they leapt out of the rushes and reeds. Elrohir saw that they were not going to get across without getting shot or drugged. He vaulted from the horse's back shouting, "Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha ar' thar! I will follow you to death and beyond!"
Another Elf came at him, trying to lay hold of him and he swung at the immortal with his blade in an effort to prevent the other from reaching his brother. The Elf retorted and struck back with a vengeance. Elrohir blocked the blow with a clang of metal on metal. "Good form Elrond's Son, lets see you block this!" growled the other. He grabbed on of his daggers and threw it at Elrohir's middle. Elrohir brought his sword low and the knife clanged off them and glanced off into the rocks and flipped into the water.
Gilloth shouted above all the havoc, "don't kill them! N'ndengin sen!" he cried in the high tongue.
Elrohir heard Elladan give a cry as he was flipped over the horse and landed sprawling on his back among the rocks. He felt a pain in his back and then he rolled (sword still in hand) and leaped up. Elrohir spun around to see what fate had befallen his brother and suddenly felt a sickening feeling in his gut as he felt a sword tip touch his neck like a piece of ice. Elrohir spun around and swung his own naked sword for the other's midsection. The other Elf dodged the killing blow and swung at Elrohir who ducked and ran towards his brother.
He saw Elladan was being attacked by many. Elrohir did the most fool hardy thing he probably ever did. He ran right into the midst of the attack. He shoved them away from his blind brother and swung his sword to try and protect his brother. Elladan could not see and all he knew was how to block and thrust according to the sounds and pitches made by the swords being raised and lowered, he could have no discretion over who swung them. He had to admit with bitterness this was the weak point to his training. He heard Elrohir's blade cross up near his head and judging according to the sound he thrust his own sword at his brother unbeknownst to be his brother and closest friend.
He heard a strangled cry and recognized it as his brother's voice. As he pulled his sword free he heard his brother's cry stray and waver in the air. Elrohir felt cold and he clutched at his side where the blade had entered in and been pulled free. The younger twin felt hot blood spill crimson over his hands. It was a hot and yet a cold breach of faith that stained the blade of Elladan Peredhil with a scarlet lamentation.
Elrohir collapsed against his brother and when he saw the sword his brother held, red with his own blood he felt sick. He knew his brother had not meant it. But then he thought back, it was his fault. He had given Elladan the idea he could fight, he had put the sword back into his hand. Estel may have taught Elladan, but it was he who old him it was well and totally possible. "E-E-E-Elladan..." he breathed through teeth grit with pain as he watched the crimson drops of his own blood fall from the tainted blade.
Elladan felt his brother fall against him and he said slowly, as though in a nightmare he could not wake from, which literally speaking, he was. "I-I-It was an a-a-accident. I didn't mean to Elrohir," he sobbed with bitter tears that very nearly burned his flesh. "I am sorry!"
He knelt down beside his bleeding brother and he cradled the dying immortal in his arms. Blood bubbled and frothed about on Elrohir's lips an Elladan felt cursed, for though he was glad he could not see his brother's pain, he wanted to see his brother's face and eyes one last time. "Dan..." Murmured the younger twin serenely around a mouthful of thick blood.
"What my brother? What would you have me do, you know I would do it!" he cried as he felt Elrohir's hands that clenched his own growing cold and worn. All the other Elves that had been so intent on capturing the pair now looked on, uncertain how to deal with this.
"I would...h-h-have you...n-not mourn...for me. I w-w-would have you...save Estel," answered Elrohir in a gurgled and broken voice. It made Elladan's heart weep when he heard the cracked and weary voice that was caused by him.
"I wish I could see you one last time Ro," breathed Elladan in a sob that wracked his voice and robbed it of steadiness. He clutched Elrohir close to him and sobbed bitterly.
Elrohir smiled amid his pain and said, "I-I-I would have...you...not remember...me this way." His breath became quick and labored. The world began to grow dark about him and he knew he was fading.
Elladan whispered, "Don't leave me Elrohir! No!" He gently shook his brother. "How will I see without you?" He asked in one last attempt to keep his brother from submitting his soul to Mandos' Halls of Waiting. The Halls of The Dead.
Elrohir knew he had one breath left and he drew it deep and uttered so soft that it was barely audible even for Elladan, "niuve tenna' ta elea lle au' Elladan Peredhil." Then, Elrohir's last breath left him and Elladan put his hand on his brother's chest, shivering as he felt the once strong and large heart stop beating. Elrohir was dead.
"My heart shall weep until it sees thee again," murmured Elladan: echoing his brother's last words. Then he said, "Quel esta Elrohir Peredhil, amin mela lle."
Elladan wept grievously. It seemed that everything one held dear was taken away or destroyed. His brothers were missing or dead and his eyesight was lost to him as well. He had killed Elrohir, he had breached the faith between the one he had been closest to and held most dear in his heart.
Elrohir lay pale in Elladan's lap. His eyes stared upwards at nothingness and the blood on his mouth had already begun to dry into dark blotches against the pallid skin. He had been claimed by death defending his twin, his other half and the one he had held highest in his heart.
Legolas looked at the clouds of billowing dust, and he struggled to his feet. Staggering, he made his way to the cave and fumbled inside. Rothinzil trailed behind. "Legolas, my lord, you can't go in there! It could fall on you." The younger Elf's plea fell on deaf ears as Legolas went further into the dark.
Legolas snorted, "We have to get them out!" Pivoting in the darkness, he grasped Rothinzil's shoulders and held him away at an arm's length. "I know you are fearful of the dark and such-"
Rothinzil snapped suddenly, "I am NOT afraid of the dark, Legolas Thranduillion!" In the night of the tunnel Roth's eyes flashed fire and he twisted free of Legolas' grip and went past him into the seclusion of the cavern.
Legolas spun around and called to Roth, "I am sorry, Roth, I didn't mean it."
Rothinzil looked at the silhouette of Legolas against the last flickering rays of light that could penetrate farthest into the cave. He could see a faint sparkle from the blonde-haired Elf's blue eyes, like stars. Suddenly, he saw shapes coming up behind his prince. They were certainly other Elves, for they carried bows and were tall and slender in form. He wanted to give a cry, but his voice would not work. His keen eyes saw that the bows wee notched and he didn't even hear himself scream out to his liege, "Legolas! Behind you, my lord!" When he did hear himself his voice sounded shrill and it echoed off the walls. More rocks fell and for a fleeting moment Rothinzil feared it would founder on he and Legolas.
Legolas spun around and saw the other Elves. Snatching his bow from his back, he notched an arrow and drew it back. "Who are you?" he growled in a threatening voice. Roth hurriedly whipped his bow from his back and placed a projectile in it with the skill of a talented archer of many winters. He drew the string back so it was taut and the green/gold fletchings of the arrow was against his cheek.
The other Elves laughed and said, "you are fools to think that you could defeat us with two bows to five." Rothinzil scowled and pulled the string back tighter.
But Legolas said calmly, "we never said anything about defeating you, nay, we will sell our lives, but we shall sell them dearly." He looked at the Elf nearest him and growled, "would you like to be the first to feel the bite of my bow?"
The other Elf snarled back in a sharp retort that the prince had not fully expected, "how would you like to see my feathered shaft buried in your breast?"
Rothinzil snapped back in a low tumultuous growl, "you would be felled before your arrow was allowed to sing, nay, before your bow was fully bent." He would be damned before he would let these treacherous snakes harm his prince and dear friend.
Legolas looked back at Roth and that was all it took for the other Elves to aim with great care not to hit vital organs, or hit the Elf-prince at all if they could help it. Legolas suddenly cried out in shock and sharp, whip like pain as a flying projectile severed his bowstring. It swung back and lashed his face and arm like a whip of an orc. Legolas dropped the now worthless bow in surprise, anger and pain. His slender fingers went to trace the stinging welt that crossed his face.
Roth started to run over to aid his prince and seek vengeance. However, another shaft shot into his bow, splintering it and sending vibrating pain up Roth's right arm. He dropped the bow with a cry and glared at his attackers. One went and set a hand on Legolas' shoulder, Roth instantly shoulder checked this other Elf. This Elf suddenly drew his knife and pressed it against Roth's throat. The younger Elf held still and the victorious immortal laughed coldly, "loyal to your pampered prince, are you?" He gave a chuckle, "that is a good quality, yet you must lean to discern when it is safer to yield and when it is worth the fight. We do not seek your life and hence why we did not slay you."
Legolas was already angry in the beginning, but now saying he was angry was like saying the Nazgul loved the Elves and Sauron was overjoyed at losing his ring. It simply was a horrible pressed down assertion. Legolas was angry with himself more than anything. He had let Aragorn get captured, he had not taken into account the guards that he should have knew were all amongst the tree tops waiting for something like this. Inwardly punishing himself, he stared icily at his captors. "Are you going to help us dig them out? Or leave them to die a miserable death?" snarled the prince with an antagonistic edge that stated in plain terms that he was in no mood to be toyed with. The Elves that gripped Roth looked at the ones that held Legolas, exchanging glances. Legolas looked at them all and said, "I would be grateful for you to loose my companion."
"Sorry, no," said one of the Elves. "We can't be certain that he will behave." Here the captor shot Roth a searing glare.
"He will harm no one, ask him if he will," pleaded the prince angrily. He was getting frustrated, after all, they were all Elves so why did they have this mistrust? It was unfair and wrong.
One of the Elves holding Roth smiled at his captive and said, "I know he will harm no one." Something about the tone of the other Elf's voice made Roth want to shiver, but he hardened his heart and made a decision not to show his weakness. The abductor delved a hand into a pouch at his side and produced a dart, small and yet still large enough to get shot from a bow. Taking it he grabbed Roth's wrist. The younger Elf twisted away, but his captors held him and the one with the dart twisted his wrist painfully. Roth bit back a cry.
Legolas, however, seeing a subject of his own and a friend in pain and frightened gave a cry, "you leave him alone! Valar! What are you doing?" His voice was filled with urgency and held a petition for Rothinzil.
Legolas then knew with a twisted feeling in his gut that they were drugging Roth just as they had him when he had tried to save Aragorn. He knew that Rothinzil was not going to take well to it. The only other time he had been drugged was when he was very young, but that was another story altogether.
Rothinzil's frightened and yet angry eyes captured Prince Legolas' and held them as the Elves that held him flipped his wrist upward so the vein was exposed and pricked it with the sharp, needle like point on the barb. Oh, yes, Rothinzil was scared, but he was also angry at the unjust treatment he was receiving when this was not even his fight and he had done nothing to garner such mistrust. His eyes then left Legolas' and fell upon his subjectors', "What have I done to accumulate such treatment?" he asked with a glare and he sat at their feet.
They moved their feet angrily and said, "you have not yet gained our favor and we do not know you. When one is dealing with these sort of situations they have to trust no one."
"You will pay for this!" growled Roth as he felt himself going limp. The drug was working and it was no less potent than when it was used on Legolas or Ancú.
Legolas watched them pull another dart out of its concealment and knew it was for him. He struggled wildly and said, "you can't! My friend is buried in there! We have to go after him!" He jerked free and ran towards the back of the cave and collapsed a little farther back. Why did life have to be so hard? He felt so alone and he felt his knees hit the rocky bottom, but to him it was though he had to look up and stretch his arms high to even brush it with his fingertips. He had failed a second time. Two chances and both he had lost. How could this be? He was beneath rock bottom and the deepest depths here. As he gazed into the darkness he cried out angrily and with heavy sorrow, "Strider! Estel! Amin hiraetha!" He took and beat the pebble-strewn floor with his fists and then he bent his head in grief. Failure, yet again.
Roth watched and yelled out to his prince, but Legolas did not hear him. He was in his own world of tears and regret. His blonde hair hid his face and he wept with bitterness hardly matched since. The other Elves came and took his wrist and he said, "no! We have to get Strider out! We have to get him out..." He felt the drug hit his system again and he did not fight it. He fell to the floor and his tears slid unchecked down his face in dust mixed rivulets.
The other Elves picked up the prince and carried him out of the darkness. Legolas looked up at the cavern ceiling and he closed his eyes, but he saw Estel. And when he opened them again with a start he saw the rocks and the darkness and remembered Estel. It was as though the memory was haunting him and it was high and low, far and near. He felt the drug working itself deep and he saw that Roth was already limp and his eyes were glazing slightly as he yielded to the sedative.
Ta na neuma! Rima ten'ta It's a trap! Run for it!
Tira ten' rashwe Look out!
Ela sen Flank them!
Quel esta Elrohir Peredhil, amin mela lle Rest well, Elrohir Peredhil, I love you.
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Mornflower: Thanks for the nice review. Yes, hehehehehe, poor everyone. LOL We look at posters before we start writing. Hehehehe, Legolas posters are the best. Oops! Don't tell anyone we told you LOL. Updating does seem to take us forever at times, this is one of our faster updates. That's bad. Oh and thanks for putting us on your author alert and favs.
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We had to stop there for chapter six. It was only logical and we wanted to show you what we think a cliffie really is! LOL Its us you're talking about! Yes, Aragorn was so sweet to stay with Ancú when they really don't get along. Glad you saw that. It means we are doing something right. Ancú? NEVER! Muahahahaha! Hehehehe, glad you like how we write. Thanks again for the sweet and encouraging reviews you send us each time! Oh, and the twins? Well, they can't ever avoid a few bumps and bruises, you know? LOL Don't fear for your sanity, its fun to lose it! We did a long time ago!
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