Title: Captured Star
Chapter Title: Trapped 2/15
Author: TrinityTheSheDevil
Rating: PG 13, just to be safe ...
Genre: Angst, Drama, Action, and HIGHLY AU
Main Characters: The usual! Estel, Elrond, Erestor, Legolas, Glorfindel, Elladan, and Elrohir.
Disclaimer: Down own them. Linden is actually kind of borrowed from Joanne Bertin's "Last Dragonlord", but not really. Only in name, LOL.
A/N: This fic was written for Rhonda, the wench. She bugged me for a "snot-slinging-elf-lord-Estel" fic that was majorlly angst. Well ... here it is! sticks tongue out at Rhon
Summary: After an explosive argument with Elrond, Estel runs from home. As usual, he lands in trouble (literally). But this trouble just very well may kill him.
Thanks to Rhonda, who beta read this. :D
/Blah/ Telepathy
'Blah' Thoughts
"Blah" spoken words
This chapter will probably be the longest chapter in the fic. Shrugs It's not a very long fic to begin with, hahahaha. Enjoy it though! :D Chapter Two
Elrond paced the Hall of Fire, sighing to himself every few moments. The twins watched this with raised eyebrows and sent a silent question to Glorfindel. The blonde elf shrugged slightly, showing he was just as confused as they were.
"Ada?" Elladan spoke.
Elrond must not have heard him, so wrapped up was he in his thoughts. Either that or he chose to ignore his eldest son. Elladan frowned and decided to try again.
"Ada!" He put a bit more force into the word, making it carry loudly across the quiet room.
"Yes, my son?" Elrond paused in his walking and faced his oldest.
"What troubles you so, ada? You have acted thus for two candlemarks now. Is something wrong?" Elladan was almost afraid of the answer. After all, it took much to shake the Lord of Rivendell. (Or a trouble-prone human teenager and certain Mirkwood elf, both of which were missing at the moment.)
"Nothing is wrong in the physical sense, 'Dan. At least, I hope not. But I fear I have made a grave error in judgement." Elrond sighed again. "Why do humans have to be so stubborn?!" He muttered almost to himself.
"Ah, it is Estel again." Elrohir said, shaking his head. "What happened this time ada?"
"He feels, and maybe rightly so, overprotected. 'Smothered' was the word he used. He doesn't know the reason about why he is so protected. He only knows he is still being slightly coddled." Elrond brought a hand to his forehead, as if to ease tension there. "I only wish he could understand."
Previously ...
"Ada, why do you hold me here still, as if I were only a child?" Estel leaned against the desk his adoptive father was using.
"You are a child, Estel. You are my child. And it is too dangerous for you out there now. Wait until you are older, more experienced. Do not be too eager to face that which would happily take innocence away, as well as your life." Elrond looked up with a pained expression. He wished that Estel wouldn't bring this topic up so often. It was wearing on him.
"Ada, I am not an elf, as I am so often reminded. I am human. And as a mortal, I am a man! Father, I've read about the rangers recruiting boys and men as young as fourteen! I am two years past that! Why do you doubt my skill so?" Gritting his teeth in frustration, Estel slammed his fist against the table. He was tired of being forced to remain behind every time someone went to a strange land. He wanted to see the lights of Lothlorien, to battle the spiders in Mirkwood Legolas told him of, he wanted to meet some of his own kind and talk to others his age. He wanted it so bad he could taste it.
"I do not doubt you, Estel. I know you to be true of heart, brave of soul, and mighty with strength. But you cannot yet fathom the evil that lurks just beyond the doorstep!" Elrond closed his eyes, wishing to tell the young one his true heritage. He wanted to tell Estel that the enemy specifically hunted him, and only him, for the blood that ran through his veins. Then, Estel - or Aragorn - would understand. But that couldn't be, not so soon. The teen would crumple under the weight of so much responsibilility. And that would be something that Elrond would not - or could not - bear. Until the day Estel was ready, he was just going to have to hold on, and keep a close eye on him. Elrond took a breath and continued.
"I love you, ion nin. I love you as I do all my children. And I would do everything in my power to ensure you live to be a ripe old age. But now, I will not have you foolishly throw your life away just because you wish to explore!"
Elrond knew the moment the angry words passed his lips it was a mistake, and he wished he could take them back. Estel's face immediately changed from desperate to a look of pure outrage. His lips thinned, his eyes darkening.
"A fool, am I? More the fool is you then, to keep me as if I were a pet to lock in a cage! I hate you, Lord Elrond. And now, I never wish to see you again!" Estel fled from the room so fast it took the elf lord a moment to realize what had happened. The words felt like a knife piercing his heart, echoing emptily. Cursing loudly in dwarvish, something that would make his sons stare at him in astonishment, Elrond moved to give chase. However, a hand caught him as he stepped out of the room.
"Let him be, Lord Elrond. He needs time to cool down and rethink his hastily spoken words." The calm voice of Legolas floated to him.
"I can't, Legolas! He may leave and get himself injured! I must go to him." Elrond started off again.
"It is too late, my lord. He has already left. But he is not going very far, for he has taken no provisions with him. I think he is just going on a small ride to escape before he says anything else he'll regret."
Elrond paused, then nodded. "You are probably right, Legolas. You know him better than anyone else."
Legolas grinned. "Yes. Which is why I am going to ride after him and knock some sense into that thick skull of his. With your permission, of course." Legolas gave a small bow, grinning wider.
"Just don't hurt him too badly." Elrond chuckled. "And try to have him back before dinner time. Oh, and do make sure he is CLEAN when he arrives at the table. Erestor had a fit the last time Estel showed up looking as if he had rolled in the mud with wild boar."
"I will, Lord Elrond. Do not fear, your son shall be fine. A few lumps on the head maybe, but otherwise perfectly fine!" Laughing out loud now, Legolas bowed once more then swiftly walked out, heading towards the stables.
Elrond watched him go and sent a prayer to whoever may have been listening at that moment. "May you be right, my dear Mirkwood Prince. May you be right."
Present Time ...
"It's for his own good, ada." Elrohir said softly as Elrond finished the tale. "He may not like it but it is necessary for now."
"I do not see why we simply cannot tell him a little of the truth. Then he may not complain so much. It is my opinion that he can handle a some of it now."
"Elladan, come back to reality!" Elrond snapped. "Even if we told him a little of the truth, he would want to know more! And he is a clever boy. Make no mistake, within a week he would have found out every little detail we strive to protect him from now. No, we must wait until it is time to tell him."
Elladan winced slightly. "You are right, ada. My apologies."
Elrond waved off the apology with a flick of his hand, showing his son that it was not needed. In truth, Elrond had asked himself the very same question, but he always came back to the same answer.
Glorfindel stiffened, glancing towards the door just before it burst open. Legolas rushed in, looking very rough around the edges. What appeared to be an arrow wound bled profusely from his shoulder, making drops of crimson liquid splash and pool on the floor. His breath came in ragged gasps, and in his eyes was a look of raw fear and worry. Everyone in the room jumped to attention immediately.
"Legolas, what happened?" Elrond asked, catching the blonde elf before he fell.
"Orcs. Many of them. They were chasing something - or someone. I think they were after Estel! I'm sorry, my lord. I tried to find your son but they set fire to the woods just in the outskirts. I couldn't get in so I came here as quickly as possible." Legolas gasped again, almost falling unconscious. Elrond gripped him tightly, easing him to the floor.
"Dear Valar! Estel is in trouble." Elrond immediately felt guilty. It was his fault now, that his son was out there being pursued by orcs. His fault that Estel could possibly die! Oh, how he wished he could take back the words he had uttered in frustration! "Elladan, you get the riding gear ready. Elrohir, you must fetch the healer Linden, he will take care of Legolas. Give him specific orders that Legolas is not to leave Rivendell, and inform him that he has been poisoned by the arrow that struck him. Glorfindel, ready our weapons." Elrond quickly instructed them and turned back to Legolas. However, he fell short and cried out in pain, clutching his head.
"Ada!" The twins cried, running over. "Ada, what happened?! What is wrong?!"
"The river ... it has broken and formed a landslide. It's sweeping down the mountain!" Elrond struggled for breath, preparing himself for what he must do. "I have to send the water down the valley or everything will be destroyed!"
Just as he said this, the five elves were struck with a sudden vision. Flames licking the tops of trees, and a wave of water heading straight for them. A screamed word of "Help me!" and then ... nothing. But the voice ... the voice was familiar. Too familiar.
"Estel!" Elrond screamed. "Estel, no!"
In that moment, as Elrond hesitated with worry, the river raged on. The water, unfeeling of the damage it wrecked, headed straight towards Rivendell. In less than three moments, the beautiful haven would be no more ... and the inhabitants would most likely perish under the onslaught.
TBC ........... as I grin evilly ..... hehehee
Reviews-
grumpy - LOL Yeah. Up a tree, down into water, un- ... well ::ahem::. ::grins:: Ah well, hope ya enjoyed this chapter also then. And the cliffie ... hehehe.
BabeyRachey - Yeah. This fic is short. I just broke the chapters up into really small chapters, hahahaha. But I'm glad I succeeded in getting your attention, and really glad you like it! :-)
Roccovende - Angst? It's riddled with angst! It has more angst than John Kerry has positions! And that's saying something! ::grins::
Celebrean - Hope I updated soon enough for you, LOL. And I know how you feel - I have bunches of stuff I have to update ... which ... I haven't ... but oh well. ::Rather likes being lazy ... hehehe::
Catmint - Thanks! Here ya go! :-)
boromir - "Boromir". Wow, that was a strange vision. I just imagined the actual Boromir sitting at a computer reviewing my fic. Haha, shows what too little sleep does to the brain! LOL. Anyway, thanks for reviewing, here's the next chapter! :D
Elwen the Insane Elf - LOL thanks! And don't worry about the lines and stuff ... fanfiction really screws up reviews and things. ::sniff:: they took my stars. Damn them!
sielge - Thanks! Here's the second chapter, so glad you enjoy it.
tmelange - Haha, thanks.
And ... as you know ... of course ... as I say at the end of every chapter ... reviews = welcome. :-) I'll also accept flames/death threats/random ramblings/etc. Anything to amuse me, hahahahaha!
Chapter Title: Trapped 2/15
Author: TrinityTheSheDevil
Rating: PG 13, just to be safe ...
Genre: Angst, Drama, Action, and HIGHLY AU
Main Characters: The usual! Estel, Elrond, Erestor, Legolas, Glorfindel, Elladan, and Elrohir.
Disclaimer: Down own them. Linden is actually kind of borrowed from Joanne Bertin's "Last Dragonlord", but not really. Only in name, LOL.
A/N: This fic was written for Rhonda, the wench. She bugged me for a "snot-slinging-elf-lord-Estel" fic that was majorlly angst. Well ... here it is! sticks tongue out at Rhon
Summary: After an explosive argument with Elrond, Estel runs from home. As usual, he lands in trouble (literally). But this trouble just very well may kill him.
Thanks to Rhonda, who beta read this. :D
/Blah/ Telepathy
'Blah' Thoughts
"Blah" spoken words
This chapter will probably be the longest chapter in the fic. Shrugs It's not a very long fic to begin with, hahahaha. Enjoy it though! :D Chapter Two
Elrond paced the Hall of Fire, sighing to himself every few moments. The twins watched this with raised eyebrows and sent a silent question to Glorfindel. The blonde elf shrugged slightly, showing he was just as confused as they were.
"Ada?" Elladan spoke.
Elrond must not have heard him, so wrapped up was he in his thoughts. Either that or he chose to ignore his eldest son. Elladan frowned and decided to try again.
"Ada!" He put a bit more force into the word, making it carry loudly across the quiet room.
"Yes, my son?" Elrond paused in his walking and faced his oldest.
"What troubles you so, ada? You have acted thus for two candlemarks now. Is something wrong?" Elladan was almost afraid of the answer. After all, it took much to shake the Lord of Rivendell. (Or a trouble-prone human teenager and certain Mirkwood elf, both of which were missing at the moment.)
"Nothing is wrong in the physical sense, 'Dan. At least, I hope not. But I fear I have made a grave error in judgement." Elrond sighed again. "Why do humans have to be so stubborn?!" He muttered almost to himself.
"Ah, it is Estel again." Elrohir said, shaking his head. "What happened this time ada?"
"He feels, and maybe rightly so, overprotected. 'Smothered' was the word he used. He doesn't know the reason about why he is so protected. He only knows he is still being slightly coddled." Elrond brought a hand to his forehead, as if to ease tension there. "I only wish he could understand."
Previously ...
"Ada, why do you hold me here still, as if I were only a child?" Estel leaned against the desk his adoptive father was using.
"You are a child, Estel. You are my child. And it is too dangerous for you out there now. Wait until you are older, more experienced. Do not be too eager to face that which would happily take innocence away, as well as your life." Elrond looked up with a pained expression. He wished that Estel wouldn't bring this topic up so often. It was wearing on him.
"Ada, I am not an elf, as I am so often reminded. I am human. And as a mortal, I am a man! Father, I've read about the rangers recruiting boys and men as young as fourteen! I am two years past that! Why do you doubt my skill so?" Gritting his teeth in frustration, Estel slammed his fist against the table. He was tired of being forced to remain behind every time someone went to a strange land. He wanted to see the lights of Lothlorien, to battle the spiders in Mirkwood Legolas told him of, he wanted to meet some of his own kind and talk to others his age. He wanted it so bad he could taste it.
"I do not doubt you, Estel. I know you to be true of heart, brave of soul, and mighty with strength. But you cannot yet fathom the evil that lurks just beyond the doorstep!" Elrond closed his eyes, wishing to tell the young one his true heritage. He wanted to tell Estel that the enemy specifically hunted him, and only him, for the blood that ran through his veins. Then, Estel - or Aragorn - would understand. But that couldn't be, not so soon. The teen would crumple under the weight of so much responsibilility. And that would be something that Elrond would not - or could not - bear. Until the day Estel was ready, he was just going to have to hold on, and keep a close eye on him. Elrond took a breath and continued.
"I love you, ion nin. I love you as I do all my children. And I would do everything in my power to ensure you live to be a ripe old age. But now, I will not have you foolishly throw your life away just because you wish to explore!"
Elrond knew the moment the angry words passed his lips it was a mistake, and he wished he could take them back. Estel's face immediately changed from desperate to a look of pure outrage. His lips thinned, his eyes darkening.
"A fool, am I? More the fool is you then, to keep me as if I were a pet to lock in a cage! I hate you, Lord Elrond. And now, I never wish to see you again!" Estel fled from the room so fast it took the elf lord a moment to realize what had happened. The words felt like a knife piercing his heart, echoing emptily. Cursing loudly in dwarvish, something that would make his sons stare at him in astonishment, Elrond moved to give chase. However, a hand caught him as he stepped out of the room.
"Let him be, Lord Elrond. He needs time to cool down and rethink his hastily spoken words." The calm voice of Legolas floated to him.
"I can't, Legolas! He may leave and get himself injured! I must go to him." Elrond started off again.
"It is too late, my lord. He has already left. But he is not going very far, for he has taken no provisions with him. I think he is just going on a small ride to escape before he says anything else he'll regret."
Elrond paused, then nodded. "You are probably right, Legolas. You know him better than anyone else."
Legolas grinned. "Yes. Which is why I am going to ride after him and knock some sense into that thick skull of his. With your permission, of course." Legolas gave a small bow, grinning wider.
"Just don't hurt him too badly." Elrond chuckled. "And try to have him back before dinner time. Oh, and do make sure he is CLEAN when he arrives at the table. Erestor had a fit the last time Estel showed up looking as if he had rolled in the mud with wild boar."
"I will, Lord Elrond. Do not fear, your son shall be fine. A few lumps on the head maybe, but otherwise perfectly fine!" Laughing out loud now, Legolas bowed once more then swiftly walked out, heading towards the stables.
Elrond watched him go and sent a prayer to whoever may have been listening at that moment. "May you be right, my dear Mirkwood Prince. May you be right."
Present Time ...
"It's for his own good, ada." Elrohir said softly as Elrond finished the tale. "He may not like it but it is necessary for now."
"I do not see why we simply cannot tell him a little of the truth. Then he may not complain so much. It is my opinion that he can handle a some of it now."
"Elladan, come back to reality!" Elrond snapped. "Even if we told him a little of the truth, he would want to know more! And he is a clever boy. Make no mistake, within a week he would have found out every little detail we strive to protect him from now. No, we must wait until it is time to tell him."
Elladan winced slightly. "You are right, ada. My apologies."
Elrond waved off the apology with a flick of his hand, showing his son that it was not needed. In truth, Elrond had asked himself the very same question, but he always came back to the same answer.
Glorfindel stiffened, glancing towards the door just before it burst open. Legolas rushed in, looking very rough around the edges. What appeared to be an arrow wound bled profusely from his shoulder, making drops of crimson liquid splash and pool on the floor. His breath came in ragged gasps, and in his eyes was a look of raw fear and worry. Everyone in the room jumped to attention immediately.
"Legolas, what happened?" Elrond asked, catching the blonde elf before he fell.
"Orcs. Many of them. They were chasing something - or someone. I think they were after Estel! I'm sorry, my lord. I tried to find your son but they set fire to the woods just in the outskirts. I couldn't get in so I came here as quickly as possible." Legolas gasped again, almost falling unconscious. Elrond gripped him tightly, easing him to the floor.
"Dear Valar! Estel is in trouble." Elrond immediately felt guilty. It was his fault now, that his son was out there being pursued by orcs. His fault that Estel could possibly die! Oh, how he wished he could take back the words he had uttered in frustration! "Elladan, you get the riding gear ready. Elrohir, you must fetch the healer Linden, he will take care of Legolas. Give him specific orders that Legolas is not to leave Rivendell, and inform him that he has been poisoned by the arrow that struck him. Glorfindel, ready our weapons." Elrond quickly instructed them and turned back to Legolas. However, he fell short and cried out in pain, clutching his head.
"Ada!" The twins cried, running over. "Ada, what happened?! What is wrong?!"
"The river ... it has broken and formed a landslide. It's sweeping down the mountain!" Elrond struggled for breath, preparing himself for what he must do. "I have to send the water down the valley or everything will be destroyed!"
Just as he said this, the five elves were struck with a sudden vision. Flames licking the tops of trees, and a wave of water heading straight for them. A screamed word of "Help me!" and then ... nothing. But the voice ... the voice was familiar. Too familiar.
"Estel!" Elrond screamed. "Estel, no!"
In that moment, as Elrond hesitated with worry, the river raged on. The water, unfeeling of the damage it wrecked, headed straight towards Rivendell. In less than three moments, the beautiful haven would be no more ... and the inhabitants would most likely perish under the onslaught.
TBC ........... as I grin evilly ..... hehehee
Reviews-
grumpy - LOL Yeah. Up a tree, down into water, un- ... well ::ahem::. ::grins:: Ah well, hope ya enjoyed this chapter also then. And the cliffie ... hehehe.
BabeyRachey - Yeah. This fic is short. I just broke the chapters up into really small chapters, hahahaha. But I'm glad I succeeded in getting your attention, and really glad you like it! :-)
Roccovende - Angst? It's riddled with angst! It has more angst than John Kerry has positions! And that's saying something! ::grins::
Celebrean - Hope I updated soon enough for you, LOL. And I know how you feel - I have bunches of stuff I have to update ... which ... I haven't ... but oh well. ::Rather likes being lazy ... hehehe::
Catmint - Thanks! Here ya go! :-)
boromir - "Boromir". Wow, that was a strange vision. I just imagined the actual Boromir sitting at a computer reviewing my fic. Haha, shows what too little sleep does to the brain! LOL. Anyway, thanks for reviewing, here's the next chapter! :D
Elwen the Insane Elf - LOL thanks! And don't worry about the lines and stuff ... fanfiction really screws up reviews and things. ::sniff:: they took my stars. Damn them!
sielge - Thanks! Here's the second chapter, so glad you enjoy it.
tmelange - Haha, thanks.
And ... as you know ... of course ... as I say at the end of every chapter ... reviews = welcome. :-) I'll also accept flames/death threats/random ramblings/etc. Anything to amuse me, hahahahaha!