Expected the Expected
Hi again! really sorry about the delay, but i only just got back from holiday! Anyway, reviewer responce is at the bottom and now, on with tthe story.
'Why?' though Elladan, as he fought his way towards his brother. 'Why did you have to attack them?'
Ducking under one blow, he parried another and cut the heads of 2 orcs before skewering a third.
Suddenly, from behind him, came the sound of an elvish battle cry, called in the voice of his foster brother.
'Why?' thought Elladan, again, turning towards the tree he had left Estel in.
'Why didn't you just stay there?' he thought as he saw the young human fighting his own path through the orcs.
He turned back to the fight in time to see an orcs who had noticed his inattention, loose an arrow aimed directly at his heart.
Fortunately for Elladan, orcs a poor shots and the arrow actually drove straight into his shoulder, yet this was little conciliation for him as this still caused immense pain.
Stumbling slightly, he regained his feet and, stringing his bow, shot an arrow straight back.
This time, the arrow was well aimed and pierced the orcs heart precisely.
Ahead of him, Elladan could see his brother fighting well and could track his progress as he again ought towards them by following the midnight black head.
What worried him was the absence of a certain blonde head that he was sure should be there.
With thought only for the safety of friend and brother, Elladan redoubled his efforts to reach them. Only hoping he was not too late.
One lone figure stood in the middle of the clearing surrounded by many bodies, and searching, fearfully, for one.
His companion knelt some way away, tending to a third who had fallen in the fight.
Relieving the last orc of its head, Elladan had turned, expecting to find Estel behind him, or else knelling beside Elrohir, tending to Legolas. Instead all he met was empty air and a lot of dead orcs.
Fearfully he scanned the clearing, not sure what to hope because if Estel was not lying somewhere among the orcs, then he would surely have been taken, he would never leave willingly.
Behind him, he knew Legolas was loosing a lot of blood and may die if this could not be stopped, but for the moment he had to trust Elrohir's healing skills because his only thoughts were for the young human, who had been placed into his care and who, if he were dead, would surely take his foster father and brothers with him, as they had come to love him so much.
Suddenly, from under a pill of orcs, he spotted the glint of a blade.
This caught his attention because orc blades did not glint and also, it was an elvish blade and, even at this distance he could see, he the words Estel, brother and son, engraved on it.
Elladan rushed to the rather large pill of orcs and started desperately digging to find his brother and hoping he was still alive.
It was two weary and slightly muddy elves that eventually began the long journey back towards Imladris.
Though it had not taken long on the way out, then all four members of the party could walk and were conscious.
Now, however, the two youngest were not conscious, and so not able to walk.
This meant that the twin had to carry them, and they were not too happy about this.
Both Estel's and Legolas' wounds had been tended and were bleeding no longer, but it seemed that both had been poisoned and, Elladan and had kicked himself for this, neither twin had been carrying the right herb to treat the poison.
To make matters worse, it had begun to rain. Gently at first, but this had soon turned into a full on storm, accompanied by thunder, lightening and gale force winds.
Elladan kicked himself again for not even thinking to bring horses with them.
'Why?' he thought as, yet again, he stumbled in the darkness and gasped as his shoulder hit a low hanging branch. He had not told Elrohir about his own wound, prefering to treat it himslef and knowing his brother would only worry.
Elrohir, a little way ahead, did not hear his brother stumble or his gasp of pain, his only thoughts were of reaching Rivendell before it was too late and how his father was going to kill them for letting Estel get injured on his first hunting trip.
Elladan felt dizzy, though he did not know why. Also, his shoulder was throbing horribly, and he was suddenly feeling the waiting of Estel a lot more.
'Why?' he thought, as lighting illuminated the sky and the rain came down with new intencity.
'Why can't the weather be on our side for once?'
Reviewer responce:
Gozilla: Thanks! :)
Anastasia Who: Thank you. it was rather wet really, but still enjoyable. hope youe liked this chapter!
DreaminofLorien: er...sorry? Though if you like him that much then i wouldn't read one of the later chapters of Cuil, not saying anything!
Mornflower: Glad you liked it cough more soon!
Seeing-spots: Be sad no longer! hehe, hope you enjoyed it.
Deana: Sorry! Thank you for your e-mail by the way. I'm really sorry i made you wait so long!
Thank you all! Love you lots and see you soon!
Othrilis
