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A/N: Reviewer responses at the end. Well, on with the fic!
The Breaking of Valinor.
He strode down the white stairs, gazing about him as though he had never seen this house before in his life- and well he might. After what Celebrian had shown him last night...! Valar, how could he possibly have been so blind? Never before had he failed to notice when his foresight spoke to him- although maybe, after the cruelty of what had happened when it last cane into play...
His daughter, Arwen Undomiel, had been lost to the mortal fate. It had been a great loss for all her family, most of whom now resided in Valinor, but she had wished to stay with Estel, and he would not have taken that choice from her- or Aragorn.
What...
All of a sudden, Valinor began to tremble.
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
"ELROHIR!"
The cry was torn from the throat of a young, dark-haired Noldor, as he watched his brother vanish under the pile of wood that used to be an outhouse. Paying no attention to the fact that said heap of wood had quite a few rather sharp spars sticking out at some extremely awkward angles, he raced forward, trying to climb the side and let his brother out.
There was a short, hacking, coughing sound from somewhere below his knees, and he tore through the offending planks to get to it.
His brother scrambled out, looking only a little worse for the wear for his sojourn under the (now collapsed) outhouse- until you saw the long, shallow cut that ran over his collarbone and down his arm to the elbow.
Elrohir saw Elladan looking.
"I'm fine, Dan. It's just a scratch. See?"
He picked up a pebble and tossed it from hand to hand, exaggerating the motion of his injured arm.
Elladan rolled his eyes. "Fine," he muttered, "if you insist..."
And then, as if by mutual agreement, they turned and raced into the house.
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
Elrond stared from the doorway of his home as Valinor quaked and shook about him. He had strapped his sword to his waist, and Vilya was on his hand- even if technically she was utterly useless in battle, she made him feel safer.
Celebrian was in the hall. She had somehow obtained a javelin.
Elrond seriously did not want to know how she had found a javelin, or even how she could use one in the first place.
Following that trail of thought, she most likely couldn't.
"Celebrian," he called, "go back up and fetch Elenlome- hurry! Her children..."
He never got any further, because at that moment his twin sons crashed through the back door and hammered up the stairs.
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
Manwe strode swiftly through the halls of the Valar. Valinor was shaking, shivering- coming apart. They were trying to hold it together, but he was not sure if they would succeed.
No, he corrected himself, he knew they would not succeed. Their only chance was to empty Valinor into the world outside.
Yet he was loath to do this, seeing what a cold, cruel place the world had become.
But there was a hope. If they chose a different time in history to the one that was pummelling the barriers of their land, the Eldar would have a better chance of finding out about their surroundings.
Of course, any fool can find out about his surroundings. It's just a question of staying alive while doing so.
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
Elenlome shot down the stairs. Ninquedil dashed after her, closely pursued by Tindome and Tholinsul.
"Lord Elrond- er, milord, where are you going?"
The Elven-Lord didn't bother to answer.
"Tholinsul, where's your rapier? Ninquedil- already armed, I see. Tindome...go find a dagger, quickly now. Elrohir...Elladan...Elenlome-be careful! Spears are dangerous. Celebrian, there you are- is everyone ready? Good. Run, now, we have to get out of Valimar, out of the city."
"But, Ada-"
"NOW!"
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
Arda shook.
Later, all who had felt it- which, seeing as the tremor was worldwide, was everyone on the planet- attributed it to being a freak earthquake, a punishment from the gods, or an omen. Of course, nobody ever found out that it was worldwide, seeing as there was no reliable recording system back then.
And so the passing of the Eldar and the Maiar into this world went completely unrecorded.
For Valinor broke, depositing them in Italy. The shaking, the quivering, the falling buildings- the Elves were removed from that...
And placed instead on a large, flat, dry, sandy plain, with a very hot sun beating down and exactly minus three clouds to give some relief.
Welcome to Italy, twenty B.C.
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
A/N: And we finally meet the twins, Elenlome, and Elrond's grandchildren! Don't worry- Elenlome IS Elrohir's wife, but I shall keep her from Suedom, I swear.
Reviewer Responses:
Well, LaLaMoi, I'm sorry- really. But, see, I don't know the Elvish for 'my love', so please tell me next time you review, and I shall be very grateful.
Here, Zammy, it's the update you asked for!
Glad you liked the description, Evenstar Elanor, and I hope some things here made you laugh too!
A/N: Reviewer responses at the end. Well, on with the fic!
The Breaking of Valinor.
He strode down the white stairs, gazing about him as though he had never seen this house before in his life- and well he might. After what Celebrian had shown him last night...! Valar, how could he possibly have been so blind? Never before had he failed to notice when his foresight spoke to him- although maybe, after the cruelty of what had happened when it last cane into play...
His daughter, Arwen Undomiel, had been lost to the mortal fate. It had been a great loss for all her family, most of whom now resided in Valinor, but she had wished to stay with Estel, and he would not have taken that choice from her- or Aragorn.
What...
All of a sudden, Valinor began to tremble.
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
"ELROHIR!"
The cry was torn from the throat of a young, dark-haired Noldor, as he watched his brother vanish under the pile of wood that used to be an outhouse. Paying no attention to the fact that said heap of wood had quite a few rather sharp spars sticking out at some extremely awkward angles, he raced forward, trying to climb the side and let his brother out.
There was a short, hacking, coughing sound from somewhere below his knees, and he tore through the offending planks to get to it.
His brother scrambled out, looking only a little worse for the wear for his sojourn under the (now collapsed) outhouse- until you saw the long, shallow cut that ran over his collarbone and down his arm to the elbow.
Elrohir saw Elladan looking.
"I'm fine, Dan. It's just a scratch. See?"
He picked up a pebble and tossed it from hand to hand, exaggerating the motion of his injured arm.
Elladan rolled his eyes. "Fine," he muttered, "if you insist..."
And then, as if by mutual agreement, they turned and raced into the house.
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
Elrond stared from the doorway of his home as Valinor quaked and shook about him. He had strapped his sword to his waist, and Vilya was on his hand- even if technically she was utterly useless in battle, she made him feel safer.
Celebrian was in the hall. She had somehow obtained a javelin.
Elrond seriously did not want to know how she had found a javelin, or even how she could use one in the first place.
Following that trail of thought, she most likely couldn't.
"Celebrian," he called, "go back up and fetch Elenlome- hurry! Her children..."
He never got any further, because at that moment his twin sons crashed through the back door and hammered up the stairs.
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
Manwe strode swiftly through the halls of the Valar. Valinor was shaking, shivering- coming apart. They were trying to hold it together, but he was not sure if they would succeed.
No, he corrected himself, he knew they would not succeed. Their only chance was to empty Valinor into the world outside.
Yet he was loath to do this, seeing what a cold, cruel place the world had become.
But there was a hope. If they chose a different time in history to the one that was pummelling the barriers of their land, the Eldar would have a better chance of finding out about their surroundings.
Of course, any fool can find out about his surroundings. It's just a question of staying alive while doing so.
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
Elenlome shot down the stairs. Ninquedil dashed after her, closely pursued by Tindome and Tholinsul.
"Lord Elrond- er, milord, where are you going?"
The Elven-Lord didn't bother to answer.
"Tholinsul, where's your rapier? Ninquedil- already armed, I see. Tindome...go find a dagger, quickly now. Elrohir...Elladan...Elenlome-be careful! Spears are dangerous. Celebrian, there you are- is everyone ready? Good. Run, now, we have to get out of Valimar, out of the city."
"But, Ada-"
"NOW!"
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
Arda shook.
Later, all who had felt it- which, seeing as the tremor was worldwide, was everyone on the planet- attributed it to being a freak earthquake, a punishment from the gods, or an omen. Of course, nobody ever found out that it was worldwide, seeing as there was no reliable recording system back then.
And so the passing of the Eldar and the Maiar into this world went completely unrecorded.
For Valinor broke, depositing them in Italy. The shaking, the quivering, the falling buildings- the Elves were removed from that...
And placed instead on a large, flat, dry, sandy plain, with a very hot sun beating down and exactly minus three clouds to give some relief.
Welcome to Italy, twenty B.C.
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
A/N: And we finally meet the twins, Elenlome, and Elrond's grandchildren! Don't worry- Elenlome IS Elrohir's wife, but I shall keep her from Suedom, I swear.
Reviewer Responses:
Well, LaLaMoi, I'm sorry- really. But, see, I don't know the Elvish for 'my love', so please tell me next time you review, and I shall be very grateful.
Here, Zammy, it's the update you asked for!
Glad you liked the description, Evenstar Elanor, and I hope some things here made you laugh too!