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Chapter 2:War
Elrond POV
I sat watching elves come and go. My mind going numb as time passed. The only coherent thought I could muster was the Orcs have my son. I knew I should do something to save him or comfort my twined sons but despair and depression was setting in. Slam. I turned around to see Gladeriel standing there. Her face was contorted with fury. Her voice ripping me fully from my reverie. "You stand there and do nothing while your son and my grandson is being tortured by Orcs!' I looked up guilty. "What would you have me do? He has been taken to Isengard. This cannot be resolved by killing a few Orcs, I told her. "March", was the monoword response I got. It was at this moment Elladan stormed in with a similar expression to m mother-in-law. But before he could say anything the words "we march to Isenguard" escaped my lips. His expression softened and he said "We will get him back". After they left I asked myself 'would we?'.
Saruman POV
The Dark Lord would be pleased with him. I marveled at the luck that had befallen me, "My Lord, the band has returned with the human alive as you ordered". The doors lamed open, two orcs walked in dragging with them a human child. It was hard to believe that this twelve year old child was a threat to Sauron, Lord of the Earth. "Take him down to the dungeons, do what you will with him, I care not as long as he remains alive". Were the commands that left my lips. The direct descendant of the one who caused the dark lords original downfall will soon be in pain. Soon the Heir of Isidur will be dead and the hope of men with it. I smirked, laughing to myself as they dragged the struggling boy away.
Thranduil POV
The letter in my hand fluttered to the ground. My body rigid in shock. War. The word was disgusting and yet Mirkwood will march to war come the morn. Even if I wanted to I could not stop my people from going to this battle. They love the youngest son of Lord Elrond as I and my son do. Not only was grieved by the capture of Estel but who had abducted him. Saruman. The head of the white council. Our supposed ally. I almost felt pity for him; after all not lightly does none incur the wrath of the Lord and lady of Lorien and Lord Elrond. Almost sighing, I retrieved the letter from the floor. Placing the letter on the fireplace mantel, I took one last look at the curved handwriting of Erestor, advisor to Lord Elrond. I strode out of the hall; there were preparations to be made.
Glorfindel POV
The sound of metal clanging against metal filled my ears as I entered the blacksmith. The determination on the other elves faces was admirable. It was understandable after all Estel was loved by everyone in Imladris. Every elven sword was created with great care, and everyone in Imladris was ready to show Orthanc and all those in there how well made elven swords are as well as how skilled their wielders were. Looking upon the warriors I smiled in admiration and left them to their task. I heard a neigh from the stables. The sound brought sorrow to my heart as I remembered how Estel had wanted to ride Asfaloth before he left and now he may never have that chance. A voice cut through my reverie. 'We will get him back'. I turned around to see Erestor standing there "will we?" I asked him. His answer was 'all we can do is hope, for that is what he is 'smiling I looked him in the eye and told Erestor'. I suppose your right, before I strode off towards the stables.
Mithrandir POV
Hobbits. They are quite possibly the most remarkable creatures. I sat down in a comfortable chair near the fire. My old friend Bilbo rushing about trying to make sure I was in luxury. The warmth of the hole, Bag end, grew as the crackling flames reached higher and consumed more coal. "Gandalf! Gandalf!" Ah, Frodo was home. Bilbo's nephew was an enigma to me. He loved the shire yet he wished he was off on an adventure. In my heart I hoped he would never have to leave. He greatly reminded me of Estel. They had the same conflicted thoughts and like Frodo I know Estel would have to fulfill his destiny someday. I heard the pitter patter of little feet approaching and opened my arms read to be bombarded with hugs from the small hobbit. In this fact I was not disappointed 'How long are you going to stay this time?' piped the Halfling. 'Don't know my boy', was the only answer I gave him. I knew this to be the truth. With Saruman's betrayal I was the last Istar powerful enough to challenge him I didn't have a clue to when I would have to do this.
We sat around the table after dinner. It was lovely to actually sit down and eat with somebody, it had been a few years since the last time I had done that. Strangely enough I was filled with a great feeling of dread. My ears picked up the minute noise, a horse. A horse was riding to Bag End at full speed, the rider obviously not caring about the tracks he was leaving. Knock, whoever the rider was they were here now. Bilbo got up to answer the door and on the way commenting on thoughtless people and interrupting dinner. I only had to wait for a few minutes before Bilbo with a Noldor elf 'My Lord Mithrandir". He stated as he bowed, 'Lord Elrond requests your presence', confused I asked, 'May I enquire to the nature of this summons?' His reply filled one with despair "Estel Elrondion has been taken captive by orcs bearing the white hand of Saruman'. At that answer I sped out of Bag End and rode for Rivendell at all possible haste.
Legolas POV
How could I let Estel get hurt? The emotional guilt that plagued my conscious troubled me far more than the knife wound in my arm. I couldn't bear to meet Lord Elrond's eyes when I told him what happened. He said that he didn't blame me but it didn't matter because I still blamed myself and no one could say anything to change that. Not only had I allowed the yrch to take Estel but now the elves were marching to war and that meant any that died would be on my hands. No, I would not let their deaths be in vain. I don't care if I have to go into the very fires of Mount Doom, but I will get Estel and I will show Saruman what happens to those who mess with the elves. With the majority of the guilt gone I stood up and gathered my things. Walking out into the court yard. I allowed myself to take in its magnificent beauty. Imladris truly was a sight to behold. Its willow and oak trees gently swaying in the cool morning breeze. There leaves fall slowly to the ground. When I see this I wonder, how can a haven like this exist when there is darkness everywhere else. Why am I here, I should be there with Estel. Angry I turned and headed towards the stables. Before I reached them however a brown mare galloped in front of my path a kind face but creased with worry peered out of his pointy gray hat. "Mithrandir" I said as I greeted the ancient wizard. He nodded to me and strode off in the direction of Lord Elrond's study. "Your highness Lord Glorfindel says that Imladris is ready and that we will set out within the hour'. With a ghost of a smile I turned and left to get my weapons.
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