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A Father's Vision

Lord Elrond stood in a quiet alcove in the top most level of Minas Tirith, concentrating on the mental conversation he was having with Galadhriel. "What do you see my Lady?" He asked impatiently.

"There is nothing Lord Elrond. Did you say that she had lost her sight?" She asked.

"Yes." He answered.

"My mirror is working. But I believe it is letting me see what she sees, which is nothing. There are sounds and noises all around, but they make no sense to me. I'm afraid my mirror is not going to help you. It concentrates on sight and sound, not feeling or thought. Have you tried to use your vision?" She asked after giving her opinion.

"No. Honestly I am afraid to trust it. I am too close. I'm afraid my own emotions will affect what I see." Elrond admitted.

"I think you must try." Were her final words as the connection ended.

He sighed heavily. What if his vision did not tell them where to find her? A growing feeling of dread had been consuming him for many weeks now, but he had put it down to his fear for Arwen because of her decision to lead a mortal life. But it was becoming apparent that his feeling of dread concerned the other woman that he called daughter. What if his vision showed him horrible things happening to her, but did not tell them where to find her? That was how it had been with his wife. He had seen visions of her torment in his mind, but if not for his son's tracking skills they would have never found her in time to save her. Those visions still haunted his mind. But for Atavus he must risk it.

He calmed his breathing concentrating on the image of Atavus he held in his mind. He could feel his mind searching throughout all of Middle-Earth to find her. The vision hit him abruptly, and the sight nearly caused his tenuous connection to her to be severed. He could see her in a dark room with no windows, lit only with torches. Her eyes were blank, but he could see the pain etched on her face. At first it looked as if she was just standing against a wall, but he could see blood pouring down her arms and legs. Where the blood flow started he could see metal spikes sticking out of her skin on each arm and leg. She had been hung basically on the spikes that pierced her skin. The sight was worse than he could have ever imagined.

He could hear a voice off to her right, but could not force the vision to turn that direction. "If you tell me what I want to know, I can stop this. You will never have to feel this pain again."

She said nothing, but turned her head so she could hear the words better.

"Haven't you suffered enough? It's too bad you can't see anything. I had wanted to see the surprised look on your face when you were brought to me. It has been such a long time." The voice taunted her.

"I didn't need to see your face. I'd recognize your voice any day, brother." She hissed.

Elrond flinched at the word brother. They all had thought the orc was truly dead this time. But then the vision made sense. Only that monster hated her enough to torture her like that. "I know you can't see your accommodations, but I thought you would feel more at home here. These walls were both of our homes for quite some time, weren't they?" He asked in almost a nostalgic tone.

"Maybe yours, but never mine." She said defiantly.

"Well get used to them. They will be your home from now on." The orc said angrily.

Elrond's vision was broken then. He sighed deeply with the image of her impaled on the spikes burned into his eyes. But at least he knew where she was.

Aragorn watched his father enter the thrown room. He could see the stressed look that covered his face. "Ada what have you learned?"

"I'm loath to say it but she has been captured. She is being held by someone who hates her unconditionally." Elrond said not mentioning the torture.

"Who?" Aragorn asked.

Legolas had heard the words and knew of only one being who had held that much hate for her. "But we thought he died."

"This isn't the first time we've been wrong." Elrond answered.

The realization of who it had to be hit Aragorn hard. "The orc. Ugluk. Ada are you sure?"

"Positive. I heard her call him brother in my vision." Elrond assured him.

"Was she hurt?" Legolas asked not really sure if he wanted to know.

How could he tell them of what he saw? He could barely cope with the image himself. But it would be up to them to find her, and they would see for themselves. "Yes." Was his quiet reply.

"How?" Legolas asked.

"Her legs and arms are impaled on steel spikes coming out of the wall." It took great effort to utter those words but he could see the anger that it ignited in the men present. "You must remain calm. There is hope. I know where she is being held." Elrond tried to assure them.

"Where?"

"Minas Morgul." He said the dark words. He still remembered a better time when it had been called Minas Ithil and was ruled by the kings of Gondor.

"One last question Ada. Her sight?" Aragorn asked.

Elrond just shook his head remembering the blank stare she had held in his vision.

"We ride immediately." Aragorn said insistently.

"But Estel your kingdom." Elrond started to object.

"Has gone many years without a king, and can withstand a short while longer. Right now this is more important Ada. I will leave Faramir in charge." Aragorn said giving orders to those around him. He planned on being prepared for anything.

He noticed Gimli standing to the side waiting patiently for him to finish giving orders. "Gimli my friend I can not ask you to accompany us. You have already done more than your share for the people of Middle-earth."

"Do you know what my cousin Garin would do to me if I did not try to help his friend?" Gimli said in jest, but he was dead serious about joining them. "I still follow where you lead my friend."

"Thank you, my friend." Aragorn said.

Author's Note: Sorry I know it's another short chapter but I promise the next will be longer. Next chapter Atavus vs. Ugluk. I can't wait.