-Romen
PS- We have forgotten about Elrohir! Oh my; even I have. Sorry, Ro (the angry Elf glares daggers at her) Heh heh...
12. Lost and Found
Elrohir looked up at the sky and frowned. It was nearing nightfall, and he could see dark over-hanging clouds nearing him. It looked as if they were ready to poor down their rain onto the lands. While Elrohir usually liked a good rainfall, he knew that they could be troublesome and dangerous to travel through. He sighed.
A noise that sounded like snapping twigs distracted him. He whirled his head around, drawing his sword. He knew that no Elf would make such a racket; only a mortal could.
The sound came again, except this time slower. The darkness that was quickly surrounded him began to make it more difficult for him to see. He squinted, able to make out a figure. It looked up at him, the weary face suddenly relaxing.
Elrohir felt his sword slip from his hand. He heard it land softly on the leaf covered ground. It took him a while to find his voice.
"Estel?"
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"Klia!"
The woman opened her eyes. She could feel rough hands shaking her awake. She sat up, running her hands through her hair. She looked at Berve. It must be something urgent.
From the darkness in the hut, she could tell that it was well after nightfall. She could hear rain begin to fall from the sky.
"He's gone," Berve said gruffly, his eyes glowing with rage.
Klia immediately knew who he meant. She stood quickly, slipping into her soft shoes and grabbing her cloak. She ran to the hut, rain pelting her shoulders. She hurriedly poked her head in through back the flap and looked around, scanning for signs of Estel.
Oh my goodness. He truly was gone.
"You don't have to tell me," Klia said before Berve could open his mouth. She ran to the stables and jumped onto the back of a gelding. "I'll bring him back," she told her brother. She dug her heels into the gelding and they were off.
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Elladan felt drowsy. He yawned, trying to keep his eyes open. Glorfindel had brought him back to the cave and treated his wounds. He knew now that they were going to begin on Varda. That horse had spirit, he thought to himself, smiling softly. He was sure that was why Legolas had chosen her as his horse. It was one thing that they had in common.
Elladan heard Glorfindel run past him. "What's going on?" The oldest twin didn't try to sit up, but he opened his eyes. "Is Elrohir back?" Thinking of his brother made his heart jump into his throat.
"No, mellon-nin," Glorfindel said softly, his eyes wide with worry. "It is Varda."
"Is she...?" Elladan couldn't bring himself to say it.
Glorfindel shook his head. "No, she lives on yet. But she is not here. She has run off."
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"Ro, I'm fine," Estel grunted, pushing his brother's hands away. "I told you, my wounds were already treated. But what do you mean about Legolas?"
"Legolas has released the madness within," Elrohir explained again, obeying his brother's wishes and leaving him alone. "He thinks that you are dead, as we all did."
Estel sighed, not really understand what the youngest twin meant by 'the madness within'. "Does anyone know where he is?"
Elrohir shook his head. "No. Elladan and Glorfindel went to search for him, but I do not know if they have found him yet."
"Oh." Estel paused. "Wait, wait. Why aren't you with them?" Elrohir looked away guiltily. "Elrohir, what have you done?"
Elrohir grinned. "What have I done, you ask? I have done nothing, but save a weary messenger some time by delivering the message of your spiritual departure from this world to Ada and Arwen. Now, there shall be no need of that." He looked up at the sky and frowned. "However, we should continue. I fear that the rainstorm is about to get worse."
Estel nodded in agreement. "Let's go."
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Klia continued riding on the gelding. She had slowed down to a trot now, however, believing that she was not too far from Estel. She glanced around her, trying to make out his figure in the sheet of heavy rain that was coming down.
A sound to her right made her turn. "Estel?" She heard it again. Klia slid off of the gelding and grabbed his reins, leading him on towards the noise. "Estel, it is me." There was still no answer. She turned to face the gelding. "Stay here," she commanded, letting the reins drop. She began to follow the noise once again.
"It's Klia," she whispered. "I have come to bring you home."
Now there was only silence. Klia sighed. She must have heard a wood animal scurrying for shelter from the rain. She began to turn around.
A hand flew in front of her and, before she could defend herself, she felt a knife at her neck.
"Help me, woman, or you shall find your death."
Guess who that was! Anyway, here are your responses:
Deana: I hope you liked this chapter. It's kind of a transition chapter. You're right about Legolas: poor guy!
- CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur: You're right, Estel needs biiiiiiiggg help. Now that he met up with Ro, though, everything should be okay. Right, Ro? (Ro is still upset and doesn't reply) Crazy Klia's following...Next chapter revolves around her...grr... -
Ridicully L: I'm glad that you like the concept. It's really fun to write about (dodges an inanimate object being thrown by the Prince of Mirkwood). And you're right about the Wild Men; I mean, we're supposed to think they're heathens, yet we hardly know anything about them. It's kind of fun to develop some sort of culture for them.
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IwishChan: Yes, Legolas was not very nice to shoot Dan. It was hard to write. I think that it was hard for Leggy to do, too. He feels a bit guilty (which is a good thing, considering his current state). I hope that you liked this chapter!
Please keep your reviews coming; they are a joy to read!