Disclaimer – of if only I could! The only elves I own are Sarlinna and the four eldest Mirkwood children! The rest are stolen or should I maybe say borrowed property!
Of Young Minds
Chapter Four – Hurt
It was cold and it was muddy. Something was laid out on top of her and it was heavy. Black hair was blowing in her face and she could feel the mud soaking through her clothes. She desperatly wanted to be free of the weight but it wasn't going to move. Giving up on her struggles she lay still and listened to the sounds of the trees. All was quiet. Nothing moved and nothing made a sound. Soft footfalls were barely noticed by the captive elf maid. It was not until she saw the pair of feet before her face did she realise she was not alone. The weight was lifted off her back and strong arms lifted her up. Looking up she saw a familiar face and promptly buried her face in the strong chest. She was safe and she didn't want to be anywhere else. Her Ada had come to her. She was safe.
When Celebrian and Sarlinna did not come back as planed Elrond did not really worry. They had Glorfindel with them. They would be fine. When they still did not show up the next day he began to worry. When lunchtime came Elrond and Thranduil rode out the gates leaving Erestor in charge of the remaining children. The followed the trail easy enough and soon they were stopped. They had come to a clearing. Bodies surrounded the clearing. Elven arrows were scattered around, most in the bodies. A single sword lay broken. An elf maid lay in the centre of the clearing. She was draped, or had fallen, over a smaller being. The elf guard had lifted the body clear of the smaller one and Elrond had rushed over.
Thranduil remembered watching as elves lifted his wife off Arwen. He remembered watching as Elrond ran and scooped his daughter into his arms. He remembered the tears streaking the elf lords' face and he remembered the tears falling from his own eyes. He remembered the shout from an elf as it was found that Sarlinna still breathed. Then he remembered no more.
They were back in Rivendell. Arwen was still clinging to him and Sarlinna was breathing. Thranduil had not left her side. Elrond desperatly wanted to go back out and look for his wife. It seemed Thranduil had forgotten about everyone else but his own wife. Healers were looking after the royal couple while Elrond attempted to control his only daughter. When he had put her down she had screamed and screamed. Only when he lifted her again would she stop. Elrond was longing to search for the others, he wanted, he needed, to know what had hurt his little girl, what was hurting his wife…
Far in the woods, deep in a cave, a little elfling screamed and screamed. The screaming stooped and not a sound more did he make. The orcs laughed as they kicked the little elfling away from them…
Hey sorry for the short chapter…but what more can I say!