#53 Hatred

Elladan and Elrohir watched the carcasses burn as they sheathed their swords. As the fire crackled and the thick black smoke filled the air, the twins were filled with a satisfaction of their deeds that day. Never before did the twins have a desire to kill, to hunt and destroy the spawn of Morgoth as they did now.

Memories filled their mind as they continued watching the bodies of their enemy turn to ash. Memories of the day they found their mother severely beaten, barely alive. Memories of her waking up screaming in terror for her tormentors to cease their torture.

No one dared stop the Sons of Elrond from their constant hunts. Not even Glorfindel or Elrond tried to make them see reason anymore. Whenever they returned no one ventured to even say hello for risk of being lashed at.

It was a terrible sight to watch the twins go from once being happy, loving, playful, and full of life to being full of hatred and anger. The brothers smirked as the last of the orcs was nothing more than a pile of ash and bones before they departed the site moving on to find their next unsuspecting victim.