Written by Sunni
Upon the pavilion of the hall of Rivendell, Elrond looked out at the lands around him. In an instant, his gift of foresight began to show him something. He saw a darkened trail and two horses racing thorough the trees. The image he saw cut to a view of a blonde man brushing back the dark hair from a woman's throat as he lowered his mouth to her flesh and began to feed. The soft scream of the woman pierced the darkness as the creature's fangs pierced her flesh. Another cut to the identity of the blonde man.
"The one from Helm's Deep..." Elrond said as he continued to observe what was playing out before his eyes.
The creature opened a wound upon his wrist and placed it to her lips as she began to drink of his blood when another flash soon came. Only this one revealed the identity of the one with the creature. Rising from the ground, she turned towards Spike as Elrond saw her face for the first time in the vision.
His face went ashen with horror as he looked on desperately as he saw her features change to those of the man beside her as a small trickle of his blood ran down the corner of her mouth. Numbly sitting down in one of the chairs upon the pavilion as the leaves rustled in the wind as he said with great sadness and despair, "Yende nîn ..." {My daughter...}
He heard the sound of hurried steps coming towards him and turned to see a frightened Merry coming up the steps after having witnessed the entire ordeal. As he undid the hobbits bonds he said gravely, "I know what you have seen, for I have foreseen it."
Ushering the hobbit inside the hall he heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching along the path and saw that it was Spike and Arwen.
"Ambarenya lanta ada," {Middle-Earth will fall father,} came Arwen's voice, "Uuner hauta men sii..." {Nobody can stop us now...}
"En mine ya hauta lle!" {There is one who can stop you!}
The only response he received was a defiant laugh as the two spurred their horses back into the woods and raced for the borders of Rivendell. Moving through a crowd of elves, Elrond commanded, "Ambardur! Ortainárö! Varnasúl! Hilya amin!" {Ambardur! Ortainárö! Varnasúl! Follow me!}
The three elves followed Elrond and Merry as he strode into the chambers and said, "Cuiv I uuror," {Awaken the fires,}.
Stopping in front of the Shards of Narsil he said to those with him, "Ta luume." {It is time.} The three elves bowed and said in unison, "Uma heru nîn." {Yes My Lord.} and left to start the fires to reforge the sword of Elendil.
As the three worked on reforging the great blade, Elrond began to gather things for the trip he was about to take along with young Merry. The three elves Elrond had commanded to follow worked endlessly on the sword. Being three of the finest swordsmakers in Rivendell, they put all of their skill and talent into this task. By the next morning their work was done and they presented the great sword to Elrond and bowed deeply as he took it from their hands and looked upon the blade that once was broken that was now remade.
Upon the pavilion of the hall of Rivendell, Elrond looked out at the lands around him. In an instant, his gift of foresight began to show him something. He saw a darkened trail and two horses racing thorough the trees. The image he saw cut to a view of a blonde man brushing back the dark hair from a woman's throat as he lowered his mouth to her flesh and began to feed. The soft scream of the woman pierced the darkness as the creature's fangs pierced her flesh. Another cut to the identity of the blonde man.
"The one from Helm's Deep..." Elrond said as he continued to observe what was playing out before his eyes.
The creature opened a wound upon his wrist and placed it to her lips as she began to drink of his blood when another flash soon came. Only this one revealed the identity of the one with the creature. Rising from the ground, she turned towards Spike as Elrond saw her face for the first time in the vision.
His face went ashen with horror as he looked on desperately as he saw her features change to those of the man beside her as a small trickle of his blood ran down the corner of her mouth. Numbly sitting down in one of the chairs upon the pavilion as the leaves rustled in the wind as he said with great sadness and despair, "Yende nîn ..." {My daughter...}
He heard the sound of hurried steps coming towards him and turned to see a frightened Merry coming up the steps after having witnessed the entire ordeal. As he undid the hobbits bonds he said gravely, "I know what you have seen, for I have foreseen it."
Ushering the hobbit inside the hall he heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching along the path and saw that it was Spike and Arwen.
"Ambarenya lanta ada," {Middle-Earth will fall father,} came Arwen's voice, "Uuner hauta men sii..." {Nobody can stop us now...}
"En mine ya hauta lle!" {There is one who can stop you!}
The only response he received was a defiant laugh as the two spurred their horses back into the woods and raced for the borders of Rivendell. Moving through a crowd of elves, Elrond commanded, "Ambardur! Ortainárö! Varnasúl! Hilya amin!" {Ambardur! Ortainárö! Varnasúl! Follow me!}
The three elves followed Elrond and Merry as he strode into the chambers and said, "Cuiv I uuror," {Awaken the fires,}.
Stopping in front of the Shards of Narsil he said to those with him, "Ta luume." {It is time.} The three elves bowed and said in unison, "Uma heru nîn." {Yes My Lord.} and left to start the fires to reforge the sword of Elendil.
As the three worked on reforging the great blade, Elrond began to gather things for the trip he was about to take along with young Merry. The three elves Elrond had commanded to follow worked endlessly on the sword. Being three of the finest swordsmakers in Rivendell, they put all of their skill and talent into this task. By the next morning their work was done and they presented the great sword to Elrond and bowed deeply as he took it from their hands and looked upon the blade that once was broken that was now remade.