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Title: Storm Warning (#132)
Author: irishelf
Chapters: 11

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Lord of the Rings
Description: Ill weather has befallen Rivendell, and it's not just the weather that needs to be watched out for.
Published: 18 Jul 2003
Updated: 25 Jul 2003
Warnings: Violence, cruelity, in short torture
Type: Action/adventure
Characters: Elrond;Estel


Chapter 1 - Ill tidings

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To an ill fated father,
And a lost mother,
A child is born.
The future of their child,
Hangs by a blood lined thread.
Generations carved his future,
But what he longs,
He may never have.
For he is the last the nobles.
If he dies prematurely,
So does his line.

(*)

"Estel! Estel!" Elrond ran down the corridors of his cliff side home. "Estel!"

So many times the lord of this land lost his son. Adopted after his mother could no longer care for him. The child's mother was to over welmed by the loss of her husband, and the knowledge of others wanting to kill her son. Deciding it was best she left the child with the only person she knew would protect him; Lord Elrond.

"Estel!" Elrond stopped to catch his breath.

"Father!" One of his biological sons ran up. "I cannot find Estel any were."

Elrond looked at his son, silently he cursed himself for loosing Estel. Outside a storm was brewing, not only weather wise. Pushing back his hair Elrond try to figure out were possibly his son maybe. He couldn't have just vanished, it was inconceivable. Elves guarded this place maliciously, no one would have been able to get in or out without one of them seeing.

"Elrohir where is your brother."

"He said he was searching the garden for Estel, something about he saw him there before." Elrohir answered.

Elrond stood up strait, striding towards the garden, hopefully both his sons would be found there.

'*'
Elladan pushed aside some branches, softly walking into a clearing. There before him lay young Estel asleep at the base of a statue, a woman prayed at the top. This statue was built in dedication to Estel's mother when she left him here. Estel never knew that, but he always seemed drawn to this place, some where in his heart he knew.

The wind blew hard, with the coming storms rustling up the leaves. Gently Elladan kneeled down next to Estel and scooped him up in his arms. Estel whimpered not happy with being disturbed, but Elladan laughed lightly. His little adopted brother could be so amusing at times.

"Estel, you know you should not be sleeping out here." Elladan scolded. "Especially with a storm approaching."

"But-"

"No buts Estel, we leave now, father probably has lost his mind with worry by now."

"Yes, big brother." Estel said quietly.

Walking of the little clearing with Estel in his arms, Elladan missed a shadow as it moved away. Far away thunder rumbled, eager to be let loose on the cannon city of Rivendell. Here things were so benign, the safest place you could ever find. Little ever happened in the way of trouble, except maybe stray orcs.

"Father over here!" Elladan called walking up the stairs.

"Thank the elven gods, you found him, were was he." Elrond sighed taking Estel from Elladan.

"Sleeping by that statue in the garden father." Elladan answered.

"You sleep in the bathroom Elly." Estel snapped.

Elrohir chuckled hearing what Estal had said.

"Yes, Elladan sleeps in the weirdest places, but you should not sleep out here. You can catch a cold, and besides there is a storm coming young Estal." Elrond said softly.

"Can I go sleep with Ro, and Elly?" Estel whispered not liking storms.

"Yes, you can go sleep with them." Elrond glared at the twins. "You two have any problems with that.

"No father." The twins answered in unison.

Together the three walked back into the house, as the winds outside began to blow harder. Trees bowed to the winds, as the family entered their house. Soon enough the rain would fall watering the plants, giving life to them once more. Around Rivendell the residents scurried to their homes. Others tucked further into the trees, looking up into the storm memorized. Lighting flashed immersing the city in a bright white flash.

Night was coming.

(*)

Continue, Yes? No?


Chapter 2 - Worsening

Young son,
Ignore the storm,
That surrounds your bed.
Consuming your world,
Consuming your soul.
Wanting to destroy you,
From the outside in.
Shush now go to sleep.
Pay no attention,
To the screams.
Screams that mingle
with the thunder
And blood that splatters
With the lightning.

(*)

Elrond pulled a big fluffy feather down quilt over his sons. Outside rain had begun to fall, but they didn't notice in the least. The twins were feeling silly being tucked in by their dad. Only Estel, at only three years of age enjoyed it. Well, besides Elrond who didn't get this chance everyday. Only whenever a thunderstorm approached.

"Good night my sons." Elrond said kissing their foreheads.

"Night father." The twins responded in unison.

Estel slid further under the blanket, no words being spoke. This prompted a stifled laugh from Elrond. Lightly as most elves Elrond walked towards the door. Looking at the boys one last time before shutting the door. A peaceful night begun beneath troubled skies. Shushed by the walls thunder rumbled on. Oddly Elrond couldn't help but to wonder if this storm could turn into the worse of the century.

"Lord Elrond, excuse me." A voice whispered from behind Elrond.

"Yes," Elrond turned around.

"Our patrols had to come in, the storm is getting to bad for us to stay out. Still some patrols are unaccounted for."

Elrond nods in acknowledgment. "We will worry about that in the morning. For now the other patrols can ride out the storm were ever they can find protection. Go home, and prepare in case this storm gets worse."

"Thank you Lord Elrond." The elf bowed slightly then hurried away.

Dragging his feet Elrond headed off towards his bed. Raising his hand to rub his eyes tiredly, numbed by the longing for sleep. On average he was up for three, maybe four days before he needed rest. Today was his fifth day up; Estal was the reason for that delay in rest. Now he was safe with Elrohir and Elladan he could now sleep.

Hours passed in a flash as the house hold slept. The storm had since moved in over the elven city. Lightning and thunder disturbed some of the residence, others were still unaware. Wind howled like a hungry warg, growing in velocity in the passing moments. Something was coming that rarely came to Rivendell, a feeling that soon awoke the lord.

Sitting up he watched the storm outside rage through his storm window. Leaves and small objects flew by tossed relentlessly by the storm. Lightning flashed, and thunder cracked loudly. Loud enough to make Elrond start in surprise. In the dying of the thunder he picked up a scream; human like.

Moving quickly, Elrond hurried to check on his sons. He was certain that the storm had awoken them by now. But as Elrond opened the door he saw else wise. This time he was wrong.

Elrohir was on his right side, curled around Estel, who was still on his back. Elladan was on his left side, reaching over Estel to hug Elrohir. Momentarily Elrond wondered if his youngest son could breathe in the tangle of his brothers. Then her remembered kids are known for breathing at the most unlikely of times.

(F)

Elrohir and Elladan sat in the study, neither of them reading, or holding a book. To make matters worse they had to innocent of a look on their faces. This could never mean anything good. Innocence and the twins always equaled trouble. This day in particular, because Estel was missing.

"Have you seen your brother?" Elrond asked.

"Yeah right beside me." Elrohir smarted.

"No not Elrohir, Estel."

"Despite your insult for calling me Elrohir," Elladan started. "No not recently."

"Really, then what are you sitting on?" Elrond asked noticing the lump beneath the twins.

"Nothing new cushion I guess." Elrohir's eyes darted around.

The lump began to giggle and squirm a little bit. Being the observant father he was, Elrond caught every giggle, and every movement.

"Right, Elrohir, Elladan, up now."

"Yes father." The twins groaned in unison.

The twins rose, moving away from the bench. Reaching down Elrond pulled off the cushion to see Estal on his back. Besides being sweaty and out of breathe he was fine. In the matter of fact he was still finding this completely hilarious. Trying to suppress the will of sitting on his two sons he glares at the twins.

"Why?"

(E)

Comforted by that memory from back when Estel was only two, Elrond left. Leaving the door open so he could hear any happenings in the room. Thunder cracked again, sounding very angry with the world. Slowly Elrond made his way to his bed, were he lay down. To troubled by the storm to fall sleep.

Trouble that soon came, with the sound of something crashing into the house. Elrond shot strait up in his bed. It was by the kids room, he had to get them now.

***

Okay, yeah um second chapter I worked on last night so yeah decided to post today.


Chapter 3 - Lost

Winds that blow,
Winds that destroy.
Hiding a presence,
Poisonous and deadly.
Young little child,
Your lonesome father,
Can't help you.
Surrender to us,
Surrender to me.

(*)

Desperate Elrond ran to were his sons were resting. The night had turned to an inauspicious turn of events. One such unlucky turn of events appeared before Elrond's eyes. A tree had been uprooted in the storm, crashing into what was once the room the boys were in. The room was a loss, completely crushed beneath the bulk of the tree. When it fell it forced the floor to the level below. Elrond felt as if he could hurl from sheer worry for his sons.

Wasting no more time, Elrond entered the storm. Pulling away detachable branches, and small pieces of debries. Tossing them unceremoniously into the hallway to be dealt with later. His sharp eyes scanned desperately for anything that resembled a bed, or clothing. Instead he found dirtied hand. Wind and rain pelted Elrond, as he grabbed the hand. With a mighty, but gentle tug Elrond pulled the elf out.

It was one of the twins he had pulled free. In the frenzy Elrond could not figure out which twin it was. Frightened eyes lock unto Elrond, confused about what just went on. Despite blood from cuts, bruises, and being shaken, the twin looked all right. Hopefully the other two would have just such a luck.

"Where are your brothers?" Elrond asks over the storm.

"I... I... I... I-" Thunder cracked. "We were heading for the door and-" The twin voice broke.

Heart sinking lower, Elrond began pulling away at the tangle of debris. Numbly the rescued twin helps his father, he to was concerned for his brothers. Having been through the collapse he held little hope of finding them in good health, much less alive.

Lightning flashed, illuminating a dark figure that stood on the tree. Elrond froze, having caught site of the figure out of the corner of his eye. Danger was around, his elven senses were screaming out warnings. Thunder cracked loudly, as Elrond reached his hand over to touch his son. He did not want to provoke who, or whatever that was above him. It was not just for the fact he was unarmed, but two of his sons still remain somewhere below him.

"Get my sword." Elrond ordered in almost a whisper.

"What?"

The twin looked up to see the same dark figure in another flash of light. No more needed to be said. A burst of sudden energy the twin was off. The sudden movement of the twin, encouraged the figure to attack. Elrond rolled to his left, just barely missing an arrow that pieced the ground were he was. Adrenaline pumping, Elrond made a quick move to stand. Another arrow almost pierced his foot, cringing Elrond drew back into the hallway.

"Who are you?" Elrond shouts out blinded temporarily by the storm.

A sharp pain erupts through Elrond, invading every corner of his body like an electrical shock. Taking a few seconds as thunder crackeled Elrond looked at his right side. His hands securely wrapped around the arrow in his side. It had hit the last of his ribs, shattering it. Knowing it did not go much deeper, Elrond pulled out the arrow doubling over in pain.

The form cursed in a human tongue, he was aiming for Elrond's chest. If not for the lightning he could have maybe hit his mark. Still a wounded elf was better to take on then a healthy elf. The form climbed down from the tree, knowing the lighting would make it impossible to shoot at an elf taking cover in a house.

Elrond groaned in paim, glancing around in the darkness for the figure. For once he was anxious for the lighting to come. It was his only source of light in this thick blanket of darkness. Elf eyes could usually see a lot in the dark, but that was only if there was any light around to bounce off objects. Cursing, Elrond forced himself to stand, his injury meant nothing right now.

"I ask again, who are you?" Elrond hissed.

Off to his left Elrond caught a glimpse of a sword as a small flicker of lightning peeked out. Easily Elrond dodges, the sword only slicing air. Soon enough Elrond discovered that was a bad move. A strong rope wrapped around his neck pulling him upwards. Elrond gasped for air as his throat it was being constricted, fear filled his eyes as the swordsman approached him for the kill. He pulled at the rope trying to get air, there was nothing more he could do.

"Father catch!" The voice of his son rang out.

Lightning flashed in full splendor with a quick to come thunder. This worked for Elrond, for he was not the one blinded this time. He caught his sword with the tip of his fingers, pulling it to his palm before it fell. As the light faded he cut the rope around his neck. A war cry rang out as he charged the swordsman.

'Get the elf.' The swordsman shouted.

The swords clashed together with a high pitched ring. Both twirled around with great skill, but the arrow injury made Elrond slower. He could not out maneuver the human. Sporting a new cut on his shoulder Elrond backed off. The human wished not for that and he attacked again. This time the swords locked together, seeing who was stronger. The human grinned evilly, swiftly he brought up his knee jamming it into Elrond's injured side.

Screaming loudly, Elrond stumbled back holding his side. Lightning flickered, and Elrond felt more pain shoot through his body. Another arrow had been shot into him, yet again a poor shot. It ran at an angle into his shoulder blade, it became to indebted in bone to continue on and damage the organs beneath.

"Father!" The twin shouted jumping at the swordsman.

The swordsman cursed, the weight of the elf stopping him from finishing Elrond. The elf hung on for dear life, looking at his father who looked at him weakly. The twin heart skipped a beat as he saw his father rise to his feet, running towards them. Breaking from the twins hold, the swordsman pushes out his sword. The sword sliding through the flesh of his father so easily. The twin didn't have time to react as he felt a pain in his mid back, paralizing everything below.

His body stunned, he falls to the ground. The human looking back to see one of his colleagues, and the elf laying helpless on the floor.

'Give up, or your son dies.'

Elrond collapses to his knee, staring at his son. For the first time in the last few moments he recognized witch twin it was. Lightning flashed and thunder cracked, signaling hail to begin to pelt the ground. Body winding down, Elrond rests his head on the floor.

"Elladan." Elrond whispers.

'Do you know who you just brought down.' His colleague whispered.

'Who?' The swordsman asks.

'Elrond, the lord of this place.'

'Good tie him up, we'll take him with us.' The swordsman sheaves his sword. 'Find the child?'

'Yes, and he still lives.'

The bowman from before comes in from the storm, bruised a bit by the hail. The colleague walks up to Elrond his sword still out.

'Elrond.' He said like a command.

Elrond lifted his head, the man slammed the butt of his sword against Elrond's head. Rendering the elf unconscious.

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AN: Stressed author here, wanna get this done really fast so I've put in long hours on this fic, please let me know how it is, and if there is anything anyone would like to see. I'm a open author I like to serve peoples needs.


Chapter 4 - Eye of the storm

Drunken fools,
Dancing in circles.
Doing things for another,
Deeds that will mean their end.
Do not believe for a second;
Devil won't save you either.

(*)

The group of men stopped, bogged down by the storm. Horses kicked up, wishing to run from the storm all around them. One man approached wiping his soggy bangs out of his face futilely, his face held genuine concern. The leader, the swordsman, looked at him waiting for any good news. Though he knew truthfully that in this weather there would be no good news.

'We can't go much further in thi-" Thunder drowned out his words. '-wirling winds.'

The swordsman cursed, 'We press on.'

Any man in the unit knew that any cave around here was still Rivendell territory. Rule one of kidnapping anyone is, you get out of the territory as fast as possible. Twirling winds, tornados, were just means of covering their tracks. As it was behind them, Rivendell was devastated. More trees had fallen, even roofs have been torn off in the unforgiving winds. No one would dare pursue them in this weather.

So the group pressed on, forcing themselves to against the winds, watching carefully for tornados. Even at times following the path of destruction. The hours before they made it to a human house they had lost of forth of the group to the elements. Mainly deaths from hail, some from falling debris. Anyone who gotten stuck was given a quick death, they would leave no witnesses behind.

A woman hurried them into a dug out cellar, that looked kind of like a hobbit hole. Here they were on the borders of Rivendell, but not in enemy territory.

(*R*)

The storm over Rivendell had reached it's calm center. Several elves took this time to migrate to the caves surrounding the city. Seeing Elrond house in near ruin the guardsman hurry to see if everyone was all right. Knowing their window of opportunity was growing shorter. Armed with torches they rushed on to the royal house.

In the hallway they discovered Elladan still on the floor unmoving. Under torch light they could see blood on the floor, and a discarded arrow with even more blood. Cautiously they approached Elladan, wondering if the people who did this were still around. Much to their surprise Elladan began to speak.

"Father was taken." Elladan said in a pain filled voice. "I think Estel to, Elrohir..."

Elladan broke out in tears thinking about his brother still in the debris. How much pain could his brother be in right now. No one right now was in the right position to help him either. Gently a guardsman placed a cloak over Elladan.

"Check the debris for survivors."

"Sir, we can't the storms coming back."

"I'm sorry Elladan, we can look later."

The twin would have lost it right there, but he felt strong arms pick him up. His back ached painfully, but none more then the ache in his heart. Today had to be the worst day of all his years alive, how could it possibly have gotten worse. Elladan closed his eyes as they descended from the broken house.

(*D*)

Elrohir heard elven voices, he tried to move but his legs were trapped under part of the roof. Around him trapped water was building up and it already was up to his waist with more water pouring in at every second. Frustrated he slapped the beam and pulled air into his aching body.

"Help! In here!"

It was no use, for soon he heard them headed away. Slapping the water, Elrohir thought this was a dandy way to die. Drowning in the debris of his house. At least Estel was pulled out even if it was by the enemy. Rain began to pour down again, causing Elrohir to moan in disbelief that this still was not over.

(*H*)

The bowman approached the unconscious elf with a pair of hastily made shackles. That years before held a prisoner here. If there was anything a human learned most over the centuries, was to never leave an elf tied with a rope for long. They would either break it, or slip out of it. Just like a pig out of an oily mans arms. Rolling over Elrond he cut free his arms, and placed on the shackles, cringing at how much blood already accumulated on the floor.

The woman of the house walked over to them with a bowl and a lot of bandages. Gently she laid them beside Elrond, returning to get the hot water of the fire.

'Sam why bother he's just an elf.' The bowman growled.

'He's still a living being Bono." The woman snapped back.

Bono growled again and moved to the corner of the dug out. Satisfied no one would bug her she began to clean out the wounds. First was removing his shirt, which she only could do by cutting it off. This woke the elf from his unconscious state.

'You are badly hurt do not move.' She ordered Elrond.

Eyes barely cracked open by the pain in his body, Elrond stared at her while she wiped out the most severe of his wounds. Were the sword had pierced trough him when he was trying to save his son. Lifting up her skirts she slipped out a bottle, most obviously alcohol of some sort.

'I'm sorry this will hurt.' She warned Elrond.

Sam poured the liquid, a strong whisky, unto Elrond's wounds. The elf tensed, sucking in a breathe trying not to scream. Calmly she sewed it up with great skill. She then packed gauze around the wound and began to wrap it. Cleaning and sewing the exit wound just the same. When it seemed Elrond's waist grew four inches with wrappings she tied it off.

'Why do you associate with these people?' Elrond asked in her tongue.

She looked at him momentarily startled before checking out his shoulder wound, ignoring the first arrow wound.

'Matter of survival.' She answered.

'Let me get free with my son and you can come live with us elves.' Elrond offered.

'Life is not like that dear elf. Humans and elfs are two different beings. I could never be happy living in a world were I'll be isolated from anyone else like me. But I cannot just abandon human society for what they do wrong cause it will mean my death.' Sam said her voice heavy. 'With orcs, wargs, and other fowl creatures scouring middle earth, all races must stick together. I wish not to die, so I help these fowl creatures.'

Elrond stared at the woman, then his head collapsed back. He didn't have much energy to stay awake, if he wasn't so ured to these types of injures he would have been dead by now. Opening his eyes he looks at the woman again as she wrapped up his shoulder to.

'The arrow is to stuck in the bone, and they broke off the shaft so I'm sorry it'll have to stay in. Here take a swig of this it'll help with your pain.'

Without asking Elrond took a swig of the whiskey, his face contorting as it burned its way down his throat.

'My son they brought him with, he's human like you.' Elrond's voice sounded raspy.

'I'll ask, you get some rest.'

Sam watched as the elf slumped back, he had passed out. She picked up the bowl of blood soaked water and bloody rags walking to the corner to dispose of later. Looking at the men she noticed a young child among them, human. This had to be the elf's son. Sympathy overwhelmed her as she heard the boy cry for his dad. It was like as if he didn't know his father was not to far away.


Chapter 5 - Passing

The first of the storm has passed,
The eye has come and gone.
Now comes the worst,
For the worst always come last.
But for you dear son,
When will the storm be over?

(*)

'Elf awake, elf.'

Elrond moaned, forcing his eyes open. Before him Bono stood with an emotionless face. Carefully Elrond shifted to a more comfortable position. But the shackles holding his arms behind his back didn't help any. The cold steal bit into his wrist relentlessly. Seeing Elrond awake, Bono took a few steps back.

'Your son was annoying us, we decided to let him see you for a few moments.' Bono scoffed at a thought in his head. 'Not like he's going to be on this earth much longer.'

Before Elrond could question what he meant, he saw Estel being dragged towards him. The man raised a stick, hitting Estal in the shoulder. Estel squawked, holding his shoulder. Obviously he was trying not to cry, witch was so brave of a young child. Still this angered Elrond how they dared treat his son.

"Estel, son, calm down." Elrond spoke softly.

Estel paused, looking finally at his father. As if nothing was wrong around them, Estel's face lit up. Pulling away from the men he ran to Elrond, wrapping his arms around his fathers waist. How much he longed to hug his son back, but the shackles held him back.

"How are you my son?" Elrond asked.

"I'm fine father." Estel said bravely.

Bono slapped Estel hard. 'Humans don't speak filth, speak in our tongue.'

'He does not know your tongue.' Elrond hissed at Bono, making a note to kill the man for hurting his son.

'Then we'll fix that.' Bono scorned.

Grabbing Estel from Elrond, he began to beat the child. Like if he could beat what elf was in him out. All the teaching, all the years with his adopted family, all his memories. Elrond struggled from his spot to try to protect his son. Bono didn't seem to notice his intentions bent on Estel. Nearly screaming, Elrond watched as Bono kicked his son hard in the solar plexus.

'Please your going to kill him. Punish anyone for this punish me, I adopted him, I raised him.' Elrond shouted.

Bono spun around really fast decking Elrond. 'Your right elf, it is your fault. But no worry you won't be raising this wretched boy much longer. He will be executed for who we assume his parents are.'

'You can't!' Elrond screamed.

'We can, and we will.'

'But why?'

'Because, it's time change came to Gondor. We don't need any crown princes showing up.' Bono scratches his head thoughtfully. 'Don't know how many kids we murdered reassuring this.'

'Sick bastard!'

Bono kicks Elrond in the shattered rib, causing Elrond to double up. Eventually he lost all grip on consciousness. Something he did not want to do, because his young son needed protection against the man who wished to beat him. Had Elrond really made a mistake in raising Estel?

'Filth.' Bono spat on Estel.

Estel groaned loudly holding his stomach. Weakly he crawled over to his father were he curled up against his form. Finding some security just feeling him. Barring his face into her fathers bandaged chest he began to cry.

(*D*)

Elrohir pushed his head up as far as he could. The rain water was now past his chin and he was loosing his ability to breathe very quickly. All around him he herd his world crash, then silence. The storm was now abating, maybe now they could find him. Taking a deep breathe, Elrohir came submerged in the water. Oddly Elrohir relaxed, floating in the water like a body.

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AuthorNote: What do you think? Does this style work, and don't worry next chapter I'll have more content. Promise. I'd really love some feed back, even if it's just an email.


Chapter 6 - Aftermath

The storm has passed,
The clouds have gone.
Still another storm rages,
Beneath the clear blue sky.
Watch your step,
Watch your mouth.
Dear child of fate:
Your storm has just,
begun.

(*)

Bono woke to the wrong side of existence. Grabbing a thin stick he strode around the confines of the cellar hitting anyone, and anything that dare cross his path. Not even his boss, the swordsman dared to cross his path. Wanting to get away from this Sam opened the cellar door to reveal that the worse of the storm had gone. Also that her house no longer was around, destroyed in the last of the storm.

'It's clear.' Sam announced.

Before Bono could, the swordsman approached Elrond. Staring half amused at the child that huddled so close to this elf for comfort. It was as if this elf was the human true father. The swords man face contorted as he shook the elf, that was a sickening thought. At first Elrond didn't come around, but eventually he stirred. Instantly his sharp elven eyes lock on the swordsman.

'I haven't introduced myself, names Vic, now get moving before Bono give you a reason to move.' The swordsman introduced himself.

Elrond grunted, "Estel, young one, awake."

"Father, I don't want to." Estel complained in elvish.

Bono picked up on Estel speaking elvish, wasting no time he strode over.

"Estel shh, don't speak elvish remember, now wake b-"

Elrond was inturped when Estel was pulled from him by Bono. Estel screamed, reaching desperately for his father could not help him. Scanning the beams on the convex shaped room, Bono picked out one best suited for him. Tossing a rope over it, he tired one end around the screaming child's hands. Hoping that it would hold him long enough for a suitable punishment.

Knowing what was next, Vic took the line pulling the child up a few feet off the ground, then tied it off. Better Bono got this over with then delay them in moving on. Estel squirmed above the ground, his eyes showed pure terror. He didn't like pain, but he knew it was coming.

'Please don't!'

Bono slapped Elrond's shoulder with the stick he was holding. Elrond cringed as he felt the arrow drive in a little more into his skin. Glaring at the men, they knew what they had to do; Keep Elrond quiet while Bono did his thing. One looked coolly at Elrond.

'Elf, don't want the boy to be beat to death today you'll shut that mouth of yours.' One snapped.

Elrond shut his mouth, staring horrified at his son. Bono twirled the stick in his hand, then whipped Estel with it. The stick made a noise at it moved though the air, then a sickening noise as it connected with flesh. As hard as Estel tried to not cry he began to. Spurring Bono to whip him harder.

Thin trails of blood soon appeared on Estel's back. The skin was now broken by the force of the blows. Blows that fell were ever, as Estel's body swung on the rope helplessly. As the stick connected with Estel's face again, his hands slipped from the rope. With a loud thud Estel landed on the floor.

'I don't want to hear you speak that filthy language again you got it?'

Estel whimpered and cowered away as Bono grabbed his shirt. Bringing his fist down on Estel's face. Legs unable to hold him Estel collapsed. Fearfully he watches as Bono straddled his legs, nearly breaking them under his weight. Then the blows began to fall as if Estel was just a sack of flour.

'Bono enough your going to kill him.' Vic ordered. 'I said enough!'

Vic grabbed Bono forcibly pulling him off of Estel. Glancing over, Vic saw how broken the kids body was from the beating with a stick, and Bono's strong punches. If it wasn't for tiny breaths he would have figured the child for dead. Enough blood covered the kid, and splattered on the floor.

'Why did you stop me?' Bono yelled.

'Because it's not our place to execute the child.' Vic answered back his voice venomous. 'The child's death with come soon enough. If your lucky you might be able to hold the ax this time.'

'Promise.'

'Yes, now start packing up we move in a few.' Vic looked at the woman. 'Bree is a long distance off yet, we'll need a nurse to keep them alive for now. You ether come freely, or as a slave.'

'I'll come.' Sam says hurrying towards Estel. 'Besides the child barely lives.'

Sam looked over at the elf, who she noticed was crying. One thing she was always told elves were incapable of doing. Looking away ashamed of what she was doing, she picked up Estel gently, afraid of breaking his body anymore then it already was.

'There's a cart still out their, would make it easier to sneak these two into Bree.' Sam said suddenly. 'It only needs to be cleared of some debris.'

Vic nodded then quietly walked outside.

(*R*)

A large chunk of debris is pulled away from what was once the boys room. Below the elf was dark floating hair, tangling around two pale lifeless hands. The feeling of dread filled the elf, this couldn't be. Turning around he whistled loudly to get the other elves over by him. Together they began to bail out accumulated water, hoping by some frail chance that the elf still could be revived.

From the hall Elladan sat, immobile. His legs still refused to listen to him from the blow he took, still he did not want to just stay in bed while his brother was trapped. But it didn't' escape his eye as a group of elves converged on one spot they must have found him. At first his hope of his brother being alive was high, but as he saw watered being tossed aside his hopes sunk.

Minutes passed agonizingly before, they stopped and an elf climbed down. When the elves didn't move Elladan grew worried.

"I'm sorry." One of them said locking eyes with Elladan.

Back screaming, Elladan forced himself out of the chair. Falling unto the floor, his brother could not be dead. His back screamed in pain but he didn't care, he had to get to his twin. One elf broke from the group, picking up Elladan. Carrying him to the hole so he could see his brother.

Gently together they handed Elladan down into the hole. Elladan's hand brushed Elrohir's cold lifeless face. Helplessness rose up in Elladan.

"Elrohir!" Elladan shouted slapping him.

Nothing happened.

"Elrohir please."

Elladan forced open his brothers mouth forcing in a breathe, then rubbing his twins still chest.

"Come on Elrohir please."

The elves looked away respectively.

Elladan forced in another breath and punched his brothers chest. Cries began to over take him, so he hugged his lifeless brother. Wishing so much that he to could join his brother right now. Slowly the elves began to move away, they would come back for Elladan in a few hours.

Elrohir coughed loudly his body jerking. Elladan sat strait up and stared at his brother like he just was making this up. All the other elves froze as Elrohir coughed again louder, his body definitely shaking. Slowly his brothers eyes opened looking at Elladan's tear streaked face curiously.

"You never cry, baby." Elrohir croaked out.

Elladan slapped his brother then hugged him. "Don't you dare scare me like that again."

"Sorry." Elrohir whispered slipping back into unconsciousness.

"Come on get him out!" The elf down by Elladan called out.


Chapter 7 - Bree

Take my hand my son,
We'll make it together.
I'm sorry this had to be,
But on my life,
I'll get you back home,
I promise.
Now close your eyes,
Dream of home.

(*)

The cargo wagon bounced down the trail to Bree. Looking behind her Sam looked down at the elf. He lay on his side protectively wrapped around the human. Black hair, that reminded her of the color of ravens feathers, drifted over the child body like a blanket. Turning back around she looked at her friend, Samuel, that got coaxed into taking the reigns. Sam couldn't help but wonder if what she was doing was incredibly wrong. After all they are going to kill a child after all, and make an elf suffer until his dying days.

'It's still a day and a half to Bree Sammy, I would not get to attached.' Samuel warned.

'I can't help it.' Sam whispered.

'I know, but try.'

Bono evilly looked at Sam, and Samuel, he knew they were talking. What about, he didn't know, but he wouldn't allow for it. All he didn't need right now would be a mutiny. Kicking his horse, he trod up to them. Both shut up at the appearance of Bono, knowing full well he had a short temper.

'I advise you two to shut up before I accuse you of being traitors and kill you myself.' Bono paused. 'You don't want to meet a death more horrible then your daughter and your husband now do you?'

Sam dropped her head staring at her hands. So hard she tried to forget about her daughter and husband. Killed by orcs in their own home. The same one destroyed by the storm. Samuel stared sympathetically at Sam, he to lost family members that day. Chuckling Bono rode ahead, taking place back by Vic.

Sam took a quick glance backwards, to see the elf lords eyes looking at her. Unable to take it she collapsed on Samuel and began to cry. Holding a calm poker face, Samuel focused on the road ahead.

(*R*)

"Ow, ow, ow, ow."

Elladan looked up from his chair and at his brother who walked around. He shouldn't have been up walking around, his legs were still in need of healing. Still it was not up to him to tell his stubborn brother what to do. Dropping his arm over the arm of the chair, Elladan stared thoughtfully at Elrohir.

"What Elladan?" Elrohir asked thinking his brother was going to bitch.

"The humans are to smart, were on middle earth would they head to. Some place we would not think they would go." Elladan pondered.

"Easy, if I were human and I kidnapped father, and little brother I would not head towards Mirkwood, or Bree." Elrohir clapped his hands together, quickly running out the door.

Elladan's head shot up as he stared after his brother. Elrohir definitely will regret moving that fast on his injured legs.

(*D 1 3/4 L*)

The now covered wagon approached Bree. Along the way some of Vic's men broke off to serve as a patrol, and to limit the numbers going into Bree. At the gate of Bree, Samuel jumped off the wagon pounding on the door. With how many refugees around from the storm, they would be lucky if they would be given admittance.

'No more refugees,' The voice shouted from behind the wall.

'It's me and Sam!" Samuel called back.

The window on the door opened. 'Long time no see, I'll let you in you are after all are more then welcome here.'

The gate opened, allowing them in, along with Vic's remaining men. The streets were jammed packed with people, so much so that there was barely any room for the cart to pass. Encouraging his horse faster, Vic took the lead. There was someplace pacific they needed to be. A few buildings past the Prancing Pony, he turned them into an alley. Bono then dismounted knocking on a back door.

Slowly the door opened, revealing a fat butcher.

'You finally, put the child in the cellar.' The butcher said closing the door.

Bono nodded leading them over to a small set of doors that hardly looked like they belonged to a cellar. Opening them up he notions for Sam to get them. Gracefully she hops over the back of her seat by Elrond and Estel. Carefully she unwinds the young boy from Elrond.

'Come before they hurt you again.' Sam ordered in a disembodied voice.

Elrond rose with some difficulty having inability to use his hand. Vic grabbed him by the arm pulling him the back of the wagon, shoving him towards Bono. Who in return shoved him into the cellar not caring when Elrond fell. Sam cringed a little, knowing Elrond must have broke something in that fall.

'Careful Sam, long way down.' Bono teased.

Sam walked past Bono, holding Estel close to her chest. She leapt down carefully down into the cellar, cringing at the distance she fell before she hit ground. She stood momentarily not moving, letting the pain slip form her legs.

'Be careful human.' Elrond spoke, voice pained.

Sam grunted at Elrond, the light from the open cellar doors disappearing. Walking forward she felt with her foot till she found were Elrond lay, then laid down his son next to him. Right now she didn't want responsibility of a child she knew would die eventually. Walking over to a corner she felt out a small fireplace that all cellars had. For any underground room was usually built for a wine cellar.

Elrond watches Sam carefully as she lit the fire with some empty crates she found. Since Bono talked to her about her family, Sam's demeanor had totally changed. He could do nothing for her though, he had his son to worry about right now.

"Estel, little one, wake up." Elrond whispered to Estel.

'I'm going to get something to eat.' Sam said walking quickly towards the cellar doors.


Chapter 8 - knowen

A troubled mother,
Who lost her family.
A troubled father,
Who might loose his son.
One knows what it is to loose,
The other has still yet to learn.
Still both in there time,
Will feel equal pain.

(*)

Sam walked into the Prancing Pony, the place would be packed with drunks probably cause of the storm. Sighing she walks past the man at the bar, hearing giggling off to her side. It was no drunk either, pausing she stared at a young family. A woman about her age, with a child about the age her daughter would be. Happy, unlike she was, her heart drops. Happy like she could have been. Frowning she orders some stew for the prisoners.

Having gotten her order quickly, Sam wandered back to the cellar food in hand for the two beings within. Dread filled her heart for the outcome of this when all was said and done. As she entered her eyes fell upon the sleeping child.

'Little one waken I have brought food for you both.' A tear stained face met hers and her heart sank into her knees. Would she be able to go through with this? 'Come eat something' she said.

Instead the small child, who had awoken while she was away, moved over to the elf and whispered into his ear something she could not understand. His fragile body was covered with bruises, and blood stained his clothing. Frustrated and not wanting to show them she was about to cry, she put the bowl of food on the floor. Glaring coldly at the child who cowered from her.

'Fine well, feed yourselves I'm not your hand maiden.' Sam snapped.

"It's okay Estel." Elrond backed against a wall so he could sit up. "Eat, it's good for you. It will give you energy to heal."

Estel looked at the bowl of food, nervously he walked over to it. Taking it he walked back to his father, deciding it would be best to sit on Elrond's lap to eat. But before he ate he looked at Elrond.

"Father, why do they wish to harm me?" the small child asked.

"I have no idea Estel but do not fret my son for I will promise no harm will come to you as long as I draw breath."

This comforted the small child some. He hesitantly picked up the bowl and began to eat. Giggling despite the situation he scooped out a spoonful and held it up to Elrond's mouth. His eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Open up!"

'Estel I-' Elrond managed before the spoon was shoved into his mouth. "Fine Estel, you feed me. But only a little."

"I know father."

Estel scooped another spoonful and set out to feed the elven lord. Even in dire times, this human child could find the bright side. He was definitely his human father's son, a proud addition to the family line. Elrond smiled as Estel took a bite between feeding him. Even at this time, this child didn't' have a selfish bone in him.

The door suddenly opened with a bang and the calm of the moment was over.

'What is this?' Bono knocked the bowl from Estel's hands.

A small cry came up from the child's lips as he cowered by his father's side. Hoping that his father could keep him from Bono's hands. He did not want another beating, especially one like before.

'Get away from the elf" Bono screamed at him.

"No father!" Estel said as he tried to cling to him as Bono pulled him.

Bono then slapped the child. 'Did I not say to not use that foul language?'

This brought a stare from the elf lord that could have pierced the man. For a second Bono pondered beating Estel again. Something this time was much more tempting. The elf lord needed a lesson on how to behave. Picking up the young boy he tossed Estel to the side.

'Need your hands I'll free em, but I don't need you running.'

Elrond looked startled, but ill feelings soon came as Bono grabbed Elrond's foot. Like it was nothing more then a chicken bone, Bono snapped Elrond's ankle. The elf lord let out a stifled scream, closing his eyes trying to will away the pain. But it was not enough as Bono snapped his other ankle. A scream escaped from Elrond's throat, the pain was just to much.

Hearing the scream Sam appeared in the cellar. Horrified by what she saw. Bono stood and looked Sam square in the eyes.

'You try to fix his ankles, and I'll cut them off.' Bono warned.

Bono pushed Elrond on his side freeing the elf from his blood soaked shackles. Sam stared in utter shock at the brutality that had befallen the elf at Bon's hands. She moved over to the elf lord who was trying for the boys sake not to whimper. Estel huddled next to Elrond not caring if he were to be punished for it he had to help his father. Vic had witnessed this all from the door and his anger revealed itself to Bono.

'Didn't they say not to kill the boy?'

'But I only hurt the elf.'

'Yes, but their bond seems strong, kill one and the other will not be far behind.'

'Oh that's bull shit vic.'

'No, it isn't, just look at the two of them.' Vic shouted. 'Even fear of another beating the child doesn't stay away from his fathers side. Do me a favor, just leave the boy al-'

'Elves, approaching Bree.' A voice calls from above.

'Dammit, tuck everything in.' Vic swears.

Bono and Vic ran out of the cellar fast. Both knew elves meant trouble, so both took down the street. Hoping to see scouts, and not a war party. Pushing past a group of on lookers, they saw what they need to see. Two elven scouts, no warriors to be seen. Smiling smugly Vic grabs Bono's arm.

'We'll be fine, there not warriors.'

"We found them." One of the elf says. "That human his hiding something, most likely Elrond and young Estel."

The other one nods. "I'll go back for Elladan and Elrohir, also reinforcements, you keep an eye on those humans."

The first elf nods, sliding into the crowd as the other one slid out of Bree. The elf slipped past the crowd which was now dispersing. He would try to find the other two if he could so that he may tell Elladan and Elrohir when they arrived.

The boy was still clutching the elf. Sam could see the love they had for one another as the child stroked the others face to calm him. She wish she had someone to love like that and she secretly hoped someone would find these two before Bono could kill the boy. She gently touches his ankles, feeling guilt as the elf gasped. Both ankles were bad breaks, but she could do nothing.

'I'm sorry.' She says getting up.

Weakly Elrond pulled Estel into his arms. The human woman did not matter to him.

***

AN: Special thanks to Pookums1971 who did me a fav, and ended up co authoring this chapter with me. IM her she won't bite.


Chapter 9 - Break

::Author bangs head on keybaord repeatedly::

~

Tears that fall,
For the one loved,
Is now lost.
Never to be seen again,
Till your time
On Earth is done.
Just was their time,
Even as short as it was.

(*)

Elrond's body shook with bolts of pain, still he refused to show any sign of pain. Gently he rocked Estel the best he could, singing an old elvish lullaby. His eyes focused off some where in the rafters, but not really seeing anything. Estel shifted carefully looking at his elvish fathers face. Finding comfort, or discomfort, in the elf lords facial expressions. Sighing Estel snuggles closer to Elrond.

"It's all right my son." Elrond says trying to hide the pain in his voice.

"Father? Em I hurting you?" Estel asked.

"No." Elrond lied. "Close your eyes and rest, tomorrow morning might look a little better."

Obediently Estel closed his eyes, slipping into easily into a tired sleep. Elrond watched his son sleep, his heart broke seeing his son having to go through this. Lightly Elrond touched a cut on Estel's face, it would probably leave a light scar, but nothing to noticeable. Laying back his head, Elrond let the pain come, dragging him down into unconsciousness. They would be safe for now.

(*BS*)

Vic glanced at Bono, having caught on about the elf following them. Bono nodded in reply, he to knew about the pesky elf. Careful this elf had to learn to be, for every now and then when the crowd broke he could be seen scampering for cover. To not arouse suspicion Vic nodded for a trash filled alley. There they took cover behind some crates.

Stupidly, the elf walked into the alley. His sharp elven eyes darting around trying to find the humans. Hesitantly the elf walks into the alley a few feet. Then deciding it was not a good idea not to go any further he turned around to leave. But in stead of seeing the main street of Bree, he saw stars. Pain exploding in his head like a wild fire.

'Stupid elf.' Vic mumbled tossing away the board he broke across the elf's face.

Bono blinked amazed by Vic's power. With his foot, he nudged the elf, making sure it still lived.

'I think you killed it.' Bono said.

'No, I didn't, now get the body back so we can dispose of this elf in private.' Vic ordered.

(*R*)

Elladan managed enough movement to stagger out unto the balcony. It was a beautiful day, now sinking into night. Still no matter how beautiful it was, it was marred by the missing family members. Off to the side a trail of dust caught his eye, a rider. By the rate of speed he had very important news to give.

"Rider approaches!" Elladan yelled into the house.

"What did you say brother?" Elrohir asked coming out of the house.

It didn't take Elrohir long to see the rider. In a yet again regretful movement Elrohir ran from the balcony. Elladan slowly moved from the balcony. He was in no health to travel, but so help him Valar, the people who hurt his family would pay by his hand also.

The rider from Bree rode into Rivendell fast. His horse heaved with the stress of having had run all the way from Bree. Seeing the elves converge on his position the rider pulled his horse to a stop, in stead of stopping the horse fell dead. The fall to the ground thankfully not hurting the elf to bad.

"There is Bree, Figwitt stayed to follow them, hoping to get some sort of location on them." The rider spilled out.

"You sure there in Bree?" An elf asked.

"Yes, why else would he kill his horse riding in. Everyone get your weapons and your horses we leave for Bree tonight." Elrohir snapped walking towards them. "Go rest elf, your tired."

"Thank you sir." The elf rose and staggered off.

Elrohir stared at the dead horse, his face slightly paled.

"What is it Elrohir?" The same elf who questioned the were abouts, asked.

"The horse, it has an arrow in it."

The elf looked at the horse that lay still. There it was in the tender of it's stomach, the horse ran all this way tired, and mortally injured. A sign of a fine horse indeed. Inwardly Elrohir hoped this was a good sign from the gods. Pulling away form the site of the horse, Elrohir looked at the elf.

"Just don't stand there get your horse."

(*B*)

The doors of the cellar opened up, and the body of the elf flopped in with a thud. This snapped Elrond from his unconscious state. Instinctively he grabbed Estel and moved the child beside him. Vic jumped down, heading strait for Elrond. Ruffly he wrapped his fingers around Elrond's hair dragging him towards the body.

Desperately Elrond tried to keep up, but his ankles pained him. It took every cell of him not to cry out in pain. Vic shoved Elrond unto the body, Elrond cringed as he felt his shattered rib grind together. Angrily Vic stomped on Elrond's leg bring back reality with a jolt of pain.

'What do you see elf?'

Elrond looked at the face of the body, an elf, a familiar elf. Figwitt, his trusted advisor, who had never left Rivendell since Estel's terrible twos. Closing his eyes Elrond gasped air into his lungs.

'Another elf.' Elrond said.

'Damn right.' Vic cursed.

With a mighty heave he tossed Elrond back unto the ground. Before Elrond could regain his senses Vic kicked him in the face. Blood oozed from the elf lords nose as he sprawled on the ground. His chest heaved up and down, air not wanting to enter his lungs.

'Bono get the men, I need to have a talk with Elrond.' Vic ordered.


Chapter 10 - End of the Storm

The storm is almost over,
The winds are blowing their hardest,
But soon they will be gone.
Blowing themselves out,
To be nevermore,
Till they return anew,
A later day,
A later time,
A different intensity.

(*)

Elrond lay on the floor, his bandages were torn and ragged. Blood dripped from his back, the skin having been sliced by a board with iron nails. Vic stood above him breathing hard, he raised the board again slamming it down on Elrond back harder then he had before. It was his last burst of strength. The bord nails embedded in Elrond's bones refusing to come out. Growling Vic left it alone, all he wanted to do right now is sit down.

"Father! Please stop!" Estel screamed from cowering in the corner.

'Estel, son, stay back please.' Elrond ordered on the brink of unconsciousness. 'Don't anger them, I don't want you hurt... I will be fine.'

Vic placed a foot on Elrond's rear, grabbing the board. With a mighty heave he yanked out the board tossing it towards the fire. Disgusted with the blood on his boot Vic tried to wipe it on the ground. He stared at Estel hidden in a dark corner. He couldn't see the boys figure, but he heard the whimpers he made.

'I need a drink.'

Vic walked to the cellar doors, stepping over Figwitt who just begun to stir. He would have to secure the doors tightly on the way out.

Elrond groaned despite himself, more out of relief then pain. Soft little patter of feet hurried towards him. Estel finally moved from were he was hiding in the corner. Reaching out his hand weakly, Elrond took Estel's offer on getting help to sit up. That was the wrong thing to do, because Elrond quickly passed out cold.

"Father!" Estel screamed. "Father please wake up! Don't leave me!"

Estel shook Elrond trying to get him to wake up. The elf's body just lay limp under the child's attempt. Tears streamed from his eyes like the water falls around Rivendell. Unable to get a response Estel hugged Elrond. Not caring that his own clothes soon soaked with the blood.

"What is happening? Estel is that you?" Figwitt asked, his head hurting.

Estel lifted his head a little. "Figgy?"

"Estel it is you!" Figwitt gasped. "What is wrong young one?"

"Father, he is hurt bad." Estel cried.

"Let me see."

(*B 1 1/2 D L*)

Figwitt opened his eyes, something didn't smell right, or feel right. Gently he touched Elrond, who he hoped was still conscious. Elrond groaned in his sleep, then opened his eyes. He two felt like something was wrong, but he nose picked it up faster what was wrong. Smoke drifted into the room, filling it up slowly.

"Smoke!" Elrond shouted.

Almost on que fire licked in from the floor boards above. The house was on fire, all three of them were trapped underneath to. Figwitt jumped up off the floor running toward the cellar doors. They didn't budge, something was on top of them holding them down. Desperately Figwitt banged on the cellar doors hoping someone, anyone would here.

A loud pop and flames exploded across the roof. Grabbing Estel, he protectively threw his body over the boy. He would not be hurt if he had any say to it. The young human began to cough as the smoke come in thicker. Even the light from the flames didn't really penetrate the smoke. Their situation was dismal to say the least.

(*GOB*)

The elven war party approached Bree. Few people dared come after them. Their bodies littered the forest floor. Not even the gate keeper of Bree dared deny the war party entrance. As they entered Bree they noticed flames explode from a building at the far end of town. People screamed and hurried for water. A fire in this close quarters meant big trouble.

"Where do we begin?" Elladan asked.

"Where there's fire there's trouble."

(*BH*)

Vic swung open the doors of the cellar pulling out Figwitt. Figwitt coughed and gasped, not fighting as they tied him up. Tossing him carelessly into the wagon. Bono ran into the fire, followed by Vic. Cloth masks covered their faces. They would not let the elf and the boy die so easily.

Elrond looked up to make the shapes out of Bono and Vic. He was torn over weather or not to hand his son over or not. Still they needed to get out of here. He would not allow his son to burn to death. Bono grabbed Elrond, dragging him away from Estel who coughed weakly.

'I got the child.' Vic said.

Reluctantly Elrond let go of Estel, letting himself be dragged free. Surprisingly gentle, Vic picked up Estel, but before they could make it to the door a beam fell before them. Bono looked for his boss with no avail, he could not see them beyond the flames. Shocked Elrond stared at the flames, he barely noticed Bono fall beside him. An arrow piercing the humans back.

"Father!" Elrohir grabbed his father pulling him to safety.

"Estel!" Elrond said frantically. "Estel's still in there!"

A human ran towards them, but it was soon cut down by an arrow in the chest. Cursing Elrohir ran into the cellar again. At first the elf didn't hear again, but soon he herd a faint cry. Closing his eyes he felt the world around him. He grabbed the beam in front of him and pulled up. Ignoring the sizzle of his flesh burning as he lifted up the piece of wood. A small figure slid out from underneath the beam.

'I'm gonna die anyway, might as well do a good deed.' A voice came from the other side.

Before Elrohir could ask half the floor sunk in on top the person. Dropping the piece of wood, Elrohir gently took Estel in his arms the best he could. Hurrying towards the opening of the cellar, were strong arms pulled him out. Elrohir glanced upwards surprised.

"Glorfidel, late as usual." Elrohir joked.

"Better then never." Glorfidel countered helping Elrohir to his feet.

"What about Estel?" Elrond asked getting impatient. "How is Estel?"

Elrohir looked at the form in his arms, despair set in his heart. The little body was not moving. Not even the boy drew a breath, gently Elrohir shook the boy hoping to wake him a little. Glorfidel touched Estel's face lightly, his fingers smudging away the black suit that covered his face. He seemed to reach out his energy, hoping to detour Estel from leaving.

"He's breathing." Elrohir said in relief. "But father we need to get him back to Rivendell fast."

(*)

AN: finial chapter tomorrow, or maybe tonight.


Chapter 11 - Clean up

When you need me I'll be there.
To give you strength and show I care.
May your troubles melt away.
As I bring a smile to you today.
Many things I have seen.
And they are not few and in between.
When you are sad and filled with gloom.
I will be the light that over you looms.
I bring tenderness, caring and love.
All you have to do is look above.
I am your Ada and so much more.
For you my heart is an open door.
Dry your eyes and your face.
For you are safe hear in this place.
No more tears should be shed tonight.
Give up the struggle and the fight.
As I sit and watch you sleep.
Know that my love for you will always keep.
Tomorrow will bring happiness and fun.
For you my beautiful human son.
Pookems1971 (leggylover03)

(*)

The wagon bounced towards the gates of Bree. Elrond peered over the edge of the wagon as the party moved. In the wagon at his feet was an unfortunate accident that just accrued. She was running to help them, Elladan fired instinctively. Now she lay dying at their feet. There was nothing Elrond in his skill he could do, cept make her comfortable. Gently he stroked Estel's hair thoughtfully.

"Father I-" Elladan started then was shushed by his father's raised hand.

"Elladan mistakes happen even to us elves." Elrond sighed heavily. "Just don't react so fast next time."

"Yes father." Elladan voice was weighed down by guilt.

The road in silence for a few hours. Not many of the elves were in the mood to speak. It also still remained to be seen if Estel would make it. Smoke inhalation for a human is easily fatal. Elrond closed his eyes, placing his hand on Estel's stomach feeling it rise and fall.

'Anna.' A weak voice broke the silence.

"What?" Elrond's eyes opened.

'Anna my daughter, I can see her now, and my husband.' Sam's voice was weak, but glad. 'She's bigger now, and so beautiful. Softly brown hair, tan skin, blue eyes, and her smile is so wonderful.'

'Sam, it's okay.' Elrond said sadly. 'Go to her.'

'Thank you.'

A smile crossed Sam's face, then she was gone. Elrond hung his head and grabbed the blanket that lay over her. Pulling it over her. For it was a proper thing to do.

'Rest well my friend, may you be happy with your family once again.' Elrond said covering her head.

"Father?" Elrohir asked from the front of the wagon.

'She's with her family now, we'll take her to Rivendell prepare her body, then find were her family has been laid to rest and bury her there."

The rest of the trip to Rivendell was solemn. More like a funeral possession then a home coming. But what is lost in death, one gains in life. It hurts for a while but we move on, never forgetting the ones that graced our paths. No matter how short of a time they were in our lives. For every life we meet, impresses something on us, that time cannot ever erase.

"Father?" Estel opened his eyes.

It was a warm day in Rivendell, three days since they had returned. Elrond was on the way of healing, cept for a few scars he would heal. Same with Estel, he to would make a full recovery.

"No father is out." Elrohir said.

"Dont' lie to him." Elrond scolded from beside Estel on the bed.

Estel opened his arms to be picked up, which Elrond graciously did. Hugging the young boy tight, it was nice to have his son awake again. Maybe now Rivendell could get back to normal... Even if normal meant chaotic. Estel looked down at Elrohir noticing his hands still in heavy wrappings.

"What did you do Elrohir?" Estel asked.

"Nothing," Elrohir smirked. "It's just a little burns."

"Oh."

Little burns, for his little brother Elrohir may have gave up his chance to use his hands again normally. Even if he did gain back full use of his hands, they still would show the scars. Scars that showed the love of a brother for his little brother, and in case of a such an unfortunate reoccurrence, he would do it again.

"So Estel, when are we going to get Glorfidel for being late?"

"No!" Elrond ordered humorously. "No more pranks, got it."

"Shut up father, you can't do anything about it." Elladan teased from the door.

Estel and Elrohir broke out in a giggle fit, the two of them found it funny Elladan said that. Right now though, Elrond was in no position to punish anyone. His face showed out ward displeasure, only causing Elladan to break into the giggle fit. Drawn by the laughter Glorfidel, followed by Figwitt enters the room.

"What's going on?" Figwitt asked.

"Elladan just told me to shut up." Elrond growled.

"Should we punish him?" Figwitt smiled.

"Please do so."

"My pleasure." Glorfidel smirked. "Been a few centuries since I had some fun."

"Crud." Elladan muttered running from the room, Glorfidel at his heals.

"Father?"

"Yes Estel."

"What ever happened to Sam?" Estel asked unknowing.

"She's with her daughter and her husband now." Elrond spoke softly, the room turning still.

"Will we see her again?"

"Maybe one day." Elrond said not knowing now to say she was dead.

"Soon?"

"No, she's were we can't see her right now."

"Oh, I'm glad she's with her family."

Elrond watched as Estel laid his head on Elrond's shoulder, drifting off to sleep. One day Estel would know about death, and understand were Sam was. For now he didn't' have the heart to tell him she was dead. Elrohir moved unto the bed, prying Estel from Elrond's arms to rock him.

"Your rib needs to heal." Elrohir grumbled.

"And Elrond, we found the two graves. We'll send her tomorrow." Figwitt stated in a whisper.

Soon some level of normalcy would return to Rivendell, but not as before. For now there lives were touched, not only by a human woman named Sam, but a group of men set on destroying a family line for there own greedy purposes. The storm was over for now, now was a time for rebuilding. Both the city, and the hearts of human and elves.


The End
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AN: I wanna say this chapter I kept thinking of my departed husband Jenner Loire. I know one day, I'll get to see him again. For now I live on, for ever touched by his presence. He was here for only a short time, but it was enough to carve a future.
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