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Title: Black Death (#148)
Author: irishelf
Chapters: 19

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Lord of the Rings
Description: A plague hits Middle-earth, the same plague that devastated our world in the medieval times. Elrond thinks all is well 'til Estel contracts the plague.
Published: 26 Jul 2003
Updated: 27 Aug 2003
Warnings: None I hope
Type: Angst
Characters: Estel; Elrond


Chapter 1 - Opening Chapter

Ring around the rosies,
Pocket full of posies,
Ashes,
Ashes,
We all fall down.

A group of kids stopped dancing in a circle, dropping to the ground. There giggles dancing through the air. Not one care came to mind, not even one spec of worry. Getting up they began to dance around in a circle again, singing the same chant gleefully.

A woman rolled over, coughing up blood that seemed to come with no end. An open wound on her neck showed the signs of disease. One that will kill her come a short time from now. A dark time was coming to Middle Earth, one that many would strike from memory. All record will seem to disappear into the halls of time. No one wanted to remember the time when hundreds upon thousands of humans perished, and few elves actually got sick. A disease known well as the black death. It came in three different plagues:

Bubonic, lesser of the three evils, attacks the lymphatic system. Bubonic is the more known of the plagues. Pneumonic the most virulent of the three, it attacks the pulmonary system. Pneumonic, unlike the others is passed by air, and not fleas on rats. Last but not least quickest killer, Septicemic. Septicemic plague attacks the circulatory system, enabling it to kill the infected person in mere minutes. All three plagues travel as one, but what type of plague that strikes a city, or village, depends on how it is spread.

All the precautions couldn't even keep the safest elven city of Imladris, also know as Rivendell, safe. For the disease crept in with rats of a passing caravan of humans. Rats that carried fleas, fleas that spread it to humans, and elves. I choose to tell the tale of Rivendell, not because elves got it. Many never realized they were sick from the plague, which in Rivendell came as Bubonic. I choose to tell it for a little kid known as Estel, who would contract this deadly disease.

The door to Elrond's study opened slowly. A young boy, six years of age, entered quietly. Moving without knowing as stealthly as most elves. Estel wiped sweat off his forehead, which began to drip down. Tiredly he looks at his elven father.

"Father." Estel whimpered.

Elrond, as long as Legolas, Elrohir, Elladan, Glorfidel, and Figwitt looked up from their conversation. Looking unhappily at the boy who stood in the room. Quickly Elrond gave Legolas an apologetic look, he didn't come all this way from Mirkwood to be interrupted by his youngest son.

"Estel what have I said about interrupting in meetings?" Elrond asked clearly annoyed.

"I'm sorry father I-" Before Estel could finish he dropped to the floor.

So the story begins.

(*)

AN: Always had a fascination with the black death. So it was only fitting that eventually I did a fic to it. Here it is, hope you like. I'm an egg head to the black death, yeah I know I know I'm nuts. Oh and um about elves getting sick. Considering how lethal the forms of the plague are I figure elves would get a tiny bit sic, but nothing major. Even some humans have a genetic leg up on the plague. Be it a single or double copy of a genetic mutation. Yeah nuff before I babble you all to death, questions email me.


Chapter 2 - Pretending

(*)

The call of the reapers,
Calling for the dead.
A darkness moves over Middle Earth,
Consuming a lot of human lives.
Taking them painfully,
Without mercy.
Mothers and their infants,
Fathers with their sons.
Whole families without a care.
Thus we moved into,
One of the dark times of Middle Earth.

(*)

Elrond held young Estel to his chest, holding him as tight as he could. He could easily feel the boys fever raging on, heat penetrating through his shirt. In all his years he had never missed Estel coming down with illness, now he did. It was obvious that Estel was very sick, and might die. Gently he pulled down Estel's collar knowing, yet fearing, what lay beneath. There it was in all clarity, a large black boil. Now he felt something he hadn't felt so strongly in three years, the sense of utter helplessness.

"He has the plague." Elrond said sadly. "Elladan go get me some cool water we need to get down his fever. Glorfidel go get my herbs. Elrohir, prepare Estel a new room, his room will have to be sanitized. Figwitt, please deal with our guest. My apologies Legolas."

"Nay Lord Elrond, you owe me not your apologies. 'Tis tough times in middle earth." Legolas said softly.

Elrond nodded standing up cradling Estel. Elladan, Elrohir, Fignutant, and Glorfidel filed out of the room quickly. Elrond turned to leave the room, his son needed dire care. Behind him he could hear Legolas take a breath to speak. Slowly Elrond turned to face him, allowing him some time to speak.

"Lord Elrond, if there is anything I can do, please tell me." Legolas offered.

"Thank you friend, I'll keep that in mind."

Legolas watched at Elrond left the room, it amazed him how attached the lord became to the human parasite. Still Legolas had to admit he was cute for a child. Shaking his head Legolas looked to Fignutant who was tapping a stack of papers on the table. Pretending to straiten them out, even though they had no need for that. Whenever trouble came, it seemed like Fignutant wanted to crawl back into the wood work.

Elrohir spread clean sheets on the bed in order that Elrond could put Estel to bed right away. On a chair by the freshly started fire, Elrond had began to strip Estel of his clothes. Trying not to accidentally drop the limp body on the floor. Looking up at his father, Elrohir could see the clear worry his father felt.

"Father, he will be all right." Elrohir said softly. "It's not like Estel to give up."

As if he sensed the tension building, Elladan walked in with two buckets of water. Setting them beside his father, looking at his brother. Not only was there a boil on his neck, but under both of his arms. Elladan took a rag out of his pocket dumping it into the cool spring water. Then handed it over to his father, who took it from him gratefully.

Estel jumped as the cool rag touched his skin. His eyes fluttered open, looking at his father. Smiling reassuringly, Elrond continued to try to lowering his body tempiture with the cool rag. Unhappily Estel tried to pull away.

"That is cold!" Estel complained.

"Would you rather want a bath Estel?" Elrond asked, hoping to quiet the boy.

Catching site of Elladan, Estel nodded weakly. He would bare the bath, if only to drive his brothers insane. Elrond took a deep breath, handing the cloth back to Elladan. His face apologetic, but commanding. Shoulders dropping Elladan got the message loud and clear.

"Yes father, I'll get the tub and more water." Elladan said dryly.

"I'll help." Elrohir said quickly.

"No!" Elrond snapped.

"But-"

"No buts Elrohir, Elladan can take care of this you done enough."

"Father I'm not a bloody cripple." Elrohir snapped venomously storming from the room.

Elladan cringed, he knew how much his brother hated being babied. For the last three years Elrond was babying him more then Estel.

"I'll help Elladan." A soft voice said from the door way.

"Thank you Legolas." Elladan praised Valar.

A few strides, and Elladan was pulling Legolas down the hall. Legolas followed the elf into a spare room where he pointed to an iron tub. It was large, decretive, and it couldn't be to lite. Elladan moved quickly to one side, giving Legolas a smug smirk.

"Come on Mirkwood elf, lets see if you can actually beat a Rivendell elf. Or you scared prince Goldylocks." Elladan teased.

"Eat my dust." Legolas jolted back.

Together Elladan, and Legolas picked up the tub. Running back to the room as fast as there legs could take them. Without thought they dropped it in front of the fire place. In a flash both of them grabbed a bucket dumping it into the tub then they were out the door.

"Father, are you going to yell at them for running in the house?" Estel asked weakly.

"When they are done filling the tub." Elrond said softly.

"Father?"

"Yes my son?"

"I am cold."

Elrond stood getting a spare blanket, wrapping Estel tight. Patently he waited for the two boys to fill the tub. Six buckets come easily, with minor spills, the seventh didn't go to well. Neck in neck with Elladan, Legolas slipped on a puddle. The bucket soaring into the air. As Elladan dumped in his bucket, Legolas' landed on his head. Elrond and Estel began to laugh, but soon Estel began coughing.

"Relax little one." Elrond cooed. "Legolas, be more careful."

Legolas pushed up the bucket, spitting out water. "Sorry."

Elladan laughed hysterically at Legolas, it was amusing to see the great prince screwing up. Thoughtfully Legolas looked from Elladan, to Elrond. If there was anything in his power he could do to get even he will.

"Lord Elrond, may I take my frustrations out on your son who thinks this is funny?" Legolas inquires.

"After you get on a dry pair of clothes."

With this Elladan doubled on the floor laughing. Gathering what pride he had Legolas stood, then walked out the door. Elrond unwrapped Estel, pulling off his britches carefully. He walked over to the tub, cursing when he began to slip on the floor. Holding Estel over the tub, he began to hum a lullaby. Estel sucked in a breathe as he was set into the water, but soon he just rested his head on Elrond's arm.

"Cold." Estel complained distantly.

"I know Estel, but your fever has to come down... Estel?"


Chapter 3 - Tested bonds

Warning done with author on coffee, coffee makes author tired, and very cruel.

Thousands now have parished,
More numbers then the sick.
Families turn on families,
Neighbors against Neighbors.
Wild accusations fly,
But none know the reason why.

(*)

Legolas walked down the halls of the Rivendell house. Behind him was a water trail that eventually would have to be cleaned up. Even though Legolas was still in a bad mood, he still caught the site of a figure brooding in the window. It was Elrohir by the looks of it. Respectively Legolas approached him, knowing the sloshing of his clothes would have gave away his presence by now. Still Elrohir didn't move from his perch, it was like he was imitating a stone statue.

"Hello friend, what might be troubling you?" Legolas asked.

"Go away." Elrohir grumbled.

"Nay my friend, I will not go away till you tell me what ills you."

"Just like you Mirkwood elves not to listen when someone tells you to leave." Elrohir snapped leaving the window abruptly. "Bloody elf."

Legolas grabbed Elrohir by the shoulder, before he could contain his temper Legolas slapped him. The sound echoing through the room. Elrohir stood startled, as Legolas' elf eyes pierced him coldly. He did not take kindly to other elves being rude, or insulting. Shamefully Elrohir looked at his hands, turning them palm up.

For the first time Legolas saw what the twin was hiding. Scared hands that were shriveled, nothing like there former selves. Some places there were deep pits were most of the skin had been lost. The skin ranged from bright pink, to a brownish color depending on how badly the skin was damaged. These marks were most definitely burns by the look of them. Legolas closed his mouth he realized was open.

"Orcs?" Legolas said lightly touching the skin.

Elrohir pulled away, "No, some humans despite the odds captured father, and Estel." Elrohir sighed. "A fire started and I could not leave Estel to burn to death... In exchange for saving his life fates made me a useless elf, a cripple."

"Nay they haven't dear friend. They look bad yes, but your hands are well taken care of. They should heal with time without a doubt." Legolas said matter of factually. "I must go change my clothes, don't give up Elrohir."

(*E*)

Elrond stared at the sleeping form on the bed. The young boy had fainted again in the tub, his fever was reluctant to pass. It seemed to grow worse with the time. Skillfully Elrond mixed the herbs Glorfidel had brought him. Over the fire a pot was set to heat. Getting a nice think paste, he spread some herbs over the boils, then wrapped them. Least he could do was try to stop the swelling.

"Lord Elrond, I'm sorry to disturb you, but we got a human mob wanting to talk to you." Figwitt announced from the door.

"Is it that important it can't wait?" Elrond asked.

Figwitt paused, "Well if you wish us to kill all of the humans we can."

"No," Elrond sighed annoyed, "I'll go. Watch Estel Figwitt."
'
Tucking in the small form, Elrond prepared himself to face the pesky humans. Elrond kissed Estel on the forehead then trudged out the door. How much he hated to leave his son side in this conditions. But he was still a leader, a figure head, he couldn't just abandon his duties.

Outside he herd the cries of the humans, they accused the elves of bringing this disease upon them. A highly unlikely possibility. Glorfidel and another elf opened the gates so Elrond could face the people outside. They were armed with pitch forks, swords, touches, bows, frying pans, and who knows what else. One of the humans stepped forward, a human in his mid-thirdys dusty brown hair.

'You brought this upon us elf!" The man said in his tongue.

'I'm sorry you think that, but we have not.' Elrond said in a neutral tone.

'Then why isn't your kind getting sick?' He shouted.

'I'm sorry you think that everyone in Rivendell is not sick.' Elrond said trying not to loose his cool. 'My son right now is very sick, and faces dying at the hands of this plague too.'

'Liar!' The man spat.

The crowd rose to a roar, chaos was once again rising. The humans were dead set on destroying the elves. Elrond opened his mouth to speak, but he felt a pain in the head. Then was surprised as he felt something wet ran down his forehead. Raising his head he touched the substance. It was sticky yet smooth, and red... Red?

"Lord Elrond?" Glorfidel asked, but it sounded distant. "Close the gate!"

Glorfidel pressed a piece of cloth to Elrond's forehead. Helping the elf lord to sit down on a bench close by. He noticed that Elrond was dazed, but not badly hurt. Some human in that crowd had a sling shot, it wouldn't surprise him if Elrond needed a few stitches.

"Can you walk?"

"Yes," Elrond said.

Keeping his hand tightly on the wound, Glorfidel helped Elrond into the house. He could feel the blood fill the cloth, and stick to his fingers. That human had some aim, or a really good sling shot. Outside he could hear some elves begin to sing. Crude, but it would at least make the pesky humans tired.

Figwitt looked up as Glorfidel entered the room. All he saw was him helping Elrond, and blood running from a stained cloth. All his experience with the boys, that much blood meant get the needle and thread. He hurried out of the room, gathered the supplies and hurried back. Not bothering to listen to his rule about not running in the halls. Entering the room he saw Glorfidel already cleaning the wound. The blood coming faster then he could wipe away.

"Thank you." Glorfidel said taking the thread.

With the skill of a seem stress Glorfidel threaded the needle and began to sew Elrond's forehead. Elladan ran into the room having herd of trouble. Looking a bit confused at Glorfidel who calmly stitched his father's head. All he could really see was the amount of blood on Elrond's tunic, and on his face. Without missing a stitch Glorfidel recognized Elladan in the door.

"Be a help Elladan for once, get your father a clean tunic." Glorfidel teased.

"Father?" Came a little voice.

"It's all right." Elrond said instinctively.

"I need a hug." Estel pouted.

"Yes, you can have him I'm done." Glorfidel said cutting off the extra string.

Elrond grabbed a wet cloth wiping the blood off his face, then took Estel in his arms. Soon enough Estel was back to sleep, he wasn't wake lately, his body was to weak. When Elladan returned with his tunic, Elrond switched off. Elladan held Estel as his father changed tunics. Elrond's heart sunk deeper seeing his son rock his brother. He had almost forgotten how much his sons treasured their brother. What would they do without him? If Estel died from the plague how would he tell his sons he failed?

Elrond watched as Elladan lay Estel into bed like one of Arwen's little dolls. At that time he lost it, tears broke free streaming down his face. He couldn't face the uncertainty of loosing little Estel, he promised his father he wouldn't, and when his mother left Rivendell he promised her he'd care for him. Elrond had to face he had to certain way to save Estel of this, thousands were dying on Middle Earth of the same illness.

"Father what is wrong?"

"I can't loose him." Elrond cried.

"Your not going to loose him father, you know Estel won't die till is me or Elrohir's fault." Elladan tried to soothe his father.

Glorfidel shook his head at Elladan, what he said only made Elrond cry harder. The lord was having a break down at the worst time. Angry Elladan crossed the room, back handing his father before Figwitt and Glorfidel could catch on. Elrond's face jerked to the side with a slap. The tears freezing with the shock Elrond felt of being slapped.

"Now is not the time father." Elladan growled. "Your not the only one loosing him!"

Both uninvolved elves stood amazed at the site. Elrond grimaced, touching his cheek lightly. Then in a flash he decked Elladan. Elladan yelped and staggered back. Angry Elrond jumped on Elladan, both of them crashing the side table unto the floor. Glorfidel face dropped, quickly he tired to break up the fight. Only to be knocked flat on the as father and son exchanged unpulled punches.

"Elrohir help!" Glorfidel called instinctively.

Hearing his name in an urgent call Elrohir ran into the room. Not knowing what to grab in the frenzy, Elrohir grabbed hair pulling back. His father screamed and tried to struggle out of his grasp. Elladan lunged to get more of his father blood drawn but Glorfidel grabbed him, dragging him out of the room. Like he was nothing more then an orc, Elrohir slammed his father against the wall, holding him securely till he stopped fighting.

(*)

AN: I'm suddenly crushed by the rating I got. I think I'm going to curl up, now and beat my head agianst the wall. This IS my best I can do...


Chapter 4 - Hidden Messages

No time to properly bury the dead,
No time to have a funeral for one.
Another cart is coming,
Another cart full of the dead.
Hail to the brave men at the carts,
Hail to the brave souls that dig the graves.
Listen to the whispers of supersession,
Listen to the lies that seep in like the plague.
Were all going to face death,
Were not all going to die though.

(*)

Pushing his father against the wall one last time, Elrohir backed away from Elrond. His eyes were cold, showing the shame he felt in his father's behavior. Of all the male elves here in Rivendell Elrond should be setting an example. Here he was fighting with his own son, over what some territorial dispute of emotions. It was plain old foolish! Elrohir took a few more steps back wards. Looking at his father's split lip, and bruised face. Elladan had a mean swing to say the lest.

"Your a disgrace father!" Elrohir yelled.

"You have no right to say that Elrohir." His father warned wiping the blood of his chin. "I had full right to do what I did, he threw the first punch."

"Father it was a slap." Elrohir corrected.

"It was uncalled for nonetheless."

"No, I don't think so father, you've been acting like the world is going to end because Estel is sick." Elrohir motioned to his brother's still form. "You ever think about what your sons are feeling, especially Elladan?"

"What does he have a right to feel anything about Estel, last I thought he hated the boy."

Elrohir fought back the urge to hit is father. "You are blind father? Are you that blind?"

"Blind about what?" Elrond asked.

"You remember the day Arathorn, Estel's father died?"

"Yes, I have not forgotten."

"But you have forgotten father, you have forgotten that it was Elladan that saw the arrow strike Arathorn in the eye. It was Elladan that moved to slow to save him. Elladan still feels that guilt father, and he's been suppressing a lot now that Estel is sick!" Elrohir shouted at the top of his lungs. "Just because he refuses to show love to Estel doesn't mean he doesn't feel that way father! Your son does not feel like he deserves to be Estel's brother or friend for that matter cause he allowed his father to die! Get your head out of your ass father, start acting like a lord or father you are, and not some pathetic child."

With that Elrohir turned heal, stomping off towards the door. At most he had to check on his twin to make sure he didn't try to kill himself. It wasn't above Elladan, he felt so much pent up guilt for Arathorn. Not even time could dullin the feelings, they were just to great. All these years Elrond never noticed, never paid attention. Never paid attention to the scars growing in number on his sons arms.

Figwitt looked at Elrond as he stood against the wall. The elf lords face was a raging storm of emotions. Most of the clearest being anger, but towards who he didn't know. Taking a deep breathe Fignutant ventured from the corner.

"Lord Elrond sh-"

"Get out!" Elrond shouted interrupting Figwitt.

Just about ready to open his mouth, Figwitt closed it. The cold stare of Elrond pushing him out the door. Never in all these years had he seen the elf lord so mad. A silence gripped the house, Elrond looked to Estel. Still asleep, thankfully not disturbed by the fight that insued. Walking over he picked up Estel, rocking him as if he was a baby. Elrohir was right, he should have listen to Elladan a little more. He was always to busy with ruling, or Estel, he had never bothered to ask his son how he was.

A soft knock sounded at the door, "Pardon me Lord Elrond."

Elrond looked up at Legolas, right now he wished to be left alone with Estel. He didn't want to bother with anyone right now. Still it would be rude of him not to listen, he had done enough damage to his reputation today.

"What do you want Legolas?" Elrond asked a bit more cruelly then he wanted.

"You should go to your sons, make right with them. I'll watch Estel, do not worry about him." Legolas warned.

Elrond raised an eyebrow. "You are right Legolas, I didn't listen earlier but I should start now."

Carefully Elrond passed Estel to Legolas. Legolas stared at the young human now in his arms. He didn't like humans much, and he really didn't like the idea of holding one. Especially one so weak that could die on him. Bravely he looked at Elrond forcing a confident look.

"I'll be careful with him." Legolas said.

"Thank you, I hopefully won't be long."

Legolas looked down at the form in his arms, such weak creatures humans were. Sighing Legolas looked out the window, it was getting darker with the passing of the day. The trees drifted lazily in the fall wind as a bird sang it's last song of the day. Even amongst chaos there was some beauty.

(*)

AN: sorry roomy being ass, I'm moving out, and a partridge in a pear tree.


Chapter 5 - Time

Hunt the elves,
Believe it is them that makes you sick.
Blame those who are different,
Think not else wise.
Rise up,
Destroy the elven race.
Believe them that brought this upon you,
And not your own filth.

(*)

Elrohir found his brother crying in a corner alone. His heart ached at the site, he hadn't seen Elrohir cry for a long time. Still it was the best that he got the tears out and not hold him back any longer. Protectively Elrohir curled around his brother, pulling Elladan into his embrace. With instinct kicking in, Elladan buried his head into Elladan's shoulder. Here he felt as if he could not be judged for the tears he felt.

"Why did Arathorn have to die?" Elladan sobbed.

(*F*)

The horses hooves crunched branches as they made their way through the forest. Birds sang gayly as the sun shown impressively through the trees. Laughter burst out of a young human male, well young for one of his race. Birds scattered startled by the loud noise. Shaking his head the human, known as Arathorn, glanced back at Elladan.

"Ah yes, we all remember the day little Aragorn decided to walk." Arathorn suppressed more laughter. "He didn't even bother to learn to crawl. It took Gilrean three frantic hours to find Aragorn. If I remember correctly Elladan, my wife will never forgive you for mentioning he walked over to you."

"Yes, she still is a-" Elladan stopped.

Grabbing his bow he raised it, alerting Arathorn to danger ahead. Before Arathorn could speak an arrow came out of the trees, as Elladan's was left to fly. In slow motion Elladan watched as the orc arrow flew out of the woods hitting the human in the eye. Arathorn's body jerked, then fell backwards off the horse. It was then Elladan knew he was to late, the human body hit the ground with a dull thud.

"Elrohir orcs!" Elladan cried out to his twin hoping off his horse.

(*E*)

"It was fates decision Elladan... Maybe if I wouldn't have wandered off he could still be here. But what is done is done, we cannot erase the past no matter how painful it is." Elrohir said softly. "All we can do is move on, and not dwell on the past. Look how much trouble it has caused you so far."

"Estel will never forgive me." Elladan choked out. "I let his father die."

"No, you didn't Elladan." Elronds father came from the doorway. "No one blames you, you did what you could."

Elladan hardened his emotions, sitting up as far as his brothers arms allowed. The room was dark with the night that now set in around them, but Elrond knew how Elladan acted to his presance. Moving slowly in the darkness he kneeled down a few feet in front of the twins.

"If Arathorn could talk today, I think he would same thing as Elrohir did. He would also ask you to look over his son for him. You know how Estel meant to him, Estel is Arathorn's life." Elrond continued. "I know nothing I say is going to change how you feel inside, but I hope it helps."

"What do you care now?" Elladan asked coldly. "You seemed to never care about how I felt about Arathorn passing or any other feeling I had."

"I know and for that I em wrong." Elrond said replied. "Please forgive me, and give Estel a chance Elladan."

"Then I want an uninterrupted fight with you later." Elladan growled standing up.

Elrohir let Elladan stand, before he stood up. Wrapping his arm around his brothers shoulder to remind him that he was there. Elrond stood to with a smile on his face, he knew the fight wouldn't be as violent as before just a friendly joust.

"It's a deal."

Elrond held out his arms peacefully, offering Elladan a reassuring hug. At first Elladan didn't want to come, but he found himself hugging his fathers. Tears coming out anew, Elrohir walked up to them more reassured the situation would not explode again.

"I'll go check on Estel." Elrohir said walking out the door.

(*)

Through the night Estel remained in the same condition, but by morning's like Elrond was awoke to Estel coughing. Blood stained Estel's pillow as his body spasimed. Quickly Elrond pressed a cloth to his mouth waiting for the fit to pass. Silently he wiped up the blood. Something today felt wrong, anxiousness filled Elrond as he began to unwrap the bandage around Estel's neck.

The boils had burst, blood and puss poured out. This also the ones under Estel's arm pits burst to. The silence of the morning was soon shattered when Estel began to cry loudly.

"Hush, Estel it's okay." Elrond tried to soothe.

"It hurts!" Estel screamed.

Estel began to thrash, making it impossible to Elrond to treat Estel. The twins woke sleepily from were they fell asleep on the floor.

"Start warming some water, and help me hold him down."


Chapter 6 - Crud

AN: Sorry about the spelling AOL sucks.

(*)

You build up the strongest of men,
You see not the dangers,
That lie before path.
Go out in your feeble attempts,
To save your dead.
One day you'll know,
Just how wrong you were.

(*)

The twins rushed to do their father's bidding as Elrond looked down on his youngest. Before Elrond thought he felt fear, now he really knew what fear was. More of it tore at the threads of his cool exterior, begging him to give up. He could not afford to give up, hope still remained, hope is what Estel was made up. Just as long as a breathe came, and his heart beat, there was always a chance. Even the tinniest of flickers could come a raging fire, so Elrond had to remember, his son was still doing quite well.

"He is to small to loose" he silently prayed to Valar.

Elladan and Elrohir at that moment came back in carrying the things that he had requested.

Wasting no time, Elrond started to wash away the pus. As he cleaned the boils, Estel began to thrash it hurt him greatly. Knowing this also, Elrohir had tears in his eyes at the sight of his brother going through such pain. Elladan however could no longer take it and had slumped to the floor tears cascading unheeded down his cheeks.

"Elladan not now!" Elrohir shouted to his twin. "Elladan please, if you don't help us now Estel will die. Do you understand? Do you want that to happen?"

"But-"

"For the love of-" Elrond cut himself of, striding over his son grabbing his arm.

Estel screamed louder, managing to bite down on Elrohir's hand for he was not paying attention. Even for an elf, the bite of the child brought Elrohir to his knee's fighting to free his hand from the child's tight grip. During this time Elrond looked into Elladan's eyes and at that moment understood his pain. The pain of losing first his mother then Arathorn and now he may lose Estel too.

Elrond fought his own tears and spoke to his son. "Elladan please your brother needs you, I need you will you not help us?"
"Father I do not know if I can watch him suffer that way."

He spoke with the truth and Elrond saw this; Elrond held his son until another scream pierced the air. Elladan wiped his tears and jumped to his brother's side determined not to let death have this one. Not now, not one so young.

Elrond quickly made his a paste that would serve to ward against infection, and would defeat any that had already set in. Hands shaking Elladan cleaned up the ooze, as Elrohir pinned Estel down with all his weight.

With the touch of centuries of practice, Elrond applied the paste. Estel still screamed, but he had no more energy to fight. Looking down he could see the tears that streamed down Estel's face. This child knew to much of pain. No child be it human, dwarves or elf, should ever know what pain is.

"Peace my son." Elrond spoke softly. "I am almost done, I promise you it'll feel better."

"Promise." Came a weak voice, sharp with pain.

"Yes, I promise." Elrond spoke.

However his words had fallen on deaf ears as Estel had once more passed out from the pain. He finished up his ministrations and pulled the covers up over his son. Then as any father would he sat next to his son cradling Estel's head in his arms and softly sang to him hoping to comfort the small child. Elladan and Elrohir sat on the end of the bed and listened to the soft sounds and drifted off to the soothing music.

A servant entered the next morning and what a sight he found. The elf lord and his sons all curled up together asleep. The servant knocked lightly on the door so not to startle them.

"Sorry Lord Elrond humans approach."

Elrond cracked open an eye, cursing inwardly for having to move. Then without he skill of a cat he slid out from around his sons. Looking over them he didn't want to leave them. So peaceful even at a time like this.

"Y-" Elrond stopped.

His eyes had fallen upon the servant before him. A clear boil appeared on his neck. Other then that the elf looked fine. Still this was not good, if elves even got remotely sick this disease must be worse then ever before. Explains why Estel was able to get so sick so fast. Valar let it just be boils and nothing else.

"Go to your quarters quarantine your self." Elrond grabbed Elrohir, or Elladan's leg and shakes it. "Get away from Estel, don't touch him unless need be."

The twins got up groggily listening, but not understanding what his father meant. Before they could ask Elrond was pushing them into the hall.

"Your brother is contagious. If you catch this it could mean you will also fall sick."

"I do not care!" Elladan said "I will risk it."

Elrond shook his head with disbelief. He could not deter his sons no matter how hard he tried he knew this. His worry now multiplied by two as he saw two pairs of eyes staring at him. Very well get back inside for this is where you will be residing for the next week or two. Elrond let a tear slip from his eye for he knew soon Estel would not be the only one ill.

For now he had to shove the weary humans away before it was to late. Humans who sadly wanted to fight. Why else would they rouse him. As Elrond strode into the courtyard he was saddened to see the humans already had been in contact with the elves. He could not risk this getting outside of Rivendell. The humans would have to remain, ultimately die here.

"Get them inside." Elrond shouted. "They cannot go home."

With no question to his word the elves lured the humans in side, then closed the gates. Some of the humans fought, but they were soon to learn that it was futile. Sadly Elrond wondered how long it was before these humans parished. For now there was no chance for them to live. Was a mercy killing deamable in a time like this? He looked into the scared human eyes that looked into his eyes. Looking for their future.

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Chapter 7 - Blackness

Now some of you are gone,
Small numbers,
But your deaths are still hard.
More numbers to the dead,
More numbers to be buried.

(*)

So the trouble began again. The most versatile bacteria had mutated to insure its survival. Once the strongest of immune system that made an elf virtually unable to get sick, now was under fire. Time had come to remind the elves just how mortal their immortal bodies could be. Still their gods shined down on the elves, for no bacteria can mutate to deadly with in a short time. If they acted swiftly elves may have their chance to wipe out the bacteria before it took any elven lives. Would the lord of Rivendell make the connection in time?

Or will the great race of elves fall?

"Glorfidel." Elrond summoned. "Check the elves for black boils on their necks, if they do quarantine them."

"Yes, Lord Elrond."

"And Glorfidel," Elrond's voice grew heavy. "These humans are our guests make them a meal, I'll provide the spices."

Glorfidel's heart skipped a beat, he knew what Elrond meant by spices. Somberly he turned walking to gather the elves for inspection, and to pick out a few to make the last meal the humans will have. Elrond's stomach lurched violently as he looked towards the frightened humans. It was for the best, he had to remember that.

'Welcome to Rivendell.' Elrond said in there tongue. 'You are my guests, please feel at home. We mean you no harm.'

If only the last part of that as true, if they only meant them no harm. The humans broke apart, beginning to explore. Elrond turned making his way back into his home. There was no need to wait any longer. Alone in his study he mixed the poison, hoping it would be right. A shadow interrupted him, it had to be Legolas.

"I heard that some elves have gotten sick, how can that be?" Legolas asked.

"I don't know Legolas, but it has happened. Just like we can get killed with a sword, arrow, or any other weapon, we can eventually get felled by a disease." Elrond said not looking at Legolas.

"It's a preposterous idea Elrond!" Legolas snapped.

"Legolas!" Elrond pounded his hands on the table, standing up. "I'm sick of your foolish beliefs, if you wish to spend the remainder of this stay in Rivendell in a cell I can easily arrange that."

Legolas drew back, he knew it would be best not to push Elrond further. Though he looked angry most of the time, he was not the one to get angry. Legolas bowed lowly, then left the room. It would be best to say no more and risk the situation getting out of control. Still Legolas had his doubts about elves getting sick. In all his years he had yet to see one get sick without being poisoned. What Elrond was suggesting was a bit to much to digest.

With Legolas gone, and out of mind, Elrond rose from his chair. Pocketing a medium sized vial he sauntered out the door. Wanting to check on his stubborn sons. Something inside him tortured him, reminding of Elrond of the families that remained behind the humans in his court yard. Or families that still remained.

Quietly he peered into the room, Estel was awake looking weak, but awake. Elladan was holding him in his arms, as Elrohir read him his favorite story. Elrond almost rushed in when a giggling fit, turned into a coughing fit. Still he had to remind himself there was nothing he could do for Estel right now. It was best just to let them bond, the twins could care for him for now. Glancing down at the bulge in his pocket Elrond turned from the room, making his way slowly to the kitchens.

Tonight, that is when it will all be over. They will all go peacefully without pain. Still Elrond knew deep within him that some blood would have to fall. How could he sanction such a thing as this? Rivendell was in dire need of a leader, he could not fall to these ill thoughts now.

"Elrond." Glorfidel jogged up beside him. "Twelve elves have been quarantined, and the meal is being prepared."

Elrond took the medium sized vial out of his pocket, slipping it into Glorfidel's hand. It would save him a trip to the kitchens. He after all had to go check on twelve ill elves, ill elves that were sure to be very temperamental. Glorfidel took the vial without a word. Respecting Elrond's wish to remained quiet.

Thus Elrond next made his rounds. Twelve elves with boils on their necks, armpits, groins, or a mixture of places. Some even had it in all places, those seem to feel ill. Three in total, three of the youngest in Rivendell. The other nine were of the younger elves. The older did not seem to get sick, they having been around longer to develop a more complicated immune system. His last stop was to Estel, were he cleaned his open sores, and gave him something to feel better. Then he left.

He needed to be alone, so much weighed on his mind. If only his sons knew of lay ahead they would be more accepting of him leaving. Instead they made up wild idea's in their heads why he left. Ranging from he wanted to detach from Estel, or he didn't want to get sick himself.

"Why did father leave?" Estel asks. "I want father!"

"Hush now Estel, father will be back." Elrohir says. "Rest for now and he'll be back before you know it."

(*)

AN: Know this chapter sucks, but in low spirits. Really like to know what people think, but yeah oh well.Oh yeah and I forgot to give Pookems1971 pashal credit for last chapter.


Chapter 8 - Heart Break

Hush now,
Go to sleep.
Let go of your worries,
Let go of your cares.
Hush now,
Go to sleep.
Tomorrow will never come,
Tomorrow will never be.
Hush now,
Go to sleep.
Your passing will not be forgotten,
Your passing will not be forgiven.

(*)

Elrond stood on a high balcony over looking the humans as they whispered among themselves. Theory's on when they were going to get out of here. Some also drank, and ate, trying to forget their predicament. Woman, men, and even a few young boys made up the ban of humans. How many all in all he could not tell. Nonetheless Elrond would be responsible for all their deaths.

The sun was now setting, tomorrow would not come for the humans. Unfortunate to have proceeded to Rivendell in blind hopes it would make things better. Like the gods would listen and caste away the plague with elf blood spilt.

Sick to his stomach, Elrond turns, leaving the balcony. He could not look upon the humans anymore. It was to sickening. The guilt he felt inside pushed at him tearing at his soul. So much he wished to back out, but it was to late. The poison was already doing it's evil.

He walked down the great halls, he walked till he reached his the room in which his sons remained. Upon entering the room his twin sons stood, surprised to see him. More then likely he feelings were written plain on his face.

"Father?" Elladan asked unsure.

Before more question could raised, Elrond pulled his sons into a tight embrace. With nothing more in mind to do, Elladan and Elrohir hugged their father back.

Elladan looked over at Elrohir as he felt wet droplets seep through his tunic. Quietly Elrohir matched looks with his brother. Never in their thousands of years had they seen their father cry except for the passing of their mother.

"What is wrong father?" Elrohir asked, "Is it Estel?"

"No, Estel will be fine. He is a Dúnedain he will not surrender to this, for that I am certain." Elrond managed to get out, his voice corrupted by tears.

"Then what is it?" Elladan grew more quizzical.

Elrond pulled back, out of the hug. "It is nothing."

"Father don't tell me it is nothing!" Elladan spat a little to loud.

"Don't raise that voice to me." Elrond growled in reply.

"Then stop lying to me father, you do not cry for just nothing."

Estel whimpered disturbed by the loud yelling. As it quieted, father and son locked in an awkward silence, Estel returned to darkness of a drug induced sleep. Scowling Elrond turned making his way to the door. Not wasting another moment, Elladan grabbed Elrond's shoulder.

Swiftly Elrond's hand flew up slapping away his sons hand. Elladan's face had contorted to an incredulous look. Still Elrond's tear streaked face held one more cruel. Both stared at each other, moments passing between the two. Moments Elrohir was certain would burst into another bout of violence.

"Father," Elrohir sighed.

Elladan and Elrond both glared at Elrohir showing identical faces. One that would make any elf cower in fear. Still it had to effect on Elrohir for he collapsed to the floor, his hand on his head.

"Lord Elrond, excuse me, but it has happened." Glorfindel spoke from the door.

Two things at once, it was surprising the elf lord didn't scream. Glancing at Elrohir, Elrond saw that his son, despite being very pale looked fine. Heart tainted by anger Elrond walked away from his son. Elladan did not take kind heart of this.

"You would leave your own son?" Elladan shouted challengingly. "Can you not see he is ill?"

"I have other things pressing Elladan, you can care for him."

"No wonder you couldn't destroy 'the' ring." Elrohir said unwavering. "You had other things pressing then to take it from the human."

Elrond swung around, storming over to his son. He smacked Elladan as hard as he could, nearly sending the elf to the floor. Elladan's eyes were wide, beneath his hand a the red clear outline of this fathers hand could be seen. Not wanting to hurt his son anymore, Elrond left.

Glorfindel stepped aside, then approached Elladan. But hurt by his fathers actions, Elladan ran from the room. Instinct for Glorfindel was to run after him, but it was clear Elrohir was ill. Legolas was out and about, he would probably run into Elladan. If not, may Valor calm that boy down.

(*)

The last of the light of day was slipping from Middle Earth as Elrond walked into the court yard. Humans lay around him, lay were they decided to fall asleep. Where they decided to die. The decision to do this was hard, but seeing the result was almost unbearable.

There was a young boy, few years older then Estel, wrapped in the protective arms of his father. Men of twenty years to past eighty. Such promising futures all gone. They had gone much faster then he had expected. There bodies must have been weakened from health, and stress.

Slowly Elrond approached a young man who shook a woman. Maybe his wife. Elrond kneeled down beside the surviving man wrapping his arm around him comfort. Brown human eyes glared at him angrily.

'She was my sister, what did you do?' He croaked out.

'I am sorry.'

Before the man could act any further Elrond pulled out a knife. Stabbing the back of the humans neck, the wound was quickly fatal. Gently Elrond held the man, laying him next to his sister. He was now covered in blood and it killed him inside even more. Elrond left the feeling of quilt behind, entering into a hallow hole.

In total fifty-three humans died, ten of which had to be killed by elf hand. Fifty-three human souls that now haunted the elf lords hallow heart. Would he ever find the courage to feel again? Or like most elves, would sorrow consume him.

(*)

AN: I'm in much pain right now so sorry had to finish. X_X ::huggles Haldir::Pealse tell me what you think. It helps make me feel obligation to write. :)

-The only difference between stupidity and genius is genius has limits.


Chapter 9 - Supression

AN:Haven't been on yesterday. And since the last poem of my stories is usually someone else's I was thinking. Since Pookems1971 was the person who wrote the last one (storm warning) I decided to give one of you a chance. I know the three readers I talk to nightly have contributed greatly, and I was wondering if anyone else would like contribute, besides reviews. Email is boxing_irish_elf@yahoo.com . :: gets poked by Haldir:: Okay that's my que to shut up and type.

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Elven poison,
A quick quietus.
Be it formed of herbs,
Or salty words.
The results are the same,
The end comes swift.

(*)

The night was quiescent, not even an elven song drifted in the fall breeze. Hearts were heavy with the demise of fifty-three innocent souls, who wished only to save their families, and the family ties that were slowly tearing apart. If it was only it was an easy task to heal all wounds... If only.

Elladan walked back into the room he had left, his heart could not leave his twin brother. He had only gotten as far as the exit of the house when his heart strings pulled him back. Cursing him for trying to leave Elrohir when his twin needed him.

Sadly, the only person besides Estel to be present, was Figwitt. His brother was not in the room anymore. Had his brother left feeling betrayed by him? Or did something really bad come?

"Elrohir?" Figwitt asked.

"No Elladan; where's Elrohir?"

"Glorfindel took him, he did not look well." Figwitt stood to depart. "I'm sorry Elladan."

"It's okay." Elladan smiled mirthlessly.

"I shall be leaving now, I bid you farewell." Figwitt bowed slightly then slipped from the room.

Watching him leave Elladan couldn't help but to compare Figwitt to tree snake. Weak, yet wise, and fast to leave. Sighing Elladan pulled a chair next to Estel. There on the bed he rested his head on his arms, watching Estel sleep. Soon he, himself, drifted off to sleep to.

(*D*)

"YOUR WHAT?!" The voice ran out over the court yard. "YES!"

Elladan and Elrohir looked up as Arathorn came running around the corner at top speed. Next to him, an elf would look slow. Both looked at him, wondering if the human by any chance had lost his mind. Elrohir barely caught the human as he tore by them. Both twirled around before Arathorn came to a halt.

"For the sake of others, what has gotten into you?" Elrohir asked in a scolding tone.

"Gil.. Gil.."

"Breathe young Arathorn." Elrohir urged.

"Yes, breathe, and tell us what has gotten you so riled. Please, before you disturb every elf in Rivendell." Elladan insisted. "Never have we seen you so hyper."

Arathorn's face lit up. "I'm going to be a father!"

"Gilraen's pregnant?" Elrohir asked feeling like he could yell like Arathorn did.

"Yes," Arathorn gasped griping Elrohir's arms tight. "I'm going to be a father, we're going to have a baby!"

"Does father know if this?" Elladan asked not really knowing what to say.

"Yes he knows, Gilraen went to him first to make sure."

Arathorn beamed more, pulling Elrohir into a hug. Then he hugged Elladan. Then to much the dislike, and amusement of the others, Arathorn ran around shouting the news. All the twins could do was to stare after Aragorn. Smiles plastered on both of their faces.

Gilraen walked from the house, echoes of her husbands shouts still could be herd. Softly she laughed as she walked up to the twins. Her eyes twinkling with pride, and joy.

"I am sorry, I should have waited to tell him at a decent hour." Gilraen said chuckling.

"It's okay Gilraen." Elrohir said turning around.

"Early morning wake up calls is good for elf." Elladan finished, not turning around.

"Sure no one will shoot him?" Gilraen asked.

"I'm sure." Elladan comforted.

"Before I forget, congratulations." Elrohir added politely.

"Thanks."

(*E*)

"Elladan, Elladan."

Elladan groaned, opening his eyes. Blinking a few times he focused upon Glorfindel. Mouth opened wide, Elladan yawned. Smacking his lips a few times to get the dryness out of his mouth. He was still to groggy to remember about Elrohir.

"I was having a nice dream. About the time Arathorn told all of Rivendell he was to be a father." Elladan mumbled.

"Ah yes, we all remember that. As I recall I was still trying to sleep when he started howling like a warg."

Elladan chuckled a little, then his face saddened.

"Don't worry Elladan, no one blames you." Glorfindel touched Elladan's shoulder. "And no worries, for you brother will be fine to."

"He will?" Elladan questioned suddenly waking up. "What was wrong?"

"Stress, and worry upon getting sick."

Elladan groaned inwardly.

"Don't worry Elladan, he will be fine. He's sleeping right now, but I'm certain he will want to be by Estel when he wakes." Glorfindel thought for a second. "I know he's still out, but why don't you go and get him. We can lay him next to Estel."

Obediently Elladan stood at lumbered out the door. Glorfindel watched him as he left. Upon old bruises, he saw the new one. The elf lords hand print stood clear on Elladan's check. The swollen bruise was a darker black and blue. The twins eyes were heavy and stared down at the ground.

"Oh Estel, what are we going to do about your stubborn father and brother?" Glorfindel asked knowing Estel couldn't answer him.

With Elladan gone, Glorfindel set out changing bandages. It was best to do while Estel was still asleep. That way he could not feel any pain.

(*L*)

Elrond closed the door to the last elf that needed to be seen. They all seemed healthy except for the boils that formed. Sighing his mind filled with questions, and guilt. So much swam in his head, it was a wonder how one could feel nothing. All this at once, it was to much for the half elven lord.

"Lord Elrond." A voice came. "Pardon me."

Looking up, Elrond saw an older, raven haired elf, holding a dead rat. Taking a step back Elrond glared at him. No rats were usually permitted in Rivendell, especially dead ones.

"I'm sorry but we found this dead in the stables, a stray from the caravan of humans more likely." The elf said respectively, but a hint of disgust.

Before he could question the reasoning behind having to show him a dead rat, something bit his arm. Glancing down he noticed the wiggling form of a flea. Then as if Valar kicked him in the head, it dawned on Elrond.

"I want this placed searched for rats. Find any burn him, and I want all of Rivendell cleaned to get these fleas out of here. Fleas is how the plague is getting around, it is the only way not all of us are getting ill."

"So then we didn't need to kill the humans."

That stuck Elrond strait in the heart. "No, it was still for the better. You know how many fleas humans can carry. It would have been only a matter of time. You know how fleas are non discriminatory on who they bite."

"Yes Lord Elrond, I'll get on it right away." The raven haired elf bowed, leaving Elrond to himself.

Duty still called, and his heart still ached for him to apologize to his son. There was no need for violence, but lately he had been so violent towards one of his sons. Not to mention he wondered how Elrohir was, he had left without checking on him.

(*T*)

Elrohir's face looked worn, it did not show the mischief it once did. Even his eyes seemed dull when he stared up at Elladan. Glorfindel told him he would still be asleep by the time Elladan would get there. It was clear that he was not.

"I come to take you by Estel, how are you feeling?"

"Lightheaded and weak." Elrohir said forgetting the fact his twin left him.

Before Elrohir could tempt to rise, Elladan was by his side. Scooping his brother easily into his arms. It shocked Elladan when Elrohir didn't give his 'don't treat me like a cripple' speech. Instead Elrohir just rested his head on Elladan's shoulder.

"Excuse me brother, but I don't feel like fighting." Elrohir said slurred.

"It is fine, I do not feel like fighting either."

Easily Elladan carried Elrohir from his room. Almost promptly running into his father. His father in which he wished not to see. Both faces went blank of emotions, not wanting to betray anything to the other. Shrugging off the greeting he got from his son, Elrond took a step closer to Elladan.

Elladan stepped back.

"I just want to check on your brother, nothing more." Elrond stated gently. "I'm not here to fight."

Elladan's face crumpled and he looked off to the side. Sighing Elrond checked Elrohir for a temperature, he was sure there was a little one, but none that mattered. Then he took one of Elrohir's hands, touching the scars that marred his sons hand.

"I'm sorry Elladan." Elrohir said quickly. "What I did was uncalled for, and you don't have to forgive me for it."

"Good."

Elrond laid Elrohir's hand back on his stomach, resisting the urge to say something back. It was best if he let Elladan have his space, and hopefully in time he would come around.

"In my room on my self, is a white covered dish. Apply that cream to Elrohir's hands and wrap them tightly. The scars are getting a little stiff and they need to be kept soft so they can heal properly." Elrond said concentrating on his son. "Now is it all right with you if I check on Estel?"

"What ever you want." Elladan responded.

It was odd, Elrond didn't really care anymore that his son was mad at him. He had done his best to soothe things over. If his son wanted to be mad so be it. Elrohir listened as his father's footstep grew further down the hallway.

"What will it take for you to forgive father?" Elrohir asked.

"I do not know Elrohir, I don't even know if I can forgive him."

"Well try Elladan, I'm sure father has his reasons."

"Elrohir shut up." Elladan snapped. "I really do not want to hear this right now."

Elrohir shut his mouth, lowering his head. "Sorry Elladan."

(*)


Chapter 10 - Truth

AN: Yes Estel is coming, same with some exciting idea's from readers.

The bodies have fallen,
The answers have come.
Behold the truths,
That are beginning to show.
Lift your heads,
The carrier of death,
Will soon be passed.

(*)

The sun was on the rise when Estel opened his eyes. Never knowing he missed a day in time, all he cared about the great thirst he felt. Mind still foggy with sleep, he remembered people shouting. People he recognized, it scared him even in his dark world. Blinking he looked over to his side. His fathers eyes were open, but dazed in sleep. Feeling the bed tilt to the side, he looked to the other side of him.

Elrohir lay beside him on the bed. Why he was there couldn't figure it out. Fighting his aching body, he rolled over. Gripping Elrohir's arm tight. That is when he noticed Elladan on the other side of the bed.

His face was bruised, even more then Elrond's, Estel noticed. What caught his attention was the hand print. It stuck out in the pale surroundings of the room. The light highlight the little details of the bruise. It was pretty in a sense.

To intent was Estel on Staring at the bruise, he nearly scared when Elrohir moved. He would have if he wouldn't have felt so drained. Noting that he scared Estel, Elrohir stopped.

"Peace Estel," Elrohir began, "it is just me, and nothing more."

Estel snuggled closer to Elrohir. Not feeling well enough to speak quite yet. His head hurt alot, and his body ached greatly. With his free bandaged hand, Elrohir lightly stroked Estel's hair. Relaxing a little more Estel sunk lower into the bed.

"What happened to him?" Estel asked curiosity getting the better of him. "Was it orcs?"

"No," Elrohir tried to find the right words to say. "They had an accident."

"Don't lie!" Estel scolded. "I herd yelling."

"It was just a dream Estel that is all." Elrohir lied smoothly.

"No it wasn't!" Estel snapped. "Stop lying or I'll never ever forgive you."

Elladan stirred looking at Estel, which was just a small bump tightly pressed against his twin's side. Elrond also stirred at the sound of the tiny voice. Both looked like they still remained asleep. It was best of Elrohir handle this, he was best at things like this.

"I'm sorry Estel I lied."

"They were fighting!" Estel yelled his voice cracking. "I told you I herd them in my sleep! They hate each other now don't they?"

Sympathetically Elrohir hugged Estel as the child began to cry. Displeased. he glared at his father, at the same time mentally kicking his brother. Knowing how much trouble they caused both shifted in their seats.

"No Estel, I do not hate Elladan." Elrond said.

"Liar!" Estel screamed, "You hate broder and now we won't be a family!"

"Calm yourself Estel, me and Elladan were only-" Elrond looked at Elladan not knowing what to say.

Estel's sobs, turned into coughs. His body twitched at the pain each cough gave him. Carefully Elrohir slid them into a sitting position, then began to rub Estel's back in circles. His eyes easily caught the blood that caked the humans hands, and splattered on the sheets. The coughs turned into heaves, and Estel began puking up blood.

Without thought Elladan rushed to get water, and Elrond tried to calm Estel. Out of air Estel gasped, and leaned back. Both Elrond and Elrohir helped him lay down. Air crackled and popped on the way in, his throat slowly clearing out.

"I'm thirsday." Estel complained.

"Here Estel." Elladan handed him a cup of water.

"Thank you." Estel said politly taking the water.

Greedily Estel drank it, not caring his father wished him to drink it slowly. After Estel was done his eyes closed, he was out again. The twins faces turned grim, as Elrond's face sunk closer to defeat.

"Change the blankets," Elrond ordered.

Elladan glared at his father letting him know he would not take orders from him, but would do this for his brothers. Elrond uncharacteristically threw up his arms, walking towards the door. Where Legolas soon appeared, he was clearly upset.

"Legolas this is not the time." Elrond glowered.

"You killed them all?" Legolas snapped. "I know they were pathetic humans but you killed them! you had no just cause!"

"Legolas, if you rile up my son, I will dispose of you." Elrond said without thinking. "He has enough to go through right now."

Elrohir and Elladan caught Legolas' words, every one of them. They remembered hearing something about humans arriving in Rivendell, but they were to busy with Estel to figure out what was going on.

"Father, what is Legolas talking about?" Elladan asked.

"Elladan this does not concern you. Legolas lets go outside." Elrond grabbed Legolas' arm.

"Nay Elrond, your sons deserve to hear about the innocent people you murdered." Legolas said standing his ground. "Do you deny what you did?"

"No." Elrond replied feeling sick to his stomach.

Elrohir and Elladan's mouth dropped, as the blood stained blanket fell to the floor. Their father and murder was not without just cause. Unconsciously Elrond glanced back at his sons.

"It was for the better though," Elrond lowly, "they would have died slowly other wise."

"Who made you the judge of that?" Legolas asked. "How did you really know they were going to get sick?"

Turning from the door, Elrond walked back by Estel, touching his cheek lightly. His eyes lost to someplace else, some place that only sadness reigned. To say the least he was sick of being here, the pain was just to real, just to strong.

This used to be the home of his happiness, the place of his once pleasant dreams. Oddly he wondered if all this stress is why his beloved wife left. Taking a deep breathe he pushed the feelings down deep within him. Elrond would not let other see how he was feeling.

"I think this plague is carried by fleas." Elrond stated. "I am certain of it. By coming in here the fleas on those filthy humans transferred from them to us, and back to them." Solemnly he looked into Legolas' eyes. "The strain of plague has changed, it's different here in Rivendell then the rest of the affected area's."

"How can that be?" Elladan asked.

Elrond grabbed a wet rag, beginning to clean of Estel. "Everyone's immune systems are stronger here in Rivendell; Even that of Estel. It changed to survive."

"So that means-"

"That means young Legolas, we have not seen the likes of anything like this on Middle Earth, and if we are not careful even us elves may fall victim." Elrond finished interrupting Legolas. "Now you see why I did what I did?"

Legolas drew back not knowing what else to say, neither of the twins knew what to say either. Just to get away from the stares if only for a few seconds Elrond left to get a blanket for Elrohir and Estel.

"I did not know." Legolas said still stunned.

"It's okay Legolas." Elladan responded sluggishly. "We did not either."

Elladan stepped over the fallen blanket forcing his twin to lay down. As he did so Legolas noticed a reddish black bulge on Elrohir's neck as his hair slipped back. For him it was the beginnings of two major realizations.


Chapter 11 - Dreary roads

HN: The lady Irish Elf, forgot some of you dislike Figwitt, and do not understand her reasonings. Well since he has no use in the book by any means, she can beat, or kill him how ever she pleases... Sparing many other important elves the torment. You understand the lady's reasoning now? All she needs now is a spark- ::does a double take at the author who is balancing a knife on her nose::-she has all the reasoning of an orc... And the IQ of a cave troll.

(*)

Swift rider,
Riding fast and hard.
Coming with a message.
Listen and heed his words,
Every one of them.
Salvation will come,
People will survive.
Death is now departing the gates,
Leaving your city's borders.

(*)

"Legolas were are you going?" Elrohir asked jogging up to the blonde elf.

(*)

Three days had passed in the house of Elrond. Day by day young Estel seemed to get worse. Chills, exertion, fever, confusion, and pain from the ruptured buboes (boils) tormented the young child. The elf lord and son had reached a point were they did not hate nor like each other. They just kept their distances, meeting in the middle with the care of Estel.

(*)

"Going out Elrohir; I have to get the word to the humans how to stop this black death." Legolas answered.

(*)

Within the three days Elrohir had recovered. Body restored back to it's usual vigor by the second day. He had remained in bed for extra day to keep the chills away from his human brother. As futile of an attempt as that was. Also in the three days, the humans were buried. Given an elvish burial. It was certain the man killed by Elrond, lay by his sister.

(*)

"No, Legolas you are not." Elrohir demanded. "You will remain here."

(*)

On the forth day is were this story continues in one of the hidden chapters of the black death that touched Middle Earth. Legolas is stopped from leaving to tell about the discoveries, but is stopped by Elrohir. There is risk trying to slip out of Rivendell, for it was strongly forbidden to leave.

(*)

"El-" Legolas started but got cut off.

"I will ride, my body has been purged of this vile disease. You may still be ill Legolas." Elrohir said demandingly.

Legolas smiled, "Ride swift, remember Estel still needs your warmth."

Elrohir stared at Legolas dumbfounded. "Did I just hear your right?"

"Yes," Legolas laughed, "now hurry on your way before you are caught."

Not wasting another heart beat, Elrohir grabbed Legolas' back pack running to the stables. He knew Legolas would have a horse in waiting. Preparation was one of the Mirkwood elf's strong attributes. One reason he was not hesitant to take Legolas' pack.

"About time you arrived." Elladan commented handing Elrohir the reigns to his own horse. "And before you ask how I knew what you were up to; remember that I am your twin... ... And no, I will not go past the Rivendell borders."

"Thank you Elladan," Elrohir sighed, hopping unto the horse.

Together the twins rode silently out of Rivendell. The sun was setting now, they were sure to reach the borders by sun up if they rode all night. Legolas shaded his eyes from the last of the sun, watching as they rode off into the calico colored forest. Navigating the trail out of Rivendell unseen would be the toughest of challenges to come.

(*L*)

Water drizzled into a bowl as Elrond wrung out a rag. Next to him Estel was buried in layers of blankets. Still his body shivered uncontrollably feeling cold that was not there. Still he noted that Estel was awake more often. Meaning he must be feeling better. Setting the rag aside to dry, Elrond stared at his hands.

There he still saw the blood of the man he killed, there he could see the faces of the people he killed. Elrond's hands began to shake violently, he could not control it. Troubled he fisted up his hands bringing them to his chest.

"Father?" A soft voice came.

Taking a breathe to steady his nerves, Elrond faced Estel. "Estel, your awake, I was worried for a while there."

Estel's young eyes bored into Elrond's, pulling unsaid answers from his body. Blinking, Elrond pulled from his sons look. He forced a smile, grabbing the rag he just set down. Sadly Estel watched as his father played with it, he knew his father was hiding feelings again.

"I want to see the sunset." Estel said quickly.

"I'm afraid your much to sick for that still, it'll have to wait for another day." Elrond answered sharply.

"Please," Estel begged trying his best to look cute.

"I guess the fresh air would do you some good."

Elrond stood gathering Estel's blankets around the child as he picked him up. Estel only wiggled a little for air, and to get a view. The elf lord carried Estel out unto the balcony, just as the sky was in pinks and oranges, the clouds darkened against it all. To Estel it was breath taking, to Elrond it was torture.

Taking in a deep breathe, Estel let the cool air into his lungs. He could feel the life come back into him. Looking over all of Rivendell he noticed the spring colors. Last he was out the trees were still green.

"Father, the leaves have changed, how much have a missed?"

"Not a lot Estel, the leaves change fast. At most you missed a week." Elrond answered Estel.

A few minutes passed in silence.

"Oh, and why are the elfs not singing?" Estel asked again as the dark blue began to show. "The especially sing at sun down."

"I think it's about time we go in."

"No!" Estel screams. "You promised we'd see the sun down and I want to see it fully."

"Estel I say when we go in, now be quiet!" Elrond said harshly, more harsh then he had ever been to Estel.

Estel tensed, pulling back into the blankets. If he wasn't so scared by Elrond outburst he would have started crying right there. Noticing his mistake, Elrond's shoulders dropped.

"I am sorry Estel, I did not mean to shout. We will wait till you say it's time."

No more words were said between father and son. Only the words of a soft elven lullaby danced in the air. It's beauty was marred by the elf's troubled soul. The birds hushed there nightly singing, in a moment of silence for the elf lord. Soon the sun was set, night had now come. Estel spoke of no words of going in, cautiously Elrond looked at his son.

"Estel I thought you were going to say when-" Elrond stopped seeing his son asleep. "Sleep well young one, I'm certain now you will see many more sunsets."

(*D*)

Estel awoke the next day to the piercing eyes of Legolas as he stared down at him. Whimpering he pulled the blankets up over his head. This made Legolas a little confused, but he shrugged it off. He after all, was just still a strange elf to the child.

"It is okay, I'm not here to hurt you." Legolas cooed.

Estel peered out from under the blankets. "Your not?"

"No I'm not, I am just hear to watch you while you father is out."

Estel coughed, Legolas was thankful to see no blood this time. As it did for days earlier. Putting out a hand Legolas felt Estel, were obviously he would find one. It never seemed to go down, but he was glad to see more life in Estel's eyes today.

Before Legolas withdrew his hand Elrond walked in carrying a tray with food. With a clank of the dishes, he set it on the table beside Legolas. Not acknowledging that he knew Estel was awake.

"I'll feed him now, fever any better." Elrond asked stirring Estel's food.

"It is the same." Legolas left the chair.

Elrond said nothing as he sat down. Scooping out the food he offered the spoon to Estel. Estel blanched, pulling the covers over his head. That in it's self was a good sign.

"Estel," Elrond sighed, "you must eat you haven't eaten for days."

"No."

"Let me try." Legolas offered.

"Here," Elrond handed over the bowl and spoon not even bothering to argue.

Legolas sat on the bed, pulling the covers slowly from over the boys head. His eyes twinkling, and a smile across his face. He spooned out some food. As the spoon neared, Estel opened his mouth. Elrond glowered at the site of Legolas, a stranger to his son, feeding him. The elven gods were punishing him, he was certain of it.

"I'm going for a walk." Elrond said bluntly then left.

Legolas looked after Elrond, as Estel took another bite. He could tell the light around the elf lord was fading. It did not show as bright as it used to. In matter of fact it barely shown at all, Elrond was dying.

His distraction cost him, for Estel instead of taking a bite, flicked the spoon. Food plastering the prince's face. Legolas' face contorted as he looked at Estel amused.

"Funny, your definitely getting better." Legolas put down the food. "If your done eating sleep."

"Nope still hungry."

Cringing Legolas continued to feed Legolas till he drifted off to sleep.

(*)

AN: Just read reviews, want to know why Elrohir has scars, read my previous story storm warning. ::Kicks Haldir for insulting her::


Chapter 12 - Missing, and found

AN: Might not be updating tomorrow, probably be to tired out. Not to mention I got coaxed in to writing a novel. Doubt I have enough skill to get published, but :;shrugs:: at least I can say I tried. I already have two poems published.

(*)

Hope,
Something taken for granted.
Faith,
Strengthened when hundreds of people die.
Unity,
Peace after death decides to leave.
Beliefs,
What is left over when death is gone.
Courage,
Is left to those able to carry on.

(*)

Time passed slowly during the day. Legolas had attended to Estel, the open sores finally beginning to heal. Another good sign that Estel was on the road to mending. As the day grew on to late afternoon, Glorfindel appeared. Low in hopes, for he had been trying for hours to locate Elrond.

"Pardon me again Legolas, have you seen Elrond as of yet?"

"Nay, last I saw of him was when I fed Estel." Legolas answered. "And you know of that."

"Thank you Legolas, if you hear from him let him know I'm looking for him."

"I will-Glorfindel." Legolas slipped in quickly before the elf could take off. "I shall go look for him, you stay and watch Estel. You need the rest after all."

"No chance of that Legolas." Glorfindel boomed out, taking off down the hallway.

Legolas smiled, "And Glorfindel, have you seen the twins today."

For a few seconds all their was, was silence. Then elvish cursing could be heard echoing down the hallway. Glorfindel has finally realized the twins were missing. Amused by Glorfindel's actions, Legolas shook his head. Only stopping when he eyes fell on Estel.

Big beady eyes stared up at him. Legolas could see the admiration as clear as the morning star. Estel smiled realizing Legolas was looking at him, for he had herd the whole thing.

"What is it child." Legolas asked, his smile disappearing.

"Never have I herd Glorfindel say such bad things." Estel replied in awe. "Not even the time the twins sent him over the falls in a barrel."

Legolas' face twitched in disbelief. "The twins set Glorfindel over the falls of Rivendell in a barrel? Estel, if I heard you right please do tell."

"Well father had some very old, and VERY big wine barrels. I ran across them in the woods. I had chased a snake into some bushes you see. But don't tell father I was casing snakes."

"I won't Estel, please carry on."

"Well, of course I had to show my find to my broders. An' they got BIG smiles on their faces. An'... an'... an' next minute I know they're stuffing a drugged Glorfindel into one." Estel explained.

"I hope they waited till he was awake before they sent him over."

"Mmm hmmm they did," Estel put a finger in his mouth. "Needless to say the barrel broke early on, it was very disappointing."

"Poor Glorfindel, that had to be painful, and mighty scary."

"Father said the same thing," Estel paused, "but he was laughing."

"So then the twins didn't get punished?" Legolas asked for clarification purposes.

"Yes, they got punished, that's how father realized grounding them was not worth it anymore."

"What did your father do to them?"

Estel shrugged, "I don't know, but they couldn't sit down comfortably for a long time."

Just barely, Legolas managed not to laugh. "So your dad was mad."

"Yes he was, mad and laughing." Estel looked down lost in depressing thoughts. "You know, father used to hang out by one of the falls, there was a tree shaped like a heart. He told me that was his favorite place, an' it was the last place he and his wife showed untroubled emotions of love."

"I never herd of such a tree in Rivendell." Legolas said thoughtfully.

Estel shook his head, his hair dancing with the movement. "It only began to grow when she sailed over the seas or so father says... How long ago was that?"

"A long time ago Estel, do you think you would be fine by yourself?"

Estel yawned loudly, Legolas took that for a yes. Staring after Legolas in dismay, he wished the elf would have left him some water. He was mighty thirsty.

(*)

"Glorfindel?"

An elf pointed over his shoulder, concentrating more on his game. Legolas rushed past him without a thank you. There was other things more important to do then mess with polite manners.

"Glorfindel?" Legolas asked again.

"I'm right here," Glorfindel replied stepping around a group of elves. "What has brought you to seek me? That desperate to rid your self of the human?"

"No, as much as I wished to." Legolas said honestly. "But it does involve the child."

"Oh?"

"Yes, he remembers his father having a favorite place by one of the falls of Rivendell. Two trees that form a heart."

"I have never herd of such a place, you sure the boy was not delusional?" Glorfindel asked skeptical.

"I'm certain he was not delusional." Legolas replied.

"Pardon," One of the grouped up elves asked, his blue eyes setting him apart. "I do remember such a place, it's not to far from here."

"Show us." Glorfindel ordered.

The elf showed respectful knowledge, leading them forth to find the tree. The sun darkened, as a grey cloud moved in.

(*T*)

The travel from Rivendell had taken longer then expected. For they had to leave their horses behind early on. Sneaking past elven patrols on foot. Only now were they approaching the outer reaches of Rivendell. Elladan stopped, halting his twin to.

"Elrohir," Elladan whispered, "this is where you go by yourself."

Elrohir looked out in front of him. "This will be one of my longest trips without you. To say I'm not wary of it would be dishonest."

"You will be fine brother, now go."

Shrugging off the pack he handed it to his brother. "It would be better if I traveled without this. You on the other hand forgot to pack, and you will be sitting for longer."

Elladan nodded, then watched his brother dart forward, and out of Rivendell. Some where in his heart he wanted to tell his brother good bye, but good byes were forever. He shouldered Legolas' pack looking the disappearing form of his twin.

"See you later Ro." Elladan whispered to the wind.

(*G*)

Legolas looked around, they had found the tree but no evidence that Elrond was around. Something pulled Glorfindel to stare over the edge off the falls. At first his keen elven eyes didn't pick up anything queer. Just waves as the falls tumbled down into the wide deep river. Then he saw what the elves did not want to see.

Elrond was floating in the water far below. His face was down in the water, his limbs floated, and his body limp pressed against a rock by the currants. The small waves from the falls, made Elrond's hair wiggle like worms.

"I found him." Glorfindel groaned.

(*)


Chapter 13 - Vilya

(*)

Test of time,
Test of faith.
What have you done,
For the gods,
To test your own house?
You brought,
Ill fortune in.
Now you must,
Drive it out.
Elf of great wisdom,
What will you do?

(*)

An arrow whizzed by, picking up thin strands of black hair as it passed close to Elrohir's head. Determined to get his point across to the small encampment of soldiers, Elrohir remained still. Even as the human notched another arrow, this time not attending not to miss. He knew the humans had misgivings about him, especially at the fact he refused to come close to them.

'I repeat, I am Elrohir, twin brother to Elladan, son of Elrond Peredhil lord of Rivendell. I come in peace with a message.' Elrohir repeated. 'As you can see I am unarmed and of no threat to you.'

That was the honest truth. He was in to much of a hurry to depart that Elrohir didn't get any of his weapons. It was not customary for him to carry weapons around Rivendell. Slowly Elrohir raised his hands to further clarify his unarmed status.

'Wait,' The human leader intervened finally.

At first Elrohir didn't know what caused the sudden change. Then he noticed the off white color of his bandages. Elrohir had completely forgotten about them.

'Your injured elf, are you sick yourself?' The leader asked nervously.

'No, I am not ill. I acquired these injuries saving my brother from a fire.' Elrohir unwrapped his hands. 'Now please will you hear me out?' Elrohir pleaded.

'Go on elf, what is this about?'

'We have found the carriers of this disease.' Elrohir shouted. 'It's the fleas that infest your homes and cities.'

'You calling us filthy elf?' The leader said with warning in his voice.

/Yes,/ Elrohir thought. 'No,' Elrohir replied.

Moments passed in silence. The leaders eyes firmly locked on Elrohir's. Searching for any flicker of dishonesty. By the steadiness in the elf's eyes, the leader knew for certain the elf was not playing them for fools. Taking a deep breath the leader kicked someone, but Elrohir could not make out who.

'Listen to the elf.' Elrohir over heard. 'Send out riders to spread the word.'

Curiously Elrohir watched them move. His senses told him to run, dignity told him to stand his ground. In time the leader stood a bow and arrow in his hands. A th-wump filled the air, as an arrow whizzed through the air again. Landing barely a centimeter from Elrohir's right foot.

'Drink it elf.' The human leader ordered. 'I know it won't kill you, for your not a man, but it'll slow you down and keep you from following us.'

Growling to himself, Elrohir bent over. Uniting knot of the string that held the little bottle, face contorting with the ill feelings he had. On most occasions he would not drink such a thing, resort to trickery to avoid it. But once his father told him, there is a time to put yourself at risk, or ill health, to save lives. Quickly he downed the liquid, surprised at how sweet it was.

'Thank you elf, this assures peace between us, and the honesty of your words.' The humans said.

Elrohir nodded. 'May I go now, or do you want me to be here till I wither in misery?'

'Yes, go. I promise you on my honor, and the honor of my men, that we will pass the message to everyone.

Turning heal, Elrohir swiftly walked away. His stomach burned as the poison settled in. Somewhere behind him he heard the hoof beats of horses as the promise was kept. It would be awhile before Elrohir realized it was all worth being poisoned.

(*R*)

Free falling into the air, Glorfindel felt awed as he watched his world pass by him. For this point he felt no exhilaration, but he could not feel his heart beat. The instant his feet left solid stone his heart stopped. His hair flapped behind him waving to the elves he knew were making their way now down the treacherous trail down the falls.

A breath before he hit the water, Glorfindel recalled the pandemonium that burst out, and Legolas' pale disbelieving face as Glorfindel jumped into thin air. Straitening out his body, Glorfindel slipped into the churning waters with a splash.

For a few seconds he remained suspended in the water before his body told him to swim. When he surfaced treading water that wanted to pull him under again, Glorfindel felt the exhilaration of the fall catch up. His limps tingled, stunned from hitting the water. Glorfindel knew as soon as his limps recovered he would feel the chill of the water.

Skillfully he swum to Elrond, managing the water and it's currants Glorfindel rolled the limp form over. Elrond's lungs did not draw breath, nor did his heart beat. It seemed to Glorfindel the elf lord was dead, but he could not think the worse.

(*)

Elrohir stumbled, behind him a large number of orcs hunted him. His head spun wildly, and his stomach wished to spew its contents. Disoriented Elrohir tripped over a branch sprawling unto the ground. Frantically he crawled forward, trying to get away. Minutes, that's all Elrohir knew he had.

Elladan saw his brothers plight kneeling down beside him. His brother looked ill, and he could hear the orcs. He stood drawing his bow and arrow, he came prepared.

The orcs froze, last time they saw an elf matching that description he was struggling to move. Now there they thought he stood, healthy, not as sick as they first thought. Confused the orcs stopped, talking among themselves. Squabbling among themselves they drew back, if the elf was now healthy he either left someone easier to harm behind, or was luring them into a trap.

Orcs gone, Elladan knelt beside his twin. Which by now was out cold. His breathing was regular, same with his pulse. Besides for later side affects, he knew his brother would be fine.

(*)

Elrond stood in a beautiful field, the road to the elvish after life. Carefully he took a step forward, the world went black. Startled Elrond looked around for the answer, the reason for the change. His sharp elven eyes could make out nothing, cept for darkness.

"Hello?" Elrond called out.

"Elrond Peredhil, lord of Imladris, elf of wisdom." A voice echoed, neither male or female. "You know it is not your time to go."

Elrond opened his mouth to speak, but he felt that urge crushed by something in the air. He thus remained quiet.

"You remember how you got here Elrond Peredhil?"

Elrond recalled that he was walking along the edge of the falls. His mind going over every little problem that was going on. The questions of why kept ringing through his head painfully. Vaguely Elrond recalls a poorly placed step. A stone turned under his foot.

He had fallen into the air, free of solid ground. To make matters worse he did not have the strength in him to make a less painful impact with the water. Elrond had landed flat on his back.

"You should be dead," The voice taunted. "I will not allow that though. Gil-galad was surprised when I finally let him die. Finally finding an elf to carry me through the centuries."

Elrond drew back startled that the voice said such a thing. How did it know of Gil-galad? Why did it say those things? The voice chuckled to its self. Finding Elrond strangely amusing.

"That is what you wished me to say is it not?" The voice asked.

Thinking back Elrond recalled the thought saying that the voice was evil, nothing more. The feeling in the room grew heavy, as if the voice grew sad.

"No, Gil-galad found you on his own. The day he died he talked to me, asked me to let him go. He knew as long as he lived, you could never come my master." The voice paused. "Gil-galad admired you Elrond Peredhil. He knew the fine elf you would make someday. If you know not my name by now, I am called by the elves, Vilya."

At the sound of the name Vilya, Elrond gasped his eyes wide. Staring at nothing, yet staring at the ring he so cherished for all these centuries. The only thing he cherished more was his wife... And his children. Suddenly Elrond urned for his children.

"You get it now Elrond Peredhil." The voice softened. "It is all right, I will not let you die. You are to greatly needed on Middle Earth. Know elves look up to you for comfort and hope. It is up to you to look for the light, in darkness."

A bodiless hand touched Elrond's face lightly. Elrond reached up, touching where he figured the hand to be.

'I em Vilya, the greatest ring of all of elves, dwarves, and men. I will be ever with you Elrond, even the day you pass away."

With those words said, Elrond could feel himself slipping back in time.

(*R*)

Sadness choked Glorfindel, he could not get any life from Elrond. The group of elves approached them as Glorfindel stood over the lifeless body of the prince. A light shown brightly blinding Glorfindel, and when it faded he looked at Elrond.

He was breathing.

(*H*)

Estel leaned against the door, he was tired, but he was more thirsty. He had herd the elves leave, for a few minutes he waited for their return. When they did not he decided to get up and find water on his own. Now as Estel slowly made his way back to his room, commotion arose. Quietly he remained were he stood, as elves filed in.

At first he did not worry, then he noticed a dripping wet Glorfindel caring a limp wet elf. Fear filled Estel as he recognized his father. The man he thought could never get hurt, or sick, now looked dead. Elrond's arm hung out limp, as his head bent backwards.

"Father?" Estel whimpered.

None of the elf noticed the little voice cept for one; Legolas. The Mirkwood elf looked from Elrond, then to Estel. Breaking off from the group, Legolas took Estel in his arms. Swiftly carrying him away from the scene.

"FATHER!" Estel screamed.

"Shh Estel, be quiet." Legolas ordered none to kind.

"No let me go!" Estel screamed. "FATHER!"

"Estel!" Legolas shouted trying to not let his feelings take over. "Please Estel calm down."

His words didn't sink in as Estel continue to struggle and scream for his father. Legolas held the child close, feeling need to protect the child from the sites. Trying to protect him from what still may come. Estel screamed again, Legolas drew him closer.


Chapter 14 - Error

The king as fallen,
The pawns have risen,
Up out of the ashes.
Generations come together,
For it is the time to heal.
You now have the answers,
You now have the key.
The black death's time,
Is almost done.

(*)

The twins drew near Rivendell, Elrohir feeling a tiny headache but nothing to much else wise. It was the first time in a very long time that Elrohir, and Elladan came back to Rivendell without carrying someone. Punching Elrohir playfully, Elladan picked his twin up, flinging him over his shoulder. It just didn't feel right to enter Rivendell with both of them on their feet.

"Elladan I can walk, this won't count." Elrohir complained.

"I can always knock you out brother, would that be better?" Elladan asked teasingly.

Before Elrohir could smart back at his brother, they felt the despair of the elven population. Leary Elladan walked the cliff side pass, into the gates of Rivendell. All the elves that looked at them seemed to do so with disdain. Elladan dropped Elrohir on his feet, scanning Rivendell for answers.

Elrohir grabbed an arm of a passing elf, "Tell me dear friend, what has happened here?"

"If you wouldn't have run off you would have known." The voice said sharply. "But what are we to expect from the sons of Elrond. Definitely not anyone worthy of the lords wisdom, but the direct opposite."

Elrohir let the elf pull free, then with wide eyes looked at his brother. Never before had they been greeted so poorly in Rivendell. It was very unnerving to say the least. Both brothers ran off into their house, ignoring the elves that stared at them.

Once in side they followed the sound of a musical elvish lullaby. The well known voice of a Mirkwood elf. A voice that could put any man or beast to sleep in a matter of a few cords.

In a small sitting room they found Legolas in a rocker, rocking a bundled up Estel. Four tiny scratches shone against the Mirkwood elf's fair face from ear to chin. Estel lay as if he were a mere infant against the elf's shoulder. Stretching from a few inches over the elf's shoulder, to his feet resting on Legolas' leg.

Elladan and Elrohir always knew Estel was small for one of his race, hopefully he would grow more with coming age. Other wise he would be mistaken for a Hobbit. His feet were big enough, same with his appetite.

"You are back so soon." Legolas said softly to not wake Estel.

"Yes, Elrohir met an army which lessened the time... Tell me Legolas, what has happened here?" Elladan inquired.

Legolas' face grew more grave. "Elrond, your father, had an accident. He fell off one of the falls and landed none to gracefully. Thankfully Glorfindel found him in time. As for if he will still live by morning, I do not know."

"You do not know?" Elrohir said as loud as he dared to go with Estel.

"The fall was great, and he has contracted the plague. He may have chosen to be of elf kind, but his immune system does not seem to be handling this like an elf." Legolas hugged Estel closer. "Neither is Estel taking this well."

"I can see, are you okay Legolas?" Elladan asked.

"'Tis just scratches, nothing more."

"I'm going to go see father." Elrohir said hastily heading for the door.

"Elrohir!" Legolas shouted.

Startled by the loud noise Estel began to scream again. Legolas started rocking harder rubbing the young child's back. Elrohir froze in the doorway looking at Legolas.

"What?"

"You cannot go see him, Glorfindel said it would be better if Elrond was to have no visitors." Legolas stated then began to sing.

Elrohir punched the door frame, looking around as if the answers of what to do would be written out. His twin stood confused, being forbidden to see his father was extreme.

"But-" Elladan began.

"No buts Elladan, now please, be quiet now your brother is upset, can you not see that?"

Legolas stood up abruptly bouncing Estel trying to keep the boy from screaming any louder. Usually this would frustrate him, but he grew attached to Estel.

(*G*)

Glorfindel sat wondering how all of this could have happened in Rivendell of all places. The difficult decision that Elrond had made he knew he himself could never have made. The twins, he noticed, were getting a most inhospitable welcome back into their own house. A welcome he was not surprised about thus he condoned.

Glorfindel sighed once more the full force of all the many days events hitting at once. If anyone were to come across him now they would have seen the mighty balrog slayer with tears spilling from his eyes. Finally got up and went to check on Estel again. Wipeing his tears aside.

There Glorfindel found Legolas still rocking the small child. The look of distaste had long gone from the elf's face. He noticed now that Legolas rocked the child as if they were the closest of friends.

"Legolas come let me have him I will lay him down for you so you may get some rest."

"NO!" Legolas yelled though not meaning too.

Legolas had become attached to the child for some reason and saw it as his place to tend to him. He got up and carefully laid the child down and crawled in next to him and fell asleep almost at once. Glorfindel shook his head. With all this death around there was still a small window of hope.

The hope laid in one so small and he hoped one that would live to reunite this torn family. At the same time the small vessal of hope, could heal the hardest hatred. With one last look he closed the door and hoped tomorrow would bring a better day.

Then Glorfindel eyes fell on the two rebellious sons of Elrond. Disappointment soon out weighed the sadness in his heart for this moment. It was at this time, he wished he had the same patience that Elrond possessed. Swiftly he reached forward grabbing one ear of each twin.

"Where have you two been? Your father needed you here. The pure agony of his decision is killing him at this very moment." Glorfindel yelled his anger getting the better of him.

"What decision?" Elladan asked cringeing, forgetting about the humans that died.

"Ouch! Glorfindel you are hurting me." Elrohir said.

"GOOD!" Glorfindel replied for he could not contain the anger any longer and the twins seemed to be a perfect target. "Your father and brother lay possibly dying and you do not even know the other horrors."

Elladan twisted free from the grip of his father's friend and looked at him tears brimming in his eyes. "Glorfindel we are sorry."

"Sorry is that all you can say? Sorry will not bring back those men that are now dead sorry will not heal your brother. Your father needed you and you were gone." Glorfindel snapped letting go of Elrohir's ear.

Glorfindel's words stung the twins and they hung their heads in defeat. The two now walked out of the house trying to clear their heads oblivious to the pouring rain.

Glorfindel still not done yet called for the guards. "Arrest the sons of Elrond. There's some old caves below Rivendell secure them there."

The guards nodded, and before the twins got far they found themselves surrounded by guards. They gave up peacefully, letting their hands be bound behind their backs. Glorfindel glared at them coldly, then turned his back as they were pushed away. He treated them like criminals, but it didn't help his troubled heart.

(*C*)

In a secret wet cave, not to far from the main city of Rivendell, the twins were led. It was cold tonight and one could see their breath in the air. Their feet sloshed in a few inches of water before they came to a ledge. An elf was just finishing securing to pair of shackles to the wall. For Rivendell didn't have any true prison cells.

"Please don't do this." Elrohir pleaded.

The elf shoved Elrohir towards the ledge. Stumbling forward, Elrohir tripped on a stone splashing into the water. The sour feelings the elves had for them right now, caused two to grab Elrohir. Dragging him over the rocks to a pair of shackles. There he was secured, and soon his twin joined. Then they just left them there, all alone. Most frighteningly defenseless.

Elladan scanned the dreariness of the cave. Water trickled in from streams, it was also clearly cold, but nothing that could bother an elf. The darkness was at a level, that depression sank in with no problem. Casting his eyes back to his twin, Elladan noticed his brother jerking.

"Calm down Ro, it will be fine."

"I am not the one to calm down El, you are the one who is shaking not me." Elrohir responded, sitting up.

Elladan looked at his hands, indeed they were shaking. Shamefully he tucked them in closer to his body. Smiling resuringly, he invited Elladan to lay on his lap. It would have been easer if their hands were not secured behind them. Emotionally tired Elladan dropped, his head resting on his twins lap. Seconds later tears burst from his eyes.

(*)

Thanks to Pookums1971 for the help with this chapter.


Chapter 15 - Traitor

Twins,
Gift by the gods.
Together they walk,
Two parts of one.
Yet their identities,
Are their own.

(*)

Elrohir stared at Elladan who had fallen asleep. His mind wandered to the day they were born, it was a mix of rain and clear weather. The first to come was Elrohir, his birth was uneventful. But when Elladan came into this world complications arose. After several hours of labor he had come out feet first, instead of the usual head first. Anxiety filled him as Elrohir recalled how he almost felt his twin slip away in those first few days.

By all facts Elladan should have died, but Elrohir used all his strength to make up what Elladan didn't. Despite how tuff he played, he was and always will be the weaker of the twins. Devotion to his twin ment Elrohir kept him going no matter what. Hiding his twin's weakness from others. Even if that ment calling Elladan, Elrohir for a day.

"Ro, I know what you are thinking," Elladan whispered as he awoke. "Thank you for never giving up on me."

Elrohir smiled, "it is of no trouble. Do not trouble yourself with thanking me... But you can tell me why you are awake so early."

"How can I not be awake, my heads freezing to your lap." Elladan said dully.

"Yeah I know, I feel like I'm in a giant caste." Elrohir replied chuckling. "And I think I'm feeling a slight chill."

"How long till Legolas frees us?" Elladan asked sitting up, cringing as his hair pulled free from the ice that formed around Elrohir.

Elrohir stopped chuckling, then shrugged. The ice that covered him creaked under the movement as Elrohir shifted his weight. Looking at his twin his face filled with concern, it was clear Elladan's depression was back. The same depression that kept leaving scars on the young elf's arms. It was like the pain helped him, but Elrohir knew that was not true.

"Do not worry brother. Night has turned to day since you drifted off. I am sure Legolas will be here soon."

Pausing for a few seconds Elrohir studied his twin, then in a sudden movement he kicked Elladan. Sticking out his tongue as Elladan glared at him. Elrohir could not comfort his twin, but he could start a fight to get his mind off things. Expectantly Elladan kicked him back.

"What did you do that for?" Elladan snapped.

"Cause I love you." Elrohir kicked back.

Elladan kicked Elrohir again and soon it turned into a kicking match. Their shackles the only things keeping them from slipping off the ledge as blows landed.

(*L*)

The Mirkwood elf awoke late, the sun was high in the sky. As his eyes fell on Estel he nearly burst out laughing. The young child had Legolas' thumb in his mouth. Legolas could not remember when, or how his thumb got in his mouth, but it was there now. Wiggling his thumb he woke up the sleeping child.

"Young son of Elrond, may I have my thumb back?"

Estel opened his eyes and let out a completive squeak as he released Legolas' thumb. Stretching wide enough that he nearly knocked Legolas off the edge off the bed. Then smacking his lips, he looked tiredly at the elf. Wondering why the blonde elf before him woke him from such a blissful sleep. Then his eyes grew wide as he recalled how Elrond was brought in the other day.

"Father?" Estel asked concerning Elrond.

"I know not about his condition Estel, but he still lives." Legolas assumed Elrond was still alive.

Estel looked off to the side, then back at Legolas. "Elly, and Ro?"

"I have not seen them since they left the room last night."

"I want broders." Estel pouted.

Legolas opened his mouth to say something against leaving Estel, but he could not. The young boy looked at him with big eyes that wavered. By now he learned that meant that if Estel didn't get his way he would have a very loud screaming kid on his hands. Right about now Legolas was nearly deaf from the kinds cries.

"I shall go look, and I will have Figwitt come in here to watch you."

"No! No, Figgy, I wish he would be killed by orcs." Estel pouted.

"Fine, no Figwitt." Legolas got out of the bed. "Then will you eat something without splattering it all over my face."

"Yes, I pwomise."

"I will be back in a few."

(*H*)

Legolas walked down the hallways scanning the hallways for a stay elf. Today none were to be seen. But in the gardens of Rivendell there would always be an elf so Legolas headed out there. When he approached the gardens he heard something that stopped him dead in his tracks. Silently he stood listening on a few elves who talked among themselves.

"I cannot believe what Glorfindel did last night. I know the twins deserved it but never would I have thought Glorfindel would do it." One stammered.

"Hey, the twins got what they deserved." One responded back.

"I know, I have not forgotten what they have done... Abandoning their father at a time like this."

"My father would cut off my ears if I did that." A second responded out of Legolas' eye site.

"Mine too." Another responded next to the one he couldn't see.

There was silence for a few seconds before the first one spoke again. "So do you believe Elrond will live?"

The group of elves shook their heads no. Unwanting to hear anymore, Legolas burst into the group. Grabbing the nearest elf to place his elven dagger to his throat. Safe planning, for these elves talked traitorously. Having a hostage would insure he would get his answers. The elf froze in Legolas' embrace, fearing the Mirkwood elf would take his life.

"Tell me what has happened to Elrohir and Elladan?" Legolas asked.

"C... Caves beneath Rivendell." The second elf responded pulling back. "Now put down the knife Legolas."

"Nay, I will not. Now take me to the twins."

The elf he couldn't see before darted off. Legolas shoved the blade tighter against the elf's neck causing the elf to choke. Even still the els put up rejection to showing Legolas. That was until red streamed down the hostage elf's neck.

"I am not joking," Legolas growled.

Taking a moment to look at themselves, the elfs lead Legolas to where the twins where. Legolas could barely fallow with the hostage, but he kept going. He would not loose the twins so fast. He owed the twins their freedom, they had left for a good reason. The vines were pushed away, and they sloshed into a cave. Sounds filled a cave and it sounded like a fight. It stopped at once as they all entered.

"Unshackle them, and do not lie to me I know one of you has the key." Legolas ordered.

One elf growled heading over to the twins. Soon the twins where free from their confines. Rubbing their wrists to get the blood flow back. They stared at Legolas wondering what just come down. Before they could ask, Fignutant and a horde of elves filled the cave entrance. Legolas knew he and the twins where trapped.

"Legolas, you know this does not fair well with the relations between Rivendell." Fignutant hissed. "Your father will know of your betrayal to Rivendell."

The twins watched in awe, they hated Fignutant, especially now. He had no right to make the call even if Elrond was down. The only person to have that right was Glorfindel, and that was only because their father trusted him. Elrohir and Elladan watched at Legolas shifted his position with the hostage.

"You do not understand where they were." Legolas said. "I sent them out to tell the humans how to stop this rapid death that is wiping them out!"

"That is offense to Rivendell regulations. For that all you three should be prisoner. Personally I wouldn't mind seeing the twins of Elrond rot to death in this hole."

Legolas had to make a choice, with a mighty shove he pushed the hostage into the fray of elves. Surprisingly the hostage did not resist, the hostage understood.

"Go!" Legolas shouted to the twins.

Staring at the Mirkwood elf for a second, they ran. Knowing that they would not dare hurt a hair on Legolas' head. Passing by the tangle of elves they recognized the hostage as Ursa, a good friend. Outside they ran square into Glorfindel. His sword reflecting the day sun; They were caught.

"Glorfindel get the traitors!" Fignutant demanded pushing through the vines.

Quietly Glorfindel held out his sword. Holding it not to the twins, but to Fignutant's throat. His eyes showed raw anger, but he herd the whole thing. Still he could not set the twins free. Until Elrond could straiten things up they would be criminals in the eyes of the Rivendell elfs.

Elladan grabbed Elrohir's arm, "run."

Both twins ran off into the wood at top pace. Fignutant gaped at the elves running away, but before he could say a word Glorfindel slit Fignutant's throat. A spray of blood, a futile attempt to stop the bleeding, and then the pesky elf was dead on the ground. Calmly Glorfindel wiped off the blood, ignoring the elves that stared.

"Yes, the twins are criminals." Glorfindel stalling for time. "But traitors of Rivendell get dealt with first. Now go get the twins."

None of them wanting to taste the blade of Glorfindel, they ran. Glorfindel looked into the cave at a startled Legolas who just stood open. Ursa held his throat the bleeding slowly stopping.

"Legolas, what have you started?" Glorfindel groaned. "And what do I do with you? I don't blame you for what you have done."

"I will stay willingly," Legolas said softly. "To ease tensions and to keep things from getting any worse. I also extend my apologies to you elf, I did not mean to hurt you."

"Names Ursa, and it's of no trouble. The twins have put me in worse... Glorfindel if I may protect him to keep him from the others?"

Glorfindel nodded then walked off, in a slow hurry to hunt the twins. He knew by now the look was not worth it, the twins already well concealed. But he had to keep a show up that he actually was holding to the rules.

(*H*)

Estel swung his feet over his bed, wondering when the elf would come back. Rubbing his eyes he yawned, then scratched the sores that were slowly healing. He knew he should lay down and try to get more sleep, but something kept him awake. Yawning again he looked at his pillow tempted to lay down, drift off to some distant dream world. Scratching his neck he stared at the pillow.

"Brother you should not be scratching your neck." A voice came from the window.

"Elly, Ro!" Estel shouted happy to see them.

"Shh Estel, quiet." Elrohir scolded.

"Me and Ro here are in some big trouble, you know where we can hide." Elladan whispered.

Estel nodded hopping off his bed, walking towards the closet. There he pushed the back wall of the closet. It opened up into a tiny room in the wall. Elladan and Elrohir crawled in. Four narrow beds were set into the wall. A small table cluttered the tiny sitting room they had. The sound of foot prints sent them clambering into the hidden room. Quickly Estel closed the hidden door, barely in time.

"Estel what are you doing?" An elf asked, the same blue eyed one as before.

"Looking for toys." Estel said innocently.

Suspicious the elf pulled Estel away from the closet. Looking in they saw nothing out of the ordinary. Sighing he looked at Estel who was playing innocent. He closed the main closet doors with a slam.

"You should be in bed resting, not playing." The elf scolded. "Now stay there, after Glorfindel is done with your father he'll see to you."

With that the elf was gone. Estel let out a deep sigh looking towards the closet. Now he knew why Glorfindel showed him the hidden rooms of Rivendell.


Chapter 16 - Filler

AN: ::screams and shrinks away:: Someone said my name!

HN: Say her name sever times over maybe she'll turn into a gollem.

AN: Golem? Why a golem?

HN: Cause you already resemble a hobbit, big feet, big appetite, love for partying.... Short for an elf.

AN: Oh yeah maybe Legolas and Rosie got it on behind the scenes at Sam's wedding to her.

HN: ::groans and holds his head::

AN: ::sees Legolas:: DADDY! ::glomp::

LN: ::pale:: I be what?


(*)

Things are not as they seem,
Hidden passage ways,
Secret Agendas.
Thus this is what it is like,
In a city that just,
Began to heal.

(*)

Ursa watched as Legolas paced on a ledge above the water. At first he paid no real attention. Caught in the rare scene before him. From his point he could see the falls unobstructed by any elvish building, or structure. The trees turning with the season, painted a breath taking back drop to the grey rocks, and the white falling waters. Now he was drawn by the annoying pacing, Ursa sighed heavily.

"Legolas what troubles you?" Ursa asked finally.

Legolas stopped his pacing. "I apologize... As for what is troubling I cannot figure out why Elrohir and Elladan can't be pardoned."

"Mmm, that." Ursa nodded. "As you know when this plague started to show up here Elrond put out a notice prohibiting any elf from exiting Rivendell. Under the pretenses of Rivendell, any elf who dare step forth out of Rivendell under such an order, would be arrested till the amount of damage done could be assessed."

"Then what?"

"Well, depends how much damage." Ursa pointed out. "If there was no real damage they'd be more then likely reprimanded. In the case of something bad happening the violator would be shunned after the order is lifted, and caste out of Rivendell. Forever unwelcome by the elves."

Legolas' eye brow twitched hearing this. He had herd the order, but he never had thought of what would happen if it were violated. Guilt struck him, it was his idea after all to tell the humans. His eyes fell unto the dark water, watching it flow out of the cave.

"Do not worry Legolas, Glorfindel forgives them. But he cannot just pardon them on his own. The elves of Rivendell are just still confused. Especially with what Figwitt did."

Promptly Legolas looked at Ursa, "Figwitt did?"

"Yes, he tried assuming command. Everyone knows that Glorfindel is the leader when Elrond, and his sons are unable to lead us."

"That is why Glorfindel called him a traitor?"

Ursa didn't respond, he just looked back out of the cave. Sometimes cities had their secrets, Legolas knew this was probably one of them. Respectfully he didn't push any further. Legolas sat down on the ledge staring out the entrance of the cave, urning for freedom.

(*H*)

Glorfindel entered Estel's room, shutting the door with his hip. His hands balancing a cloth covered tray. Eagerly Estel watched him as Glorfindel set the tray down. Pulling away the cloth revealed three bowls. It was venison stew prepared by the chefs. Setting one bowl aside, quietly Glorfindel carried the tray to the closet. Opening the secret door he shoved in the bowls.

"Your father still does not wake." Glorfindel said. "I'm hoping for a miracle, but Estel." Glorfindel paused shutting the door. "I have to be honest with you, I do not think Elrond will live much longer."

"No," Estel whimpered.

Walking over to Estel, Glorfindel kneeled down in front of Estel. His big elven hands taking the small human ones in his. They were not yet half his size.

"I know Estel it scares you, but I need you to be a big boy for your father. If I stay with him more it's likely he will survive. That means of course you will have to eat regularly and," Glorfindel nods towards the closet. "Think you can do that."

Estel shook his head yes, despite the tears that were building in his eyes. Glorfindel reached up and wiped them away.

"Now lets see how you are healing."

Carefully Glorfindel took off Estel's shirt, taking off the bandage that wrapped around his neck and upper body. As he got closer to the wound he found more and more that the bandages stuck. It had been to long since the bandages had been changed. Glorfindel sighed quite loudly hanging his head.

"Now would be a great time to have your brothers around." Glorfindel glowered. "Estel you lay down, I need to get water for your bath."

Remembering his last bath, Estel managed a glare. "Better be nice and warm! An'... an'... an' deep to!"

"Yes Estel, I'll have another elf do it, I must get back to your father. You rest and get some sleep."

"Who?" Estel asked.

"Raeka, you know him, tuff looking, unusual blue eyes for a Rivendell elf." Glorfindel described standing up. "Feel free to abuse him."

It was then Glorfindel left Estel's presence. Returning to the unconscious elf lord. Sadness came back to him as he reached for the door handle to Elrond's room. Faith, he had to keep faith. He would get by, he had to for the people of Rivendell, for Elrond.

Suppressing his anxiety Glorfindel stepped into Elrond's room. The elf lord was laying just as he left him. Arms flat to his side, and the covers pulled up to Elrond's chin. Elrond's hair laid neatly behind his head, his face calm, his eyes unnaturally closed.

"Elrond," Glorfindel said low. "Your people need you, your sons are in trouble. Please awake, we need you."

Resting his hand on Elrond's forehead, he cringed at how cold it was. Ugly boils formed on his neck. Elrond was the only one to contract this that didn't get a fever. In fact the elf lord seemed to get colder and colder. Any more cold and Elrond would be walking the path to the great halls.

(*B*)

Hours later the blue eyed elf, Raeka, entered the room with three other elves. Between two poles was a steaming pot of water. Two elves for one pot. Smirking, Raeka looked at Estel. He felt high, as if he outsmarted this kid. Little did he know how devilish this human child could be. The two kettles were poured into the tub that still sat by the fireplace.

"The fire is not lit." Estel complained at once. "And the tub is only half full."

"Got that covered." Raeka chuckled.

Five more elves, three things more of warm water. Estel peered over the tub, sticking his finger in. Promptly pulling it out like he burned himself. Angrily he glared at Raeka.

"This is hot enough to cook a crawdad!" Estel yelled. "And there is still no fire."

Raeka sighed, motioning for two elves to start a fire. Then him, himself went to go fetch some cool water. Estel tapped his foot waiting. Soon he came back with two buckets, dumping them in with a rumble. Fire going, water acceptable, Estel stripped. Holding his hands up for Raeka to put him in.

"Brat." Raeka mumbled picking up Estel.

Estel screamed loudly, his armpits still sore. Tears that Estel did not like came to his eyes. Raeka dropped Estel, the kid falling on the floor with a thud. Defensively Estel grabbed an empty bucket swinging it at Raeka. Chasing him, and the other elves out of the room.

As hard as he dared Estel slammed the door, locking it as Glorfindel showed him. Then using the bucket he used to attack Raeka he climbed into the tub. The water going up to his chin. Taking a deep breath Estel submerged himself, letting the tears come freely under the water.

"Estel you should not submerge yourself so long." A voice scolded, garbled by water.

Slowly Estel's head appeared above water, looking at his twin brothers. They had drawn the curtains, now stood with sponges and soap. Gently, but not as gently as Elrond, they washed up Estel, freeing him from the stuck bandages. Cleaning the sores of all crusty stuff.

Playfully Elladan messes up Estel's hair, as Elrohir tossed in a ball.

"Soak for a bit brother, you deserve a good bath." Elladan smiled.

"We'll be out till you are done."

Their brothers herd everything Glorfindel said. They too were concerned for Elrond. Both troubled by the fact their father might not live. For the sake of Estel they played normal, as if nothing was wrong. Deep with in their minds they built a plan to go see their father, with Estel.

You cannot be born in the house of Elrond without knowing how to sneak around. Elrohir looked at Estel, and apparently the youngest son knew something they did not.

"Elly."

"Yes Estel?" Elrohir answered, causing Estel to look at him weird.

"Um, can I have my stew?"

Elladan grabbed the bowl, "Yes you can, need any help? You are up to your chin in water."

They had to hold on to what they had. It didn't make a differance what they faced, they would make it together. Life is a thread, a thin one we all walk. A threat so much easer to walk when you got faimly behind you to keep you fall falling. Living on prayers to the elven god, holding each other when things got to tough.

Rivendell had been through so much as of late, it couldn't get worse then the days before. They had to belive that, if for just the sake for holding on, they had to belive.

(*)

AN: This chapter was a filler and to answer some questions concerned to me. Next chapter I promise you will get us moving along. There's maybe 4 more chapters left to this... 3 or 4 but no more then 4. Need a guest poetry, or I'll go to Pookums again.


Chapter 17 - Death

AN: Due to slip in reviews last night this author is being a b!tch.

(*)

Time is passing,
Passage from one history,
To another.
Death marked the beginning,
Life will mark the end.

(*)

Two days had passed in Rivendell, Estel grew in strength, and the twins remained in hiding. With no more he could do, Glorfindel held the hand of Elrond. Through the night the elf lord had made a turn for the worst. Sadly Glorfindel vowed to elf lord, that if he wanted he would let him go. Let him finailly go to walk the great halls. Glorfindel wouldn't force Elrond's body to live, where his soul no longer dwelled.

So as it was as the sun was shining bright through the window of Elrond's room on the second day, Elrond slipped away. For what seemed an eternity Glorfindel watched Elrond, hoping he would draw a breath. When he did not, he stood with great sadness to retrieve some water. It was be best if he cleaned up Elrond before he told anyone he was gone.


Chapter 18 - Got Ya

Young mother,
So long since you held your son.
The days have turned into years,
As he grew.
Now you come,
Expecting him to remember you.
So long has it been since he knew,
Your love.

(*)

"Elrond Peredhil, lord of Imladris you are here again." The voice of Vilya spoke in the darkness.

Elrond stood not saying a word, by being here he knew he was dead... Again. How many more times did he have to die before he lived? Or at least till he crossed over to the great halls.

"It is not your fault your body is weak." The voice said as reassuringly as a mothers. "I will help you all I can. You must wake up Elrond, you must wake up."

Confused Elrond looked at where he placed the figment of the voices body. How could he wake up, he had tried? Tried so many times, but all it lead to was more darkness. Now Elrond was to tired to fight anymore. His lungs ached to question Vilya, but his voice did not come. It was lost before he ever muttered the first syllable. Elrond felt something surround him, holding him like an infant.

"Remember who you have to live for." The voice said. "Remember all the elves and humans waiting for your return. Remember all the good stuff Elrond, use that as a rope to wake up. I'll be right behind you to keep you from falling. Please Elrond try again."

"Celeborn." Elrond finally whispered finding the fight to wake up.

(*W*)

Surreally Elrond opened his eyes, his body was not his. It was as if his soul was seeing nothing else. But he realized he was awake when he herd a tiny voice screaming. Then the feel of something heavy scrambling off of him. Quickly that voice was muffled, by what Elrond couldn't figure out. He was dumb, and felt numb all over. Looking around Elrond saw fuzzy shapes, two tall and skinny, one small almost invisible.

"Estel, shh, stop screaming." A familiar voice said. "I'm sorry we have come only to find father gone-"

"No!" A tiny have pitched voice broke through his gag. "Look!"

One of the two tall skinny fuzzy forms moved over to him. Still Elrond's mind could not register who, but somewhere he told himself that the form was his son. Elrond closed his eyes trying to clear his mind of this fuzz. Then he opened them again, still the name escaped him.

"Bloody Valar, to holy-" The voice broke off as the fuzzy form backed off.

"Elrohir what is it."

Elrohir pointed at Elrond, his face ashen. Puzzled by his brothers actions Elladan walked over to his father. There two confused eyes looked at Elladan. Then the same realization hit him that plowed over Elrohir. Their father, who they figured for dead, was alive. Elladan stood besotted beside his father.

A noise caught Estel's ears, despite the shock he felt, he herd foot steps coming there way. Little time remained before they were caught in the room. Estel gabbed the hands of both twins and pulled them towards the window. Which was no easy task for he was considerably smaller.

"What is it Estel?" Elrohir asked.

"Someone comes!" Estel said in a high whisper.

"Not a good time, father I bade you fair well, and please hang on." Elladan said to Elrond, nearly tossing Estel out the window.

As they darted out of site, the door opened; Glorfindel had returned. As Glorfindel saw Elrond looking around confused, he dropped the bowl in his hands. It shattered against the stone floor, water splattering the floor. Glorfindel couldn't move, and his voice choked him.

"W... W..." Elrond tried to say something but words wouldn't come.

It was at that time Glorfindel burst out in tears of joy. He hurried to Elrond's side, checking him for the coldness that consumed him for the last days. Elrond felt warm, besides confused, his vitals were on the way to normal.

"Lord Elrond, may I request that you do not do that again." Glorfindel choked out. "I thought you to be dead."

"W... Who?" Elrond asked voice shaking.

"Who, what do you mean?" Glorfindel countered not knowing the twins had visited.

"Been in here, who?" Elrond's voice crackled.

"No, no ones been in here besides for me." Glorfindel said.

Weakly Elrond shook his head no. "Three."

"Three?" Glorfindel pondered that number for a few seconds. "Despite what was ordered, it was probably your sons. Elrohir, Elladan, and Estel. Don't fret, but your twin sons need you, they have gotten themselves into a load of trouble."

Elrond blinked in acknowledgment, his sight still fuzzy. Then blinking one more time he drifted off to sleep. This time his eyes remained opened. Glorfindel bushed back Elrond's hair, a sense of relief came over him. He knew now that the elf lord would not leave him. Lifting his eyes out the window he praised the elf gods.

"Rest Elrond, you deserve it." Glorfindel whispered.

(*3D*)

Three days later, one spent in a restful slumber, Elrond had began to recover more. Elrohir and Elladan remained in hiding, their father still to ill to deal with them. No more cases of plague were reported. The combination of cold, and swift action stopped the spread in Rivendell. The troubling days of Rivendell coming to an end. News of the demise of the humans remained unknown. That is till today, a rider came from afar.

"Halt, no humans are to come beyond the gates of Rivendell." Glorfindel voice boomed.

"Poppycock Glorfindel, open these gates or I'll report to Elrond how you treated the mother of one of his sons." The voice replied with a playful manner. "I know I'm a few years late, forgive me."

"Gilraen?" Glorfindel asked.

"It is I."

"Well, I hate to report but Elrond is ill, but he is getting better. I'm sure your visit will lighten things." Glorfindel called to her. "Let her in." He said to Raeka.

The gates opened and Gilraen rode in, Glorfindel hugging her in welcome.

"How fare the humans?" Glorfindel asked walking with Gilraen to the house.

"Over half of Middle Earth has parished human wise. Dwarves managed to get struck in a few places, but remain strong. Hobbits from what I hear have escaped the plague. Don't ask me how." Gilraen answered. "It helped a lot when messengers came with the message that a rider told them what carried the plague. Still humans have a long way to go till they recover."

"You swear to that?" Glorfindel asked.

"Yes, I do, why?"

"I'll tell you later, I think you know where to head, if not there are elves around to help."

(*R*)

Gilraen peered into the room, Estel babbled leaning against Elrond. His feet swinging freely over the edge of the bed. Elrond looked exhausted, and she noted the wrappings around his neck. Reluctant to disturb the moment she knocked on the door lightly.

"Pardon me," Gilraen smiled.

Estel stared at Gilraen, his feet stopped swinging, some where in his mind he recognized her. Behind him Elrond nudged him towards the woman at the door. It had been years since Estel had last saw her, so he did not recognize her. Thus nudge sent him snuggling up to Elrond, hiding behind the elf lords arm.

"That's your mother." Elrond said trying to keep life in his voice.

"Mother?"

"Yes Estel."

"Where were you for all this time mother?" Estel snapped.

Gilraen opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. She had left Estel with Elrond shortly after the death of Arathorn. The destiny of her son weighed great on her shoulders, Gilraen could not take the pressure, so she left. It was not time yet for Estel to know about his heritage, so she could not tell him the truth. Nor could she tell him an out faced lie.

"Estel," A voice came beside her. "Let father rest, we don't need him slipping away again."

"Elrohir!" Estel darted off the bed and ran to Elrohir.

Elrohir picked him up, balancing the kid on his hip. His eyes soon fell on Gilraen who stood in the doorway. Her face trying to hide the pain she felt when her son did not even recognize her. Sweetly Elrohir smiled, looking her square in the eyes, reaching over then shutting the door.

"Gilraen, thank you for the freedom, we were getting cramped where Estel hid us." Elrohir paused. "Say, would you like to come with us to free a certain Mirkwood elf?"

"Mirkwood elf here?" Gilraen answered puzzled. "But Mirkwood is so far away."

"Why, don't think us elves could make it?" Elladan asked.

"I know you can make it, but never thought one of you too leave one of your homes." Gilraen froze. "I do not think I should go with you, Mirkwood elves hate humans more then those bloody spiders."

Elrohir laughed, "Yes that is true, but we're working on this Mirkwood elf to change that."

Looking over at her son, Gilraen saw how comfortably Elrond rested against the twins shoulders. Estel had his thumb in his mouth sucking away at it, staring at Gilraen intensely. Would they take him too, to see the Mirkwood elf? Surely they would not, it was a danger to the kid. Enough the still let him suck his thumb.

"Estel, your to old to suck your thumb." Gilraen said soothingly.

Estel screamed loudly, barring his face into Elrohir's shoulder. Elrohir quirked an eye brow and looked at Gilraen. Indeed her son did not like her to much. Young Estel had taken a better liking to Legolas.

"Shall we go, before I loose my hearing?" Elrohir asked.

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Together they walked to the cave, which by now, was no longer a secret. Gilraen looked around, admiring how much Rivendell had changed since she had left. Shivering she rubbed her arms, glancing at her son. Estel was not wearing a coat, in stead he huddled close to Elrohir, finding sufficient warmth. Still this irked Gilraen, it was to cold to be out here without a coat.

"He should be wearing a jacket." Gilraen scolded.

Elladan glanced at Estel. "He's warm, but do not tell father, he will skin us for taking him out without one."

"Especially after getting over the plague." Elrohir added.

"Estel got the plague?" Gilraen gasped.

"Maybe Estel will show you his scars." Elladan said.

"Maybe you will show hers yours Elrohir."

Elrohir glared at his brother, opening his mouth to say something back as Estel broke loose. Running into the cave, Ursa not knowing what passed him. Legolas stood as he herd Estel splashing to the water. Upon impact of Legolas' leg, Estel wrapped his arms around it. Instantly Legolas brain switched, his words coming out before his thoughts.

"Elrohir, Elladan get this human filth of my leg! It's worse then a dwarf." Legolas hissed.

All four, Ursa, Elladan, Elrohir, and Gilraen, stood in the door way shocked. Smirking Elladan stepped forward, using this slip in Legolas' vocabulary to his use. Legolas caught on to this, so did Estel. Elladan approached him, as Elrohir held back Gilraen. Ursa pulled out his sword, not catching on.

"Legolas, he is just a child. Please don't kill him." Elladan said jokingly, but sounding every bit serious.

"Get him OFF!" Legolas boomed.

Ursa caught on, stepping forward as if to strike the Mirkwood elf down if he attacked. Getting nearer, Elladan reached out for Estel, who still hugged Legolas' leg. Picturing Legolas a mountain troll, Elladan inched forward.

"Estel, please go to Elladan." Elrohir pleaded.

"Yes Estel, please." Gilraen begged. "For the love of your father please."

Reluctantly Estel let go of Legolas' leg, walking towards Elladan. Catching his cloth shirt, Elladan pulled Estel behind him.

"I'm so sorry Legolas for-"

There was no time to finish, for Legolas slammed Elladan into the cave wall. A crack sounded through the cave, as Elladan's head smacked the rock wall. Legolas did pull his move a little though. For it was just enough to send Gilraen screaming, if only a short, strangled, scream. Elrohir, followed by Ursa burst out laughing. Legolas and Elladan having to other option but follow. Even little Estel was in hysterics.

"I'm sorry." Elrohir gasped, "We needed a good laugh."

"Glad I can be of amusement, now Estel please get out of the cold water."

Turning around Estel held his arms up to Legolas, who still had Elladan pinned against the wall. Suppressing the rest of his laughter, Legolas let Elladan go, and picked up Estel. Checking Estel's scars to see if they healed good. He was happy to see that they were healing quickly.

"Gilraen, I like you to meet Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood." Elladan introduced.

"God their doomed." Gilraen mumbled.

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AN: End it here and begin the next planned story, or continue it for a chapter or two?


Chapter 19 - Endings

AN: AND THE RESULT OF THE QUESTION IS! Well, you should know your reading this ain't ya? ... Oh and did you know, according to Tolkien, ::holds up her TTT book:: Elves rode bare back they did not use reigns or saddles... Man I feel like a fool.

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But this is not my maxim: had it been,
Some heart-aches had been spared me: yet I care not-
I would not be a tortoise in his screen
Of stubborn shell which waves and weather wear not.
'Tis better, on the whole, to have felt and seen
That which humanity may bear or bear not;
Twi'l teach discernment to the sensitive
And not to pour their ocean in a sleve.

` Written by Lord Byron's (No clue how far back this poem is from, but every time the book was handed down the year of taking the book was written down... ... The first date was 1891!)

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Dinner was prepared for the family, in honour of Gilraen's return. Elrond was still too ill to attend, but Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir, Estel, Gilraen, and Glorfindel sat around the table. Estel having the best seat on Elladan's lap. Gilraen sat two seats away. Glorfindel was closer to her, then Legolas. The dinner was set, and they all ate. Their first meal as a group in a long time.

For a period of time they ate in silance. The twins contently feeding Estel, who was in no need of assitance eating. For Elladan and Elrohir it was more of a comforting act to feed Estel. Help their minds drift from what truely troubled them.

"So Elladan, I noticed you and Elrond have several bruises on your faces." Gilraen stated stuffing a piece of meat in her mouth. "Their very faint but-"

Everyone around the table snapped back into reality. They all looked at Gilraen who played at her food sheepishly.

"Yes, we had a little excitement." Elladan said blatantly.

Gilraen noted the faded hand print, she could judge it to be the same size as Elrond's hand. She had herd enough and dare not push any further. It was not her place, and maybe they were just mock fighting. For the year she stayed in Rivendell with Arathorn, she lost count how many times Elrohir stabbed Elladan. Or was it the other way around.

"What brings you to Rivendell Gilraen?" Elrohir asked, feeding Estel a spoon full of stew.

Gilraen swallowed her bite of food. "Had the feeling you and Elladan got into trouble during the crisis in Middle Earth." Gilraen looked at Glorfindel. "Apparently I was right."

"They disobeyed an order." Glorfindel said his voice stern. "But I know I should have stood up for them. They're pure torture at times, still they would never do anything to harm another race."

Gilraen nodded, "I see... Seriously the reason why I came by Rivendell is I was over in Bree helping them burry the dead. To many bodies to give a proper burriel."

"I forgot to ask, Estel how did you know where to hide us?" Elladan asked bouncing Estel, hoping to change the depressing subject.

"Glorfy." Estel said mouth full of food.

"Oh really," Elrohir looked at Glorfindel.

"I do owe you a sincere apology, but I do not owe you that much of an apology that is Estel and I's secret."

Estel grinned from ear to ear, knowing Glorfindel's secrets were the only ones Elrohir and Elladan did not know. Other wise they knew every hiding spot, hidden paths, caves, and tallest trees in Rivendell. To say they knew ever inch of Rivendell wouldn't be to far fetched.

"So you are saying you owe us something?" Elladan said feeding Estel a bite of bread.

"Yes, I owe you two for not standing up." Glorfindel glanced at Legolas. "I owe you too Legolas."

"I say we all put our favors into one." Legolas said breaking his silence.

Gilraen pushed a piece of meat aside. "Oh and what would that be Legolas?"

"Well, I think it would be a pleasure to see Glorfindel go over the falls under his own will."

"Legolas that is a great idea!" Elrohir shouted.

"I concur." Elladan also agreed.

Glorfindel groaned inwardly, he knew their was no getting out of this. To pick up the pieces of his pride he had no other choice but to take the plummet. Gilraen and Estel chuckled at the idea of Glorfindel doing such a stunt, and Elladan and Elrohir schemed loudly in preparation.

Sour emotions still lurked in Rivendell, but the road to moving on came fast. Already minds refused to think apon the people that had perished in the earler days. Elves and humans alike looked ahead, to horrified to look back. Thus how the past began to get burried. Some where death laughed, declairing his return, but for now things were well.

Elrohir watched, his keen eyes catching, what he knew Elladan wished him not to know. As Elladan lefted the spoon into Estel's mouth, Elrohir caught site of a red streak. A cut at the top of his arm, Elrohir looked away. How much he had tried to heal the sorrow his twin felt.

"Pardon me." Elrohir stood up, wanting to cry knowing he was the only reason why his brother didn't fade.

Elladan watched his brother leave, he had saw the pain in his eyes. Closing his eyes he continued to feed Estel. Frightened by how much he shattered his brothers pride in him. Estel tugged on his shirt.

"Elly, is Ro okay?"

"Yes, he just has some personal business to attend to."

(*L*)

Elrond stared at the ceiling, his body to weak to do else. Weakly minutes before he ordered Glorfindel to dinner. Loneliness crept over the lord as he lay there. His mind drifted back to the days when Celebrían, the days before she passed away over the seas. Once again he saw her face above him, she would be scolding him for his carelessness. Chuckling softly, Elrond closed his eyes.

"Celebrían how I love you. I long to be with you one day, still I remain here to raise a new son. You would have loved to meet him, he such a joy." Elrond whispered into the wind. "How much I need your love, I em making so many mistakes I do not even know if what I do anymore is right. Oh, Celebrían, how our children have grown. Arwen still resides in Lórien with Galadriel and Celeborn. Her beauty is almost as great as yours. Our sons are swifter, and with great skill they hunt down orcs. Gone are their lazy days. Still inseparable like the day they were born."

Elrond opened his eyes half way as a cold wind brushed in through the window. With it carried the faint laughter that often carried in Rivendell. It came in time, for Elrond was wishing to sail over early to be with her. Family is the first priority, that is what this family belief was based on. He would remain till his children was grown. Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen approached that age, but Estel was still to young to leave.

Elrond closed his eyes again, "I'm sorry I forgot that priority my sons," the elf lord had now drifted off to sleep.

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AN: I know this is short, but you wished for one more chapter. This is it, YES, my little series will continue on. Storm Warning, Black Death, and next is Foretold Nightmares. Be up as soon as I get reviews, and over the fact none of you, cept Pookems, didn't take up an offer of your poem in here. ::wink:: OH what's that you want a preview?

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A glint of the blade, Elladan tried to speak. It was to late though. In slow motion as Elladan's soul began to depart, Elladan witnessed Elrohir beheaded. In the haste to his twins side, he had put his guard down.

Blood sprayed like a crimson curtain, as Elrohir's head dropped free of it's body. Elladan took his last breath as Elrohir's bodiless head hit his chest. Darkness was all the three residence of Rivendell knew.

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"Elladan!" A sharp voice commanded.

Elladan shot up, panting heavily, unfamiliarly he looked around at his surroundings. It was only a dream, but still shaken by it Elladan woke with a start. A coldness resigning over his body, something that spoke to him that it would soon not be a dream.

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TBC

PS: 'Faimly is the first priority.' Is my faimly motto, or what ever you want to call it. Pathetic code of arms though. ::laughs:: But I donno thought the motto would help in this story, cause it does prove for Elrond too.
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