Storm Warning

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

(*)

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

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

"Night father." The twins responded in unison.

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

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

"Yes," Elrond turned around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(F)

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

"Have you seen your brother?" Elrond asked.

"Yeah right beside me." Elrohir smarted.

"No not Elrohir, Estel."

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

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

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

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

"Right, Elrohir, Elladan, up now."

"Yes father." The twins groaned in unison.

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

"Why?"

(E)

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

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

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