Storm Warning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Get the elf.' The swordsman shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

'Give up, or your son dies.'

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

"Elladan." Elrond whispers.

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

'Who?' The swordsman asks.

'Elrond, the lord of this place.'

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

'Yes, and he still lives.'

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

'Elrond.' He said like a command.

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

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