Black Death

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.

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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.

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