Storm Warning

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

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'Elf awake, elf.'

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

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

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

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

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

"How are you my son?" Elrond asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'You can't!' Elrond screamed.

'We can, and we will.'

'But why?'

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

'Sick bastard!'

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

'Filth.' Bono spat on Estel.

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

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

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