Black Death

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."