Black Death

Hush now,
Go to sleep.
Let go of your worries,
Let go of your cares.
Hush now,
Go to sleep.
Tomorrow will never come,
Tomorrow will never be.
Hush now,
Go to sleep.
Your passing will not be forgotten,
Your passing will not be forgiven.

(*)

Elrond stood on a high balcony over looking the humans as they whispered among themselves. Theory's on when they were going to get out of here. Some also drank, and ate, trying to forget their predicament. Woman, men, and even a few young boys made up the ban of humans. How many all in all he could not tell. Nonetheless Elrond would be responsible for all their deaths.

The sun was now setting, tomorrow would not come for the humans. Unfortunate to have proceeded to Rivendell in blind hopes it would make things better. Like the gods would listen and caste away the plague with elf blood spilt.

Sick to his stomach, Elrond turns, leaving the balcony. He could not look upon the humans anymore. It was to sickening. The guilt he felt inside pushed at him tearing at his soul. So much he wished to back out, but it was to late. The poison was already doing it's evil.

He walked down the great halls, he walked till he reached his the room in which his sons remained. Upon entering the room his twin sons stood, surprised to see him. More then likely he feelings were written plain on his face.

"Father?" Elladan asked unsure.

Before more question could raised, Elrond pulled his sons into a tight embrace. With nothing more in mind to do, Elladan and Elrohir hugged their father back.

Elladan looked over at Elrohir as he felt wet droplets seep through his tunic. Quietly Elrohir matched looks with his brother. Never in their thousands of years had they seen their father cry except for the passing of their mother.

"What is wrong father?" Elrohir asked, "Is it Estel?"

"No, Estel will be fine. He is a Dúnedain he will not surrender to this, for that I am certain." Elrond managed to get out, his voice corrupted by tears.

"Then what is it?" Elladan grew more quizzical.

Elrond pulled back, out of the hug. "It is nothing."

"Father don't tell me it is nothing!" Elladan spat a little to loud.

"Don't raise that voice to me." Elrond growled in reply.

"Then stop lying to me father, you do not cry for just nothing."

Estel whimpered disturbed by the loud yelling. As it quieted, father and son locked in an awkward silence, Estel returned to darkness of a drug induced sleep. Scowling Elrond turned making his way to the door. Not wasting another moment, Elladan grabbed Elrond's shoulder.

Swiftly Elrond's hand flew up slapping away his sons hand. Elladan's face had contorted to an incredulous look. Still Elrond's tear streaked face held one more cruel. Both stared at each other, moments passing between the two. Moments Elrohir was certain would burst into another bout of violence.

"Father," Elrohir sighed.

Elladan and Elrond both glared at Elrohir showing identical faces. One that would make any elf cower in fear. Still it had to effect on Elrohir for he collapsed to the floor, his hand on his head.

"Lord Elrond, excuse me, but it has happened." Glorfindel spoke from the door.

Two things at once, it was surprising the elf lord didn't scream. Glancing at Elrohir, Elrond saw that his son, despite being very pale looked fine. Heart tainted by anger Elrond walked away from his son. Elladan did not take kind heart of this.

"You would leave your own son?" Elladan shouted challengingly. "Can you not see he is ill?"

"I have other things pressing Elladan, you can care for him."

"No wonder you couldn't destroy 'the' ring." Elrohir said unwavering. "You had other things pressing then to take it from the human."

Elrond swung around, storming over to his son. He smacked Elladan as hard as he could, nearly sending the elf to the floor. Elladan's eyes were wide, beneath his hand a the red clear outline of this fathers hand could be seen. Not wanting to hurt his son anymore, Elrond left.

Glorfindel stepped aside, then approached Elladan. But hurt by his fathers actions, Elladan ran from the room. Instinct for Glorfindel was to run after him, but it was clear Elrohir was ill. Legolas was out and about, he would probably run into Elladan. If not, may Valor calm that boy down.

(*)

The last of the light of day was slipping from Middle Earth as Elrond walked into the court yard. Humans lay around him, lay were they decided to fall asleep. Where they decided to die. The decision to do this was hard, but seeing the result was almost unbearable.

There was a young boy, few years older then Estel, wrapped in the protective arms of his father. Men of twenty years to past eighty. Such promising futures all gone. They had gone much faster then he had expected. There bodies must have been weakened from health, and stress.

Slowly Elrond approached a young man who shook a woman. Maybe his wife. Elrond kneeled down beside the surviving man wrapping his arm around him comfort. Brown human eyes glared at him angrily.

'She was my sister, what did you do?' He croaked out.

'I am sorry.'

Before the man could act any further Elrond pulled out a knife. Stabbing the back of the humans neck, the wound was quickly fatal. Gently Elrond held the man, laying him next to his sister. He was now covered in blood and it killed him inside even more. Elrond left the feeling of quilt behind, entering into a hallow hole.

In total fifty-three humans died, ten of which had to be killed by elf hand. Fifty-three human souls that now haunted the elf lords hallow heart. Would he ever find the courage to feel again? Or like most elves, would sorrow consume him.

(*)

AN: I'm in much pain right now so sorry had to finish. X_X ::huggles Haldir:ealse tell me what you think. It helps make me feel obligation to write.

-The only difference between stupidity and genius is genius has limits.