Storm Warning

::Author bangs head on keybaord repeatedly::

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Tears that fall,
For the one loved,
Is now lost.
Never to be seen again,
Till your time
On Earth is done.
Just was their time,
Even as short as it was.

(*)

Elrond's body shook with bolts of pain, still he refused to show any sign of pain. Gently he rocked Estel the best he could, singing an old elvish lullaby. His eyes focused off some where in the rafters, but not really seeing anything. Estel shifted carefully looking at his elvish fathers face. Finding comfort, or discomfort, in the elf lords facial expressions. Sighing Estel snuggles closer to Elrond.

"It's all right my son." Elrond says trying to hide the pain in his voice.

"Father? Em I hurting you?" Estel asked.

"No." Elrond lied. "Close your eyes and rest, tomorrow morning might look a little better."

Obediently Estel closed his eyes, slipping into easily into a tired sleep. Elrond watched his son sleep, his heart broke seeing his son having to go through this. Lightly Elrond touched a cut on Estel's face, it would probably leave a light scar, but nothing to noticeable. Laying back his head, Elrond let the pain come, dragging him down into unconsciousness. They would be safe for now.

(*BS*)

Vic glanced at Bono, having caught on about the elf following them. Bono nodded in reply, he to knew about the pesky elf. Careful this elf had to learn to be, for every now and then when the crowd broke he could be seen scampering for cover. To not arouse suspicion Vic nodded for a trash filled alley. There they took cover behind some crates.

Stupidly, the elf walked into the alley. His sharp elven eyes darting around trying to find the humans. Hesitantly the elf walks into the alley a few feet. Then deciding it was not a good idea not to go any further he turned around to leave. But in stead of seeing the main street of Bree, he saw stars. Pain exploding in his head like a wild fire.

'Stupid elf.' Vic mumbled tossing away the board he broke across the elf's face.

Bono blinked amazed by Vic's power. With his foot, he nudged the elf, making sure it still lived.

'I think you killed it.' Bono said.

'No, I didn't, now get the body back so we can dispose of this elf in private.' Vic ordered.

(*R*)

Elladan managed enough movement to stagger out unto the balcony. It was a beautiful day, now sinking into night. Still no matter how beautiful it was, it was marred by the missing family members. Off to the side a trail of dust caught his eye, a rider. By the rate of speed he had very important news to give.

"Rider approaches!" Elladan yelled into the house.

"What did you say brother?" Elrohir asked coming out of the house.

It didn't take Elrohir long to see the rider. In a yet again regretful movement Elrohir ran from the balcony. Elladan slowly moved from the balcony. He was in no health to travel, but so help him Valar, the people who hurt his family would pay by his hand also.

The rider from Bree rode into Rivendell fast. His horse heaved with the stress of having had run all the way from Bree. Seeing the elves converge on his position the rider pulled his horse to a stop, in stead of stopping the horse fell dead. The fall to the ground thankfully not hurting the elf to bad.

"There is Bree, Figwitt stayed to follow them, hoping to get some sort of location on them." The rider spilled out.

"You sure there in Bree?" An elf asked.

"Yes, why else would he kill his horse riding in. Everyone get your weapons and your horses we leave for Bree tonight." Elrohir snapped walking towards them. "Go rest elf, your tired."

"Thank you sir." The elf rose and staggered off.

Elrohir stared at the dead horse, his face slightly paled.

"What is it Elrohir?" The same elf who questioned the were abouts, asked.

"The horse, it has an arrow in it."

The elf looked at the horse that lay still. There it was in the tender of it's stomach, the horse ran all this way tired, and mortally injured. A sign of a fine horse indeed. Inwardly Elrohir hoped this was a good sign from the gods. Pulling away form the site of the horse, Elrohir looked at the elf.

"Just don't stand there get your horse."

(*B*)

The doors of the cellar opened up, and the body of the elf flopped in with a thud. This snapped Elrond from his unconscious state. Instinctively he grabbed Estel and moved the child beside him. Vic jumped down, heading strait for Elrond. Ruffly he wrapped his fingers around Elrond's hair dragging him towards the body.

Desperately Elrond tried to keep up, but his ankles pained him. It took every cell of him not to cry out in pain. Vic shoved Elrond unto the body, Elrond cringed as he felt his shattered rib grind together. Angrily Vic stomped on Elrond's leg bring back reality with a jolt of pain.

'What do you see elf?'

Elrond looked at the face of the body, an elf, a familiar elf. Figwitt, his trusted advisor, who had never left Rivendell since Estel's terrible twos. Closing his eyes Elrond gasped air into his lungs.

'Another elf.' Elrond said.

'Damn right.' Vic cursed.

With a mighty heave he tossed Elrond back unto the ground. Before Elrond could regain his senses Vic kicked him in the face. Blood oozed from the elf lords nose as he sprawled on the ground. His chest heaved up and down, air not wanting to enter his lungs.

'Bono get the men, I need to have a talk with Elrond.' Vic ordered.