Storm Warning

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To an ill fated father,
And a lost mother,
A child is born.
The future of their child,
Hangs by a blood lined thread.
Generations carved his future,
But what he longs,
He may never have.
For he is the last the nobles.
If he dies prematurely,
So does his line.

(*)

"Estel! Estel!" Elrond ran down the corridors of his cliff side home. "Estel!"

So many times the lord of this land lost his son. Adopted after his mother could no longer care for him. The child's mother was to over welmed by the loss of her husband, and the knowledge of others wanting to kill her son. Deciding it was best she left the child with the only person she knew would protect him; Lord Elrond.

"Estel!" Elrond stopped to catch his breath.

"Father!" One of his biological sons ran up. "I cannot find Estel any were."

Elrond looked at his son, silently he cursed himself for loosing Estel. Outside a storm was brewing, not only weather wise. Pushing back his hair Elrond try to figure out were possibly his son maybe. He couldn't have just vanished, it was inconceivable. Elves guarded this place maliciously, no one would have been able to get in or out without one of them seeing.

"Elrohir where is your brother."

"He said he was searching the garden for Estel, something about he saw him there before." Elrohir answered.

Elrond stood up strait, striding towards the garden, hopefully both his sons would be found there.

'*'
Elladan pushed aside some branches, softly walking into a clearing. There before him lay young Estel asleep at the base of a statue, a woman prayed at the top. This statue was built in dedication to Estel's mother when she left him here. Estel never knew that, but he always seemed drawn to this place, some where in his heart he knew.

The wind blew hard, with the coming storms rustling up the leaves. Gently Elladan kneeled down next to Estel and scooped him up in his arms. Estel whimpered not happy with being disturbed, but Elladan laughed lightly. His little adopted brother could be so amusing at times.

"Estel, you know you should not be sleeping out here." Elladan scolded. "Especially with a storm approaching."

"But-"

"No buts Estel, we leave now, father probably has lost his mind with worry by now."

"Yes, big brother." Estel said quietly.

Walking of the little clearing with Estel in his arms, Elladan missed a shadow as it moved away. Far away thunder rumbled, eager to be let loose on the cannon city of Rivendell. Here things were so benign, the safest place you could ever find. Little ever happened in the way of trouble, except maybe stray orcs.

"Father over here!" Elladan called walking up the stairs.

"Thank the elven gods, you found him, were was he." Elrond sighed taking Estel from Elladan.

"Sleeping by that statue in the garden father." Elladan answered.

"You sleep in the bathroom Elly." Estel snapped.

Elrohir chuckled hearing what Estal had said.

"Yes, Elladan sleeps in the weirdest places, but you should not sleep out here. You can catch a cold, and besides there is a storm coming young Estal." Elrond said softly.

"Can I go sleep with Ro, and Elly?" Estel whispered not liking storms.

"Yes, you can go sleep with them." Elrond glared at the twins. "You two have any problems with that.

"No father." The twins answered in unison.

Together the three walked back into the house, as the winds outside began to blow harder. Trees bowed to the winds, as the family entered their house. Soon enough the rain would fall watering the plants, giving life to them once more. Around Rivendell the residents scurried to their homes. Others tucked further into the trees, looking up into the storm memorized. Lighting flashed immersing the city in a bright white flash.

Night was coming.

(*)

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