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To Kill An Elf
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,136
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Title: To Kill an Elf
Author: Lynsey
Beta: Spell-check
Chapter: 3/?
Pairings: None yet; Characters include Erestor, Glorfindel, and Elrond
Rating: This chapter R
Warnings: Character death, violence
Summery: No evil deed goes unpunished.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. All I got are college loans, and this isn't
helping to pay them off.
The pounding of war-horse hooves was the only sound in the forest. All animals had gone completely quiet, as if they sensed the malice in the riders thundering through their territory, and they did not wish to draw attention to themselves. They had ridden all day, and Glorfindel despaired of finding a more fresh trail before nightfall. That is until the hunting hounds started baying, catching the scent that Voronda had followed all along. The golden Elda and warrior twins grinned maliciously, blood-lust in their eyes. Glorfindel drew his bow and wicked arrows, tipped in poison. Elladan drew his sword, and Elrohir his long knives. They urged the horses into a faster gallop, and they flew after the pack of hounds.
The hounds broke a hedge, baying at an almost obscene level. They were close.
The horses broke the ledge soon after, and came into a clearing full of very startled looking elves. The hounds surrounded and took down two elves before the victims even had a chance to register what was happening.
“FALL BACK!!” screamed Glorfindel. He wouldn’t allow the hounds to kill the scum first. He wanted to make the bastard suffer before he died.
The hounds pulled back from their downed prey, growling and snapping at the wounded elves writhing on the ground. The party dismounted in a flash. Glorfindel exchanged his bow for his sword and picked up the first of the doomed elves. The twins roughly grabbed up the other. None of the elves in the clearing made a move to help the other two elves, seeing the wrathful expressions on the parties’ faces.
Glorfindel grabbed the blond head and jerked the face up to meet his. He started as he saw who it was.
“Gildor?” he questioned disbelievingly.
Dazed, frightened blue eyes stared into Glorfindel’s own blue eyes. “Glorfindel?” the captive rasped, confused. “What’s going on?”
The twins dragged the other captive to Glorfindel and threw him down into the dust. The elf grasped Gildor and held him tight.
Glorfindel released the blond’s hair, and the two elves immediately clutched at each other, checking one another for injuries.
“That one has a scar on his brow, Glorfindel,” Elladan reported, pointing to the unknown elf.
“So does Gildor,” muttered Glorfindel. “Both of you,” the captain commanded, “roll up your sleeves so I can see your forearms.”
Thoroughly cowed by the aggressive and vicious warriors, the captive complied immediately.
“VALAR BE DAMNED!!!” Glorfindel cursed as both elves revealed scars on their forearms. He grabbed shocks of blond hair from both heads, forcing their faces up.
“Which one of you was it?” he hissed. “Which one of you sick bastards killed Erestor?!” He shook the elves viciously. “WHICH ONE?”
“Glor…Glorfindel,” Gildor stuttered. “What are you talking about?” Glorfindel threw Gildor to the ground in favor of giving his full regard to the other, frightened elf.
“Was it you?”
Wide, scared eyes looked up at him and the head shook side to side.
Gildor tried to pry Glorfindel’s hands from the elf’s hair. “Let of my brother damn it! He probably has less of an idea of what your talking about than I do.” Glorfindel backhanded Gildor, and the elf fell to ground heavily, then he released his hold on who he now knew was Gildor’s brother.
The Seneschal gestured to the twins. “Bind them. We will take them both to Imladris. Elrond will know which one is responsible. No one can lie to him, only omit information. If they omit too much…” he trailed off and grinned evilly. “…then we will make sure they talk.”
The twins equaled his smile, and returned to their horses for ropes. After binding the captives, the slung the bodies face down over the pommel of their saddles, knowing the ride back to Imladris would be agony with the pommel digging into their stomachs. The posse mounted up and thundered from the clearing as suddenly as they had entered, leaving a completely stunned crowd of elves behind, wondering what had just happened.
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“Erestor,” Elrond called. “Erestor…please awaken.” Elrond passed his hand over Erestor’s mouth for what seemed like the hundredth time since he had begun examining his friend, just to reassure himself that Erestor still breathed. No wounds marred the perfect body any longer. Not even a hair seemed out of place. The only thing Elrond could determine was wrong was that the elf was extremely exhausted. The last few minutes, he had begun to see signs of waking in his patient, and he was urging his councilor to come back to them.
“Erestor,” the Lord called again, and this time he was rewarded with the fluttering open of stunning, cocoa brown eyes. They blinked a few times, taking in his surroundings. Then they focused on the elf leaning above him. Elrond felt tears fill his eyes as he watched Erestor awaken. “Oh, my friend,” Elrond sobbed as he leaned down to take his councilor up in a tight embrace. “I never thought I would see you again,” he whispered brokenly. He pulled back a bit to look once again at the beautiful brown eyes. He saw complete confusion there. Confusion and fear.
“Erestor…Erestor please speak to me,” Elrond pleaded, becoming worried.
Erestor looked around a moment more, looking lost. He met Elrond’s eyes again, and whispered in a pleading voice, “Who am I?”
Author: Lynsey
Beta: Spell-check
Chapter: 3/?
Pairings: None yet; Characters include Erestor, Glorfindel, and Elrond
Rating: This chapter R
Warnings: Character death, violence
Summery: No evil deed goes unpunished.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. All I got are college loans, and this isn't
helping to pay them off.
The pounding of war-horse hooves was the only sound in the forest. All animals had gone completely quiet, as if they sensed the malice in the riders thundering through their territory, and they did not wish to draw attention to themselves. They had ridden all day, and Glorfindel despaired of finding a more fresh trail before nightfall. That is until the hunting hounds started baying, catching the scent that Voronda had followed all along. The golden Elda and warrior twins grinned maliciously, blood-lust in their eyes. Glorfindel drew his bow and wicked arrows, tipped in poison. Elladan drew his sword, and Elrohir his long knives. They urged the horses into a faster gallop, and they flew after the pack of hounds.
The hounds broke a hedge, baying at an almost obscene level. They were close.
The horses broke the ledge soon after, and came into a clearing full of very startled looking elves. The hounds surrounded and took down two elves before the victims even had a chance to register what was happening.
“FALL BACK!!” screamed Glorfindel. He wouldn’t allow the hounds to kill the scum first. He wanted to make the bastard suffer before he died.
The hounds pulled back from their downed prey, growling and snapping at the wounded elves writhing on the ground. The party dismounted in a flash. Glorfindel exchanged his bow for his sword and picked up the first of the doomed elves. The twins roughly grabbed up the other. None of the elves in the clearing made a move to help the other two elves, seeing the wrathful expressions on the parties’ faces.
Glorfindel grabbed the blond head and jerked the face up to meet his. He started as he saw who it was.
“Gildor?” he questioned disbelievingly.
Dazed, frightened blue eyes stared into Glorfindel’s own blue eyes. “Glorfindel?” the captive rasped, confused. “What’s going on?”
The twins dragged the other captive to Glorfindel and threw him down into the dust. The elf grasped Gildor and held him tight.
Glorfindel released the blond’s hair, and the two elves immediately clutched at each other, checking one another for injuries.
“That one has a scar on his brow, Glorfindel,” Elladan reported, pointing to the unknown elf.
“So does Gildor,” muttered Glorfindel. “Both of you,” the captain commanded, “roll up your sleeves so I can see your forearms.”
Thoroughly cowed by the aggressive and vicious warriors, the captive complied immediately.
“VALAR BE DAMNED!!!” Glorfindel cursed as both elves revealed scars on their forearms. He grabbed shocks of blond hair from both heads, forcing their faces up.
“Which one of you was it?” he hissed. “Which one of you sick bastards killed Erestor?!” He shook the elves viciously. “WHICH ONE?”
“Glor…Glorfindel,” Gildor stuttered. “What are you talking about?” Glorfindel threw Gildor to the ground in favor of giving his full regard to the other, frightened elf.
“Was it you?”
Wide, scared eyes looked up at him and the head shook side to side.
Gildor tried to pry Glorfindel’s hands from the elf’s hair. “Let of my brother damn it! He probably has less of an idea of what your talking about than I do.” Glorfindel backhanded Gildor, and the elf fell to ground heavily, then he released his hold on who he now knew was Gildor’s brother.
The Seneschal gestured to the twins. “Bind them. We will take them both to Imladris. Elrond will know which one is responsible. No one can lie to him, only omit information. If they omit too much…” he trailed off and grinned evilly. “…then we will make sure they talk.”
The twins equaled his smile, and returned to their horses for ropes. After binding the captives, the slung the bodies face down over the pommel of their saddles, knowing the ride back to Imladris would be agony with the pommel digging into their stomachs. The posse mounted up and thundered from the clearing as suddenly as they had entered, leaving a completely stunned crowd of elves behind, wondering what had just happened.
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“Erestor,” Elrond called. “Erestor…please awaken.” Elrond passed his hand over Erestor’s mouth for what seemed like the hundredth time since he had begun examining his friend, just to reassure himself that Erestor still breathed. No wounds marred the perfect body any longer. Not even a hair seemed out of place. The only thing Elrond could determine was wrong was that the elf was extremely exhausted. The last few minutes, he had begun to see signs of waking in his patient, and he was urging his councilor to come back to them.
“Erestor,” the Lord called again, and this time he was rewarded with the fluttering open of stunning, cocoa brown eyes. They blinked a few times, taking in his surroundings. Then they focused on the elf leaning above him. Elrond felt tears fill his eyes as he watched Erestor awaken. “Oh, my friend,” Elrond sobbed as he leaned down to take his councilor up in a tight embrace. “I never thought I would see you again,” he whispered brokenly. He pulled back a bit to look once again at the beautiful brown eyes. He saw complete confusion there. Confusion and fear.
“Erestor…Erestor please speak to me,” Elrond pleaded, becoming worried.
Erestor looked around a moment more, looking lost. He met Elrond’s eyes again, and whispered in a pleading voice, “Who am I?”