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The secret life
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Adult ++
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part 4
Part 4
Somewhere between Greenwood and the Misty Mountains, 1432 T.A.
Elrond rode with his seneschal, Lord Glorfindel, in the first line. Behind them, safely escorted by the soldiers, rode his sons – Elladan and Elrohir. The twins were 161 years old and although they were still decades from their coming of age, they were already counted as young adults. But in spite of that, their behavior promised little of adulthood, for they still played their evil pranks. Life in Imladris was never boring with them around and they were greatly loved by Imladris’ inhabitans.
Even though they looked exactly the same, there were great differences in their characters. Elladan, the older, was the more out-going twin, he already showed some signs of a great swordsman, despite of his young age. Elrohir on the other hand was more talented with the bow. He was a bit quiet at times, more interested in books than in warfare. He promised to become a great healer once.
The party was just on its way back from Lothlorien, where they had visited the twins’ grandparents. Elronds wife hadn’t been able to come with them ‘cause her daughter Arwen with her 56 years was still to young to travel. Celebrian would be visiting Lorien alone in a few years.
“Why is it, that you never traveled to Greenwood again since the celebration a century ago?” Glorfindel asked his lord.
“I don’t know why, but a few days after our depart, Thranduil decreed that nobody would be allowed to enter his kingdom again, except with his explicit permission. He never invited us again, nor did he answered any of our invitations... it seems as though a shadow has fallen on Greenwood, people already talking about Mirkwood!”
They rode on, heading for the Misty Mountains and the High Pass, when Elrond suddenly tensed and Glorfindel hissed: “Yrch!”
Everyone immediately drew weapons, with swords and bows awaitening the enemie. Then everything went fast: about 50 orcs ran from the woods towards the elves and a fiercly battle began. The sound of metal on metal rang through the forest and Glorfindel bellowed his orders.
The twins stood relative protected behind their guards, but then Elladan decided to leave this safety, thightened his hold on the sword and ran towards battle.
“Elladan, come back!!!” but Elrohirs words weren’t heard anymore.
His brother was now fighting in the front line and he was doing well, but then it happened. He was battling a huge orc, when suddely he stumbled and fell on his back, sword no longer in his hand. The orc raised his blade and the young elf waited for the stroke to end his life. But it never came because of Elrohir, who had seen his brothers misfortune and threw himself at Elladan, shielding him with his own body. The blade came down and pierced Elrohirs shoulder, but before the foe could finish his job, he was brought down by one of the other warriors. The few remaining orcs flew.
Only then, Elladan noticed that his brother was wounded, the younger twin was bleeding immensly and loosing consciousness.
“NOOOOO! Elrohir – no! Adar – Elrohir is hurt!!!”
Elladan cradled his brother in his arms. His father quickly ran towards them, bent down and cut the tunic from his son’s body. Elrond probed the shoulder and smelled at the flesh.
“The wound is not deep, but it’s poisoned. Damn! I don’t have the right antidote...”
“Will he die?”
“He needs help! We must take him to Greenwood, it’s the nearest place. I’m sure Thranduil’s healer has the cure.”
“Greenwood, my Lord, “ Glorfindel asked, “are you sure? What about Thranduils decree, we are not allowed to enter the realm...”
“We were allies once, even friends... I’m sure Thranduil won’t let my ion die at his borders.”
Elrond tended his son’s wound and then carefully placed him on his mare, before mounting behind him. The others also mounted their horses, heading eastwards to Greenwood the Great.
When the party neared the border the evening was still young, but the darkness of the dense woods surrounded them. Suddenly they noticed movement the trees above and instantly knew that their presence had been discovered. Four Greenwood sentries jumped in front of them, the arrows pointed at the unknown intruders.
“You’ve entered the kingdom of King Thranduil of Greenwood! Who are you and what is your business here?”
“I’m Elrond Peredhel, Lord of Imladris. My son Elrohir is seriously hurt and we seek the help of one of your king’s healers.”
“Strangers are not allowed to near the palace, nor to speak to its inhabitans!”
“Please – I’m no stranger. King Thranduil and I know each other well... He won’t let my son die out here... Ask him about that!”
The sentry hesitated, but then made sign for the Imladris elves to follow him on a small path through the woods.
When they reached Thranduils palace, the stars were already rising.
“You will wait here outside, while I go and ask the king about you.” With that, the sentry turned and ran through the palace door. Only some minutes later, the doors opened again and Thranduil headed towards the elvenlord, followed by healer Séregon.
“Elrond, old friend. I’m sorry, my sentry didn’t know who you are... How fares your son?”
“Elrohir is seriously wounded – the cut is not that deep, but the blade was poisened.... he feels cold... the poison is already working in his blood...”
“Worry not – I’m sure Séregon can heal him, he will have the right antidote.... You can trust your ion in his care.”
“Hand him to me, my Lord” And Elrond placed his still unconscious son in the healers arms. Séregon carried the twin away, Elrond was about to follow but Thranduil held him back. He placed a hand on his old friends shoulder and said in a soothing voice: “Trust me! Your ion will be allright – Séregon is a great healer. You can see Elrohir soon... I guess this one is the other twin – Elladan. My, last time I saw him he was still an elfling, and now – look at him! A mighty warrior and a worthy heir of your house!”
At these words, Elrond proudly looked at his son and so didn’t see the king’s features darken and the sadness in his eyes. Thranduil cleared his throat and continued with a stern voice:
“You and your sons will stay in the palace, but you are not allowed to leave the healing wing without my permission. Your guards and even your mighty Lord Glorfindel will stay in the warrior barracks – they are not allowed to enter the palace.”
Glorfindel was about to say, that there was no way, he would leave his lord’s side, but Elrond silenced him with a small gesture.
“Thranduil, mellon-nîn, we accept. I’m indebted to you! Hannon le! May I see my ion now, saes?”
***
The next morning, Elladan was sitting on his brother’s bed, watching the younger twin’s sleep. Elrohir was still pale but because of Séregons doing and the antidote, he was already recovering.
A soft moan came from the bed, Elrohir slowly opened his eyes.
“Elladan – you’re here!”
“Of course, muindor, I’m here!”
“I feel dizzy!”
“Your still weak. It’s the antidote’s effect. Here, you should drink this herbal tea... the healer brought it.”
Elrohir drank and grimaced.
“Eww – tastes like warg-piss! Perhaps it would have been a greater mercy if that orc had ended my life...”
The younger twin laughed but this laughter died on his lips when he saw his brother’s face. In Elladans eyes his anger flashed dangerously, unshed tears were glittering.
“NEVER, never ever say that again!” he hissed.
“Oh, Elladan, come on... it was just a jest!”
“Not even in jest... how can you say something like that – do you think it funny? I could have lost you... how could you have been so stupid, to take that blow? You almost died out there! How could you have been so foolish...”
“FOOLISH! You think it foolish that I saved your life, Elladan? After you risked it, just to prove adar what a great warrior you already are. Who’s the fool now, Elladan! What should I have done – stand back and watch you die??? Don’t you know my life would have been lost in the same instant, the orc had ended yours? I cannot live without you, muindor... I love you!”
Elrohirs shouting voice had become quiet at these last words. He looked at his other half with despair in his eyes.
“Oh Elrohir, forgive me... I love you too. You did not loose me and you won’t! I will stand at your side till the end of arda! But please, never jest about it again. I also cannot bear the thought of loosing you!”
And he burried his brother in a deep embrace and both cried some silent tears. Then Elladan loosend his grip and sat back.
“So and now muindor, tell me please: How do you know, what warg-piss tastes like???”
Translation:
Yrch - orcs
adar - father
ion - son
mellon-nîn - my friend
Hannon le - thank you
saes - please
muindor - brother
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elves, ganymede102000: I hope you don't mind me the modification of elvish majority - 200 really suits me better....
Enjoy the story...
Githoniel
Somewhere between Greenwood and the Misty Mountains, 1432 T.A.
Elrond rode with his seneschal, Lord Glorfindel, in the first line. Behind them, safely escorted by the soldiers, rode his sons – Elladan and Elrohir. The twins were 161 years old and although they were still decades from their coming of age, they were already counted as young adults. But in spite of that, their behavior promised little of adulthood, for they still played their evil pranks. Life in Imladris was never boring with them around and they were greatly loved by Imladris’ inhabitans.
Even though they looked exactly the same, there were great differences in their characters. Elladan, the older, was the more out-going twin, he already showed some signs of a great swordsman, despite of his young age. Elrohir on the other hand was more talented with the bow. He was a bit quiet at times, more interested in books than in warfare. He promised to become a great healer once.
The party was just on its way back from Lothlorien, where they had visited the twins’ grandparents. Elronds wife hadn’t been able to come with them ‘cause her daughter Arwen with her 56 years was still to young to travel. Celebrian would be visiting Lorien alone in a few years.
“Why is it, that you never traveled to Greenwood again since the celebration a century ago?” Glorfindel asked his lord.
“I don’t know why, but a few days after our depart, Thranduil decreed that nobody would be allowed to enter his kingdom again, except with his explicit permission. He never invited us again, nor did he answered any of our invitations... it seems as though a shadow has fallen on Greenwood, people already talking about Mirkwood!”
They rode on, heading for the Misty Mountains and the High Pass, when Elrond suddenly tensed and Glorfindel hissed: “Yrch!”
Everyone immediately drew weapons, with swords and bows awaitening the enemie. Then everything went fast: about 50 orcs ran from the woods towards the elves and a fiercly battle began. The sound of metal on metal rang through the forest and Glorfindel bellowed his orders.
The twins stood relative protected behind their guards, but then Elladan decided to leave this safety, thightened his hold on the sword and ran towards battle.
“Elladan, come back!!!” but Elrohirs words weren’t heard anymore.
His brother was now fighting in the front line and he was doing well, but then it happened. He was battling a huge orc, when suddely he stumbled and fell on his back, sword no longer in his hand. The orc raised his blade and the young elf waited for the stroke to end his life. But it never came because of Elrohir, who had seen his brothers misfortune and threw himself at Elladan, shielding him with his own body. The blade came down and pierced Elrohirs shoulder, but before the foe could finish his job, he was brought down by one of the other warriors. The few remaining orcs flew.
Only then, Elladan noticed that his brother was wounded, the younger twin was bleeding immensly and loosing consciousness.
“NOOOOO! Elrohir – no! Adar – Elrohir is hurt!!!”
Elladan cradled his brother in his arms. His father quickly ran towards them, bent down and cut the tunic from his son’s body. Elrond probed the shoulder and smelled at the flesh.
“The wound is not deep, but it’s poisoned. Damn! I don’t have the right antidote...”
“Will he die?”
“He needs help! We must take him to Greenwood, it’s the nearest place. I’m sure Thranduil’s healer has the cure.”
“Greenwood, my Lord, “ Glorfindel asked, “are you sure? What about Thranduils decree, we are not allowed to enter the realm...”
“We were allies once, even friends... I’m sure Thranduil won’t let my ion die at his borders.”
Elrond tended his son’s wound and then carefully placed him on his mare, before mounting behind him. The others also mounted their horses, heading eastwards to Greenwood the Great.
When the party neared the border the evening was still young, but the darkness of the dense woods surrounded them. Suddenly they noticed movement the trees above and instantly knew that their presence had been discovered. Four Greenwood sentries jumped in front of them, the arrows pointed at the unknown intruders.
“You’ve entered the kingdom of King Thranduil of Greenwood! Who are you and what is your business here?”
“I’m Elrond Peredhel, Lord of Imladris. My son Elrohir is seriously hurt and we seek the help of one of your king’s healers.”
“Strangers are not allowed to near the palace, nor to speak to its inhabitans!”
“Please – I’m no stranger. King Thranduil and I know each other well... He won’t let my son die out here... Ask him about that!”
The sentry hesitated, but then made sign for the Imladris elves to follow him on a small path through the woods.
When they reached Thranduils palace, the stars were already rising.
“You will wait here outside, while I go and ask the king about you.” With that, the sentry turned and ran through the palace door. Only some minutes later, the doors opened again and Thranduil headed towards the elvenlord, followed by healer Séregon.
“Elrond, old friend. I’m sorry, my sentry didn’t know who you are... How fares your son?”
“Elrohir is seriously wounded – the cut is not that deep, but the blade was poisened.... he feels cold... the poison is already working in his blood...”
“Worry not – I’m sure Séregon can heal him, he will have the right antidote.... You can trust your ion in his care.”
“Hand him to me, my Lord” And Elrond placed his still unconscious son in the healers arms. Séregon carried the twin away, Elrond was about to follow but Thranduil held him back. He placed a hand on his old friends shoulder and said in a soothing voice: “Trust me! Your ion will be allright – Séregon is a great healer. You can see Elrohir soon... I guess this one is the other twin – Elladan. My, last time I saw him he was still an elfling, and now – look at him! A mighty warrior and a worthy heir of your house!”
At these words, Elrond proudly looked at his son and so didn’t see the king’s features darken and the sadness in his eyes. Thranduil cleared his throat and continued with a stern voice:
“You and your sons will stay in the palace, but you are not allowed to leave the healing wing without my permission. Your guards and even your mighty Lord Glorfindel will stay in the warrior barracks – they are not allowed to enter the palace.”
Glorfindel was about to say, that there was no way, he would leave his lord’s side, but Elrond silenced him with a small gesture.
“Thranduil, mellon-nîn, we accept. I’m indebted to you! Hannon le! May I see my ion now, saes?”
***
The next morning, Elladan was sitting on his brother’s bed, watching the younger twin’s sleep. Elrohir was still pale but because of Séregons doing and the antidote, he was already recovering.
A soft moan came from the bed, Elrohir slowly opened his eyes.
“Elladan – you’re here!”
“Of course, muindor, I’m here!”
“I feel dizzy!”
“Your still weak. It’s the antidote’s effect. Here, you should drink this herbal tea... the healer brought it.”
Elrohir drank and grimaced.
“Eww – tastes like warg-piss! Perhaps it would have been a greater mercy if that orc had ended my life...”
The younger twin laughed but this laughter died on his lips when he saw his brother’s face. In Elladans eyes his anger flashed dangerously, unshed tears were glittering.
“NEVER, never ever say that again!” he hissed.
“Oh, Elladan, come on... it was just a jest!”
“Not even in jest... how can you say something like that – do you think it funny? I could have lost you... how could you have been so stupid, to take that blow? You almost died out there! How could you have been so foolish...”
“FOOLISH! You think it foolish that I saved your life, Elladan? After you risked it, just to prove adar what a great warrior you already are. Who’s the fool now, Elladan! What should I have done – stand back and watch you die??? Don’t you know my life would have been lost in the same instant, the orc had ended yours? I cannot live without you, muindor... I love you!”
Elrohirs shouting voice had become quiet at these last words. He looked at his other half with despair in his eyes.
“Oh Elrohir, forgive me... I love you too. You did not loose me and you won’t! I will stand at your side till the end of arda! But please, never jest about it again. I also cannot bear the thought of loosing you!”
And he burried his brother in a deep embrace and both cried some silent tears. Then Elladan loosend his grip and sat back.
“So and now muindor, tell me please: How do you know, what warg-piss tastes like???”
Translation:
Yrch - orcs
adar - father
ion - son
mellon-nîn - my friend
Hannon le - thank you
saes - please
muindor - brother
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
elves, ganymede102000: I hope you don't mind me the modification of elvish majority - 200 really suits me better....
Enjoy the story...
Githoniel