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Chapter four captured
Even though the weather was indeed lessening, Erestor was still moving in an very slow trod.
The horse, realising one of his charges was injured, did not speed up as it normally would.
Elrond, enjoying the warmth Erestor provided as well as the arm wrapped around him, could not contain his curiosity any longer. “Erestor?”
Erestor, realising Elrond wanted to speak to him looked down at his charge and the sight made him forgot all around him. Before him sat a vision of beauty. A star that shone brightly. He berated himself for getting illusions like this while he was not even the one injured. He forced himself to listen as Elrond addressed him once more.
“Erestor? You’ve….come alone…..Why?”
Erestor was pleased to hear Elrond was no longer panting so heavily. But how was he going to answer the question? If he told the truth Elrond would not only be mad at him but at the others as well, and maybe even disappointed. He could not let that happen.
After some quick thinking he came up with a solution. “I could not let the others go, in this weather anything can happen. Having Elladan or Elrohir or even Glorfindel wounded, would be bad for Imladris. I canmissmissed, so I went.” Yes, that would keep the others out of the Elrond’s wrath.
Elrond looked like someone who had just seen a ghost. Did he hear correctly? Yes he did. But something told him Erestor had just lied to him. He knew the others, they would not have agreed to something like this, nor risk any life.
“I don’t think so.”
“My lord?”
“You lied to me. The truth!” Even in his haphazard shape the words sounded like a real order. One that would not be denied.
Erestor sighed. He hoped Elrond would be mellow on him after this whole ordeal was over. “I am sorry, my lord, but they wanted to wait.”
“And?” Elrond wasn’t going to let Erestor get away this easily.
“They told me it was insane to go out looking now.”
“It is.”
“But…”
“It is, Erestor. I highly appreciate your loyalty, but you could have gotten yourself lost or hurt or worse. And then what?”
“So you agree with Glorfindel then? The silly counsellor can’t take care of himself?” Tears were welling in Erestor’s eyes and once again Elrond mentally kicked himself.
“No, I do not. And I am sure Glorfindel was only referring to your incapability with the weapons. But it was still insane of you to come out here alone.”
“They wouldn’t go.”
Just then the truth hit Elrond. He realised the others would never let Erestor go for him on his own. The counsellor had snuck out on them. “Do they know you’ve come?”
Elrond’s question threw Erestor off balance. How had he guessed? Erestor knew the truth would eventually come out, but this soon? In his present state?
About to answer truthfully the horse bolted.
Looking around he saw dark shadows coming closer. Only three. If he pretended to be a warrior, lord Elrond would make it into safety. He had no idea what those shadows where, but he doubted they had good intentions.
He quickly got of, drawing Elrond backwards on the saddle. He then tied him to the saddle and slammed the horse into full speed.
And now to draw the attention of those things to himself.
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Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel were getting worried. They still had no sign of Erestor and the horse the counsellor had taken was the slowest they had.
Elrohir, about to go into another fit, gave a cry when he finally saw the horse in question coming around the curve. Only one rider, trying desperately to stop the horse.
Elladan immediately recognized his father and sped up. “Ata? Are you alright? Where’s Erestor?”
But Elrond had not the breath to answer his son. The ride had strained him and he was about to pass out. He pointed behind him.
Elladan was about to order some guards to find the dark-haired counsellor when Glorfindel stopped him. He was not going to take chances here. The seneschal locked eyes with Elrond. The worry, fear and total distress were hitting him like knives.
“Elrond? You need to calm down, here some miruvar. I need to know exactly what happened.”
But Elrond had a hard time, he could not drink anything and calming down was almost impossible.
“Ata,” Elrohir now had a go, “did Erestor fall down?” His voice betrayed his coming fit.
That, and the fear for Erestor’s life forced Elrond to talk. In between the hard intakes of breath the words were hardly audible, but he managed to say Erestor had gotten off and hit the horse, sending him here.
Before anybody could say anything archers ran towards them, almost colliding with the group. The leader addressed Glorfindel. “My lord, orcs have crossed our borders. We saw their track near the border and followed it. We took shelter during the storm. We shouldn’t have….”
“No, you did the right thing, these storms…”
Glorfindel didn’t get the chance to finish. Elrond released an anguished cry and grasped the archer at the collar. “Erestor, where….” Lack of air stopped him from ending his sentence.
The archer was shocked. By his lord’s action and by the information. And also by realising Elrond was in bad shape. “What, lord Erestor is out? In this weather?”
Glorfindel interrupted. With orcs loose in Imladris Erestor was in real danger. The counsellor did not know how to defend himself and he was almost certain it had been orcs that had forced that stubborn elf into this action.
He addressed the others. “We have to act quickly. Elladan, Elrohir, you will go with the guards and find Erestor. And don’t worry about your father, he’ll be fine. And you,” he now was talking to the archer, who looked dead tired, more so than any other “you will come with me.”
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As soon as the horse was out of sight, the shadows emerged from the trees.
Erestor swallowed a lump. Orcs. He was doomed for sure. He had no weapon skills, he now fully understood and agreed Glorfindel’s point of view. M he he could scare them off by pretending to be good? It were just three of them, after all. He definitely stood a chance. And the longer he stallehe lhe longer Elrond had to get to safety.
He hold out his sword in front of him, the way he had seen the twins and Glorfindel do, and shouted at the creatures. “I warn you, approach me and you won’t leave alive. If you leave now, I will leave you alone. You are just fortunate I am in a hurry.”
The orcs hesitated, but only to judge their opponent. It was one elf, carrying nothing but a sword. Three of them against one of him.
Without further ado they attacked poor Erestor, who unfortunately had no knowledge on how to wield a sword. He tried to do it the way Glorfindel would, but all too soon the sword was knocked from his hands.
‘trees, I’ll be safe in the trees’ Erestor thought. And so he jumped and got strong hold of a low branch, using it to get higher in the tree.
When the orcs got out their bows and arrows, he pushed himself to the tree as closely as possible. He was just within range, but his tactic worked and none of the arrows found their way to his body.
When the rain of arrows died down he dared a peek below. He saw the frustration of the orcs. But wait a minute, there were only two of them. Where was the third?
Looking around panicky he saw the third climbing the tree he was in. And it had almost reached him.
In his panic he did not think straight and he jumped to the other tree. But the centuries indoors showed. He was not as good a jumper as the woodland elves, never was, but now even less. He miscalculated his landing and he fell towards the floor. A bush broke his fall and he hurried to get out of it. The orcs were already closing in on him.
He started to run. Luckily for him the orc arrows were through otherwise he would just have been shot, but as it was the orcs had to set in pursuit. After a wild run Erestor was tackled to the ground.
He fought with everything he had in him. He trashed like a madman, he kicked and hit them wherever he could. He even bit them, spitting out the taste immediately, almost every time hitting an orc-eye. Just when he saw a window of opportunity Erestor was hit over the head. He passed out and, no longer fighting, he was easily bound by hands and feet.
End chapter four
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Even though the weather was indeed lessening, Erestor was still moving in an very slow trod.
The horse, realising one of his charges was injured, did not speed up as it normally would.
Elrond, enjoying the warmth Erestor provided as well as the arm wrapped around him, could not contain his curiosity any longer. “Erestor?”
Erestor, realising Elrond wanted to speak to him looked down at his charge and the sight made him forgot all around him. Before him sat a vision of beauty. A star that shone brightly. He berated himself for getting illusions like this while he was not even the one injured. He forced himself to listen as Elrond addressed him once more.
“Erestor? You’ve….come alone…..Why?”
Erestor was pleased to hear Elrond was no longer panting so heavily. But how was he going to answer the question? If he told the truth Elrond would not only be mad at him but at the others as well, and maybe even disappointed. He could not let that happen.
After some quick thinking he came up with a solution. “I could not let the others go, in this weather anything can happen. Having Elladan or Elrohir or even Glorfindel wounded, would be bad for Imladris. I canmissmissed, so I went.” Yes, that would keep the others out of the Elrond’s wrath.
Elrond looked like someone who had just seen a ghost. Did he hear correctly? Yes he did. But something told him Erestor had just lied to him. He knew the others, they would not have agreed to something like this, nor risk any life.
“I don’t think so.”
“My lord?”
“You lied to me. The truth!” Even in his haphazard shape the words sounded like a real order. One that would not be denied.
Erestor sighed. He hoped Elrond would be mellow on him after this whole ordeal was over. “I am sorry, my lord, but they wanted to wait.”
“And?” Elrond wasn’t going to let Erestor get away this easily.
“They told me it was insane to go out looking now.”
“It is.”
“But…”
“It is, Erestor. I highly appreciate your loyalty, but you could have gotten yourself lost or hurt or worse. And then what?”
“So you agree with Glorfindel then? The silly counsellor can’t take care of himself?” Tears were welling in Erestor’s eyes and once again Elrond mentally kicked himself.
“No, I do not. And I am sure Glorfindel was only referring to your incapability with the weapons. But it was still insane of you to come out here alone.”
“They wouldn’t go.”
Just then the truth hit Elrond. He realised the others would never let Erestor go for him on his own. The counsellor had snuck out on them. “Do they know you’ve come?”
Elrond’s question threw Erestor off balance. How had he guessed? Erestor knew the truth would eventually come out, but this soon? In his present state?
About to answer truthfully the horse bolted.
Looking around he saw dark shadows coming closer. Only three. If he pretended to be a warrior, lord Elrond would make it into safety. He had no idea what those shadows where, but he doubted they had good intentions.
He quickly got of, drawing Elrond backwards on the saddle. He then tied him to the saddle and slammed the horse into full speed.
And now to draw the attention of those things to himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel were getting worried. They still had no sign of Erestor and the horse the counsellor had taken was the slowest they had.
Elrohir, about to go into another fit, gave a cry when he finally saw the horse in question coming around the curve. Only one rider, trying desperately to stop the horse.
Elladan immediately recognized his father and sped up. “Ata? Are you alright? Where’s Erestor?”
But Elrond had not the breath to answer his son. The ride had strained him and he was about to pass out. He pointed behind him.
Elladan was about to order some guards to find the dark-haired counsellor when Glorfindel stopped him. He was not going to take chances here. The seneschal locked eyes with Elrond. The worry, fear and total distress were hitting him like knives.
“Elrond? You need to calm down, here some miruvar. I need to know exactly what happened.”
But Elrond had a hard time, he could not drink anything and calming down was almost impossible.
“Ata,” Elrohir now had a go, “did Erestor fall down?” His voice betrayed his coming fit.
That, and the fear for Erestor’s life forced Elrond to talk. In between the hard intakes of breath the words were hardly audible, but he managed to say Erestor had gotten off and hit the horse, sending him here.
Before anybody could say anything archers ran towards them, almost colliding with the group. The leader addressed Glorfindel. “My lord, orcs have crossed our borders. We saw their track near the border and followed it. We took shelter during the storm. We shouldn’t have….”
“No, you did the right thing, these storms…”
Glorfindel didn’t get the chance to finish. Elrond released an anguished cry and grasped the archer at the collar. “Erestor, where….” Lack of air stopped him from ending his sentence.
The archer was shocked. By his lord’s action and by the information. And also by realising Elrond was in bad shape. “What, lord Erestor is out? In this weather?”
Glorfindel interrupted. With orcs loose in Imladris Erestor was in real danger. The counsellor did not know how to defend himself and he was almost certain it had been orcs that had forced that stubborn elf into this action.
He addressed the others. “We have to act quickly. Elladan, Elrohir, you will go with the guards and find Erestor. And don’t worry about your father, he’ll be fine. And you,” he now was talking to the archer, who looked dead tired, more so than any other “you will come with me.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As soon as the horse was out of sight, the shadows emerged from the trees.
Erestor swallowed a lump. Orcs. He was doomed for sure. He had no weapon skills, he now fully understood and agreed Glorfindel’s point of view. M he he could scare them off by pretending to be good? It were just three of them, after all. He definitely stood a chance. And the longer he stallehe lhe longer Elrond had to get to safety.
He hold out his sword in front of him, the way he had seen the twins and Glorfindel do, and shouted at the creatures. “I warn you, approach me and you won’t leave alive. If you leave now, I will leave you alone. You are just fortunate I am in a hurry.”
The orcs hesitated, but only to judge their opponent. It was one elf, carrying nothing but a sword. Three of them against one of him.
Without further ado they attacked poor Erestor, who unfortunately had no knowledge on how to wield a sword. He tried to do it the way Glorfindel would, but all too soon the sword was knocked from his hands.
‘trees, I’ll be safe in the trees’ Erestor thought. And so he jumped and got strong hold of a low branch, using it to get higher in the tree.
When the orcs got out their bows and arrows, he pushed himself to the tree as closely as possible. He was just within range, but his tactic worked and none of the arrows found their way to his body.
When the rain of arrows died down he dared a peek below. He saw the frustration of the orcs. But wait a minute, there were only two of them. Where was the third?
Looking around panicky he saw the third climbing the tree he was in. And it had almost reached him.
In his panic he did not think straight and he jumped to the other tree. But the centuries indoors showed. He was not as good a jumper as the woodland elves, never was, but now even less. He miscalculated his landing and he fell towards the floor. A bush broke his fall and he hurried to get out of it. The orcs were already closing in on him.
He started to run. Luckily for him the orc arrows were through otherwise he would just have been shot, but as it was the orcs had to set in pursuit. After a wild run Erestor was tackled to the ground.
He fought with everything he had in him. He trashed like a madman, he kicked and hit them wherever he could. He even bit them, spitting out the taste immediately, almost every time hitting an orc-eye. Just when he saw a window of opportunity Erestor was hit over the head. He passed out and, no longer fighting, he was easily bound by hands and feet.
End chapter four
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