The Jewel of Mirkwood
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
145
Views:
9,615
Reviews:
361
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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New horizons
Chapter 72
“WHAT!” Elrond was almost hysterical as he stared shocked at the bloodied elf before him. Surely all that had been said was not true, just another cruel blow from the valar who had taken Glorfindel away from them a second time.
“I do not have time to explain Elrond we must make Legolas and Glorfindel bind or Glorfindel will surely not survive.” Elrond frowned and shook his head in disbelief as Erestor kneeled before him and lifted Glorfindel’s limp body into his arms. Erestor sighed as he saw the indion ion in Elrond’s eyes as they stared at one another in silence. “Please my love, trust me.” Erestor could hardly breath as he spoke softly in Quenya to his Lord. When Elrond still seemed indecisive Erestor leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss upon Elrond’s lips, despite knowing the crowd of elves that had now gathered in the hall were watching him. The kiss broke apart and Erestor watched as Elrond slowly opened his eyes to look at him warmly.
“Very well what must be done?” Erestor smiled triumphantly at his lover before he spun around to face the gathered crowd, of councillors, servants and soldiers that were now standing silently in the hall awaiting instruction.
“The black soldiers outside must be dealt with.” Erestor did not need to allocate jobs as most of the warriors broke away from the main group along with Elladan. Since his capture Elladan had been a broken soul but now seeing Erestor’s determination brought his own spirit back into him. Although most of what had happened made no sense to either of Elrond’s twins both of them seemed now ready to help in anyway they could despite their confusion.
“We will deal with them and then insure the borders are secure again.” Elladan spoke on behalf of the group and Elrond and Erestor nodded in acceptance as the group bowed respectfully to their Lord before dashing off to begin their task. Elrond was reluctantly to let Elladan go, his son still recovering from his captivity yet Elrond knew better than to forbid his sons’ anything especially when it concerned something this vital to the realm.
“Someone must go and bring back Legolas and Filgree as quickly as possible, and there is to be a clean up of the entire household.” Erestor watched as the house servants and some of the councillors offered to take charge of the house duties while the healers were sent by Lord Elrond to prepare Glorfindel’s rooms. It was then that Elrohir stepped forward and offered to fetch Legolas and Filgree. It had been the first time Elrohir had spoken since the whole incident with Echthelion had begun and Erestor rejoiced in hearing the young elf’s voice.
“I will go if you show me the way father.” Elrond nodded understandingly and approached his youngest son hugging him tightly before smiling confidently at Erestor who was still holding Glorfindel’s bleeding body to his bloodied chest.
“Tend to Glorfindel and we will return as soon as possible with Legolas. I pray that you are correct in your knowledge Erestor, but I know you have never let me down before and I will willingly follow your lead thh thh this mess.” Erestor smiled brightly as he watched the elder lord and his son disappear from the hall leaving just Erestor still cradling his friends body to his own. With a sigh Erestor tightened his hold on Glorfindel’s limp body and smiled sadly down at the pale face of his best friend.
“I swear Glorfindel you are the luckiest elf I know in all of middle earth. If you were not graced by the valar I would surely kick you in the rear for getting yourself into so much trouble.” Erestor smiled at his own stern chastise although Glorfindel did not reply for obvious reasons. Kicking himself into action Erestor darted from the hall and began towards Glorfindel’s bedroom. He would tend to Glorfindel’s wounds as best as possible but until Legolas arrived there was little he could do. If everything he had read in scripts and texts since their discovery of the youngest prince of Mirkwood was correct, the simple act of Legolas and Glorfindel binding would give Glorfindel the strength he needed to heal himself, and Legolas’ life would revive Glorfindel’s own. It was a slim chance but hope to cling to all the same, and Erestor was not going to give up now, not when they were so close….
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
(A/N) We're sooooooo close to the finish now guys just hang on a bit longer and I promise all these rambling chapters will be worth it in the end..
“WHAT!” Elrond was almost hysterical as he stared shocked at the bloodied elf before him. Surely all that had been said was not true, just another cruel blow from the valar who had taken Glorfindel away from them a second time.
“I do not have time to explain Elrond we must make Legolas and Glorfindel bind or Glorfindel will surely not survive.” Elrond frowned and shook his head in disbelief as Erestor kneeled before him and lifted Glorfindel’s limp body into his arms. Erestor sighed as he saw the indion ion in Elrond’s eyes as they stared at one another in silence. “Please my love, trust me.” Erestor could hardly breath as he spoke softly in Quenya to his Lord. When Elrond still seemed indecisive Erestor leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss upon Elrond’s lips, despite knowing the crowd of elves that had now gathered in the hall were watching him. The kiss broke apart and Erestor watched as Elrond slowly opened his eyes to look at him warmly.
“Very well what must be done?” Erestor smiled triumphantly at his lover before he spun around to face the gathered crowd, of councillors, servants and soldiers that were now standing silently in the hall awaiting instruction.
“The black soldiers outside must be dealt with.” Erestor did not need to allocate jobs as most of the warriors broke away from the main group along with Elladan. Since his capture Elladan had been a broken soul but now seeing Erestor’s determination brought his own spirit back into him. Although most of what had happened made no sense to either of Elrond’s twins both of them seemed now ready to help in anyway they could despite their confusion.
“We will deal with them and then insure the borders are secure again.” Elladan spoke on behalf of the group and Elrond and Erestor nodded in acceptance as the group bowed respectfully to their Lord before dashing off to begin their task. Elrond was reluctantly to let Elladan go, his son still recovering from his captivity yet Elrond knew better than to forbid his sons’ anything especially when it concerned something this vital to the realm.
“Someone must go and bring back Legolas and Filgree as quickly as possible, and there is to be a clean up of the entire household.” Erestor watched as the house servants and some of the councillors offered to take charge of the house duties while the healers were sent by Lord Elrond to prepare Glorfindel’s rooms. It was then that Elrohir stepped forward and offered to fetch Legolas and Filgree. It had been the first time Elrohir had spoken since the whole incident with Echthelion had begun and Erestor rejoiced in hearing the young elf’s voice.
“I will go if you show me the way father.” Elrond nodded understandingly and approached his youngest son hugging him tightly before smiling confidently at Erestor who was still holding Glorfindel’s bleeding body to his bloodied chest.
“Tend to Glorfindel and we will return as soon as possible with Legolas. I pray that you are correct in your knowledge Erestor, but I know you have never let me down before and I will willingly follow your lead thh thh this mess.” Erestor smiled brightly as he watched the elder lord and his son disappear from the hall leaving just Erestor still cradling his friends body to his own. With a sigh Erestor tightened his hold on Glorfindel’s limp body and smiled sadly down at the pale face of his best friend.
“I swear Glorfindel you are the luckiest elf I know in all of middle earth. If you were not graced by the valar I would surely kick you in the rear for getting yourself into so much trouble.” Erestor smiled at his own stern chastise although Glorfindel did not reply for obvious reasons. Kicking himself into action Erestor darted from the hall and began towards Glorfindel’s bedroom. He would tend to Glorfindel’s wounds as best as possible but until Legolas arrived there was little he could do. If everything he had read in scripts and texts since their discovery of the youngest prince of Mirkwood was correct, the simple act of Legolas and Glorfindel binding would give Glorfindel the strength he needed to heal himself, and Legolas’ life would revive Glorfindel’s own. It was a slim chance but hope to cling to all the same, and Erestor was not going to give up now, not when they were so close….
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
(A/N) We're sooooooo close to the finish now guys just hang on a bit longer and I promise all these rambling chapters will be worth it in the end..