Troglodytic
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,118
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Part 7
Part 7…
Fast.
It happened so fast.
Why did these things always happen so fast?
Erestor tired to block out the cold feel of the water as it surrounded him, struggling against the current as is ruthlessly pummeled him, dragging him deeper into its cold, relentless depths and propelling him further and further downstream, away from the light and the air…rescue, and closer to the cold, the darkness and death. The river was deep, fast and violent, but that was to be expected he supposed, what with the torrential down pour that had been nonstop for the last eight days.
Why hadn’t he spoken to Glorfindel about the halls of Mandos? It would have been nice to have an idea of what his final destination was like. Why hadn’t he? Ah he remembered now… he had avoided the warrior as much as possible. It was odd, the thoughts that were your last.
He didn’t want to die. Not like this. Not now. He didn’t want to die.
Erestor struggled harder, fighting desperately to reach the surface, reach the precious air that was there. Panic clawed at him as he clawed for the surface, yet knowing it was futile as the cold water sucked him further down and away, his life wavering, threatening to fade and blink out forever. He didn’t want to die.
And then, softly, a whisper reached him, a far away voice… taunting him softly while at the same time shocking him into stillness…
/What do you have to live for?/
TBC…
Fast.
It happened so fast.
Why did these things always happen so fast?
Erestor tired to block out the cold feel of the water as it surrounded him, struggling against the current as is ruthlessly pummeled him, dragging him deeper into its cold, relentless depths and propelling him further and further downstream, away from the light and the air…rescue, and closer to the cold, the darkness and death. The river was deep, fast and violent, but that was to be expected he supposed, what with the torrential down pour that had been nonstop for the last eight days.
Why hadn’t he spoken to Glorfindel about the halls of Mandos? It would have been nice to have an idea of what his final destination was like. Why hadn’t he? Ah he remembered now… he had avoided the warrior as much as possible. It was odd, the thoughts that were your last.
He didn’t want to die. Not like this. Not now. He didn’t want to die.
Erestor struggled harder, fighting desperately to reach the surface, reach the precious air that was there. Panic clawed at him as he clawed for the surface, yet knowing it was futile as the cold water sucked him further down and away, his life wavering, threatening to fade and blink out forever. He didn’t want to die.
And then, softly, a whisper reached him, a far away voice… taunting him softly while at the same time shocking him into stillness…
/What do you have to live for?/
TBC…