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Adult +
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Foresight
Title: Foresight
Author: Beckyboo/Sirvinya (depending on archive) sirvinya@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Pairing: Elrond/Erestor
Summary: The gift of Foresight can also be a curse
A/N: From a challenge by Cheysuli "Elrond has a vision showing that something will happen to Erestor that makes what happened to Celebrian look like a mere scratch. Elrond now has two choices: Let Erestor die alone, in pain, and terrified... or give him a quick, painless death. Elrond, of course, doesn't tell anyone about the vision; not even Erestor. But are the visions actual visions or something else?
Disclaimer: Not my elves, never will be.
~*Chapter 1*~
Sleep was not coming easily tonight to Lord Elrond. He lay in bed, wide awake, listening to the deep, even breathing of the sleeping form next to him. A noise that had never before failed to relax him and lull him into sleep. With a quiet groan he threw back the thin sheet and left the bed.
Running his fingers through his long, unbound hair he stepped quietly over to the window. There was a full moon tonight and the land he could see from the window was bathed in soft, pale light. This was also something that had never failed to sooth him. But, tonight, something just didn’t feel quite right. Almost like the tingling on the back of his neck before a storm. However, that wasn’t it either. The feeling was almost one of expectation.
Elrond stood for long moments at the window, watching the moon chart its usual course through the night sky. Movement behind him drew his attention away from the sky and he yawned widely. Perhaps sleep would come after all. He quietly moved back to the bed, quickly joining the warm, sleeping form already there. He lay back and now sleep came quickly.
Slowly he opened his eyes, aware that he was standing. He felt the grass beneath his feet but it felt too real. Instinctively, Elrond realised that this was no dream. This was going to happen. He stood in a clearing in a forest, not too far away from Imladris. He knew he had been here before. His musings were interrupted by the thunderous sound of galloping hoof beats. Sure enough, a horse burst through the forest to his right and was reigned to a stop.
Elrond’s eyes widened as he saw the rider was Erestor. Erestor! Why was his Chief Advisor here? But then Elrond noticed the blood on Erestor’s throat and the look of sheer terror on his face as Erestor looked around, as if listening for something. He also noticed Erestor wore robes, the robes he wore when he was working. His dark green ones to be precise. But why was Erestor wearing robes on horseback? Another sound to his right caught his attention, and Erestor’s too, who then dug his heels into the horse’s flanks, causing it to lurch off into a gallop. Orcs broke through into the clearing just as Erestor left it. Unlike Erestor, the Orcs didn’t stop and ran though calling for blood.
Elrond just stood and stared at the trees, stunned. What just happened? More precisely, what was going to happen? Then he became aware that he hadn’t woken up yet. More was on the way.
Just as that thought came, the scenery around him shifted. Now he was stood in a cave, surrounded by Orcs. Elrond silently prayed to Elbereth that they hadn’t caught Erestor. But his fears came true when he caught sight of a grinning Orc dump something onto the ground. Even though he could do nothing, or even touch here, he ran over to Erestor.
What he saw sickened him. Erestor stared straight ahead, mumbling something under his breath. Elrond thought he heard his name along with those of his children. Elrond’s heard broke at the sight of him. There didn’t seem to be a part of him that was free from blood or bruising. But what chilled Elrond’s heart was the look in Erestor’s eyes. They were empty, broken ,dead. Another Orc roughly picked Erestor up and Elrond cried out at the lack of response, in spite of knowing no one could hear him. Erestor was going to die.
The scenery shifted again. Elrond now found himself outside, watching the full moon above a cave. He finally recognized where he was. The Trollshaws. An Orc came out of the cave mouth, dragging something. Dragging Erestor. The Orc threw Erestor’s body down to the pack of wargs and Elrond screamed.
He sat up in bed, panting and fighting off the arms trying to sooth him. No, no, no, no, this couldn’t happen!
“Elrond, what has upset you?” A gentle voice whispered into his ear and Elrond almost collapsed into the arms.
“Nothing. Just a dream,” he lied. “Go back to sleep Erestor.”
He allowed himself to be pulled back down onto his back. Erestor’s breathing quickly became deep and even again. Elrond watched his lover sleep with tears in his eyes. Erestor must never know.
TBC
Author: Beckyboo/Sirvinya (depending on archive) sirvinya@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Pairing: Elrond/Erestor
Summary: The gift of Foresight can also be a curse
A/N: From a challenge by Cheysuli "Elrond has a vision showing that something will happen to Erestor that makes what happened to Celebrian look like a mere scratch. Elrond now has two choices: Let Erestor die alone, in pain, and terrified... or give him a quick, painless death. Elrond, of course, doesn't tell anyone about the vision; not even Erestor. But are the visions actual visions or something else?
Disclaimer: Not my elves, never will be.
~*Chapter 1*~
Sleep was not coming easily tonight to Lord Elrond. He lay in bed, wide awake, listening to the deep, even breathing of the sleeping form next to him. A noise that had never before failed to relax him and lull him into sleep. With a quiet groan he threw back the thin sheet and left the bed.
Running his fingers through his long, unbound hair he stepped quietly over to the window. There was a full moon tonight and the land he could see from the window was bathed in soft, pale light. This was also something that had never failed to sooth him. But, tonight, something just didn’t feel quite right. Almost like the tingling on the back of his neck before a storm. However, that wasn’t it either. The feeling was almost one of expectation.
Elrond stood for long moments at the window, watching the moon chart its usual course through the night sky. Movement behind him drew his attention away from the sky and he yawned widely. Perhaps sleep would come after all. He quietly moved back to the bed, quickly joining the warm, sleeping form already there. He lay back and now sleep came quickly.
Slowly he opened his eyes, aware that he was standing. He felt the grass beneath his feet but it felt too real. Instinctively, Elrond realised that this was no dream. This was going to happen. He stood in a clearing in a forest, not too far away from Imladris. He knew he had been here before. His musings were interrupted by the thunderous sound of galloping hoof beats. Sure enough, a horse burst through the forest to his right and was reigned to a stop.
Elrond’s eyes widened as he saw the rider was Erestor. Erestor! Why was his Chief Advisor here? But then Elrond noticed the blood on Erestor’s throat and the look of sheer terror on his face as Erestor looked around, as if listening for something. He also noticed Erestor wore robes, the robes he wore when he was working. His dark green ones to be precise. But why was Erestor wearing robes on horseback? Another sound to his right caught his attention, and Erestor’s too, who then dug his heels into the horse’s flanks, causing it to lurch off into a gallop. Orcs broke through into the clearing just as Erestor left it. Unlike Erestor, the Orcs didn’t stop and ran though calling for blood.
Elrond just stood and stared at the trees, stunned. What just happened? More precisely, what was going to happen? Then he became aware that he hadn’t woken up yet. More was on the way.
Just as that thought came, the scenery around him shifted. Now he was stood in a cave, surrounded by Orcs. Elrond silently prayed to Elbereth that they hadn’t caught Erestor. But his fears came true when he caught sight of a grinning Orc dump something onto the ground. Even though he could do nothing, or even touch here, he ran over to Erestor.
What he saw sickened him. Erestor stared straight ahead, mumbling something under his breath. Elrond thought he heard his name along with those of his children. Elrond’s heard broke at the sight of him. There didn’t seem to be a part of him that was free from blood or bruising. But what chilled Elrond’s heart was the look in Erestor’s eyes. They were empty, broken ,dead. Another Orc roughly picked Erestor up and Elrond cried out at the lack of response, in spite of knowing no one could hear him. Erestor was going to die.
The scenery shifted again. Elrond now found himself outside, watching the full moon above a cave. He finally recognized where he was. The Trollshaws. An Orc came out of the cave mouth, dragging something. Dragging Erestor. The Orc threw Erestor’s body down to the pack of wargs and Elrond screamed.
He sat up in bed, panting and fighting off the arms trying to sooth him. No, no, no, no, this couldn’t happen!
“Elrond, what has upset you?” A gentle voice whispered into his ear and Elrond almost collapsed into the arms.
“Nothing. Just a dream,” he lied. “Go back to sleep Erestor.”
He allowed himself to be pulled back down onto his back. Erestor’s breathing quickly became deep and even again. Elrond watched his lover sleep with tears in his eyes. Erestor must never know.
TBC