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Scarred Fate	By : Massanie Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2051 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 11: Poison

CHAPTER NOTES

SCRIPTS:

'Thoughts'; ~visions~; **mind speech**; -l-Letters-l-

Glorfindel sent a guard to fetch the two humans who rested with their backs against the rocks on the mountainside, wrapped in warm blankets. The Imladris' soldiers had given them miruvor and bread and seen to their injuries. One of them had closed his eyes, overwhelmed with fatigue, but the other constantly observed their captivators.

The guard strode towards the two men, addressing the one who was awake with unconcealed disgust. "Wake your friend. Lord Elrond wishes to speak to you."

The human only glared back. When the Elf raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, the men leaned forward and a little bit to his left to get to his feet. But he did not bend his legs, instead he fell back again, fear-filled wide eyes searching out those of the ellon in front of him.

Unfortunately the elven guard was not especially fond of the humans that had attacked his lords and comrades and his patience was already wearing thin. "I said stand up!" He barked.

The human panicked. Raising one of his arm in defence he whimpered "I can't." His breathing hitched. The elf reached forward, grabbing the human's arm to pull him up but the men did not manage to tense his muscles and his legs gave way; the elven guard only pulled him half a meter, then he let go.

Shock registered on the handsome face when he realized that the human really couldn't walk.

Immediately he went down on his knees. "Can you not move your legs?" he inquired, this time almost friendly, concerned even.

But the human despaired. "You did that. You poisoned me! Don't you touch me, beast!" his cries echoed through the camp.

The elven lords heard the cries and Elrond tried to stand but Glorfindel squeezed his shoulder, indicating that the Half-Elf should stay where he was. The captain rushed over to where the two prisoners sat, Tauron and the twins at his side.

Meanwhile some guards restrained the still screaming human. Seeing him, Glorfindel was taken aback with shock and pity. The man was doing his best to escape his enemy, driven by mortal agony. But the elves where superior and they only needed to grab the human's arms and press him down to the ground, his legs lying useless and limp in the snow.

"What is going on?" Glorfindel demanded with all the authority he could muster.

"He snapped!" One of the guards called back.

"He cannot use his legs, now he goes berserk!"

Glorfindel's eyes widened. Then he grabbed Elrohír. "Get your father!"

The younger twin nodded and rushed back to Elrond's side, to help him over to the commotion.

Glorfindel made a few quick steps to the elves restraining the human "Get off! Away from him, everyone!"

The soldiers obeyed immediately. One nearly got punched by the prisoner who started to fight again, feeling the elves backing away from him. Sobbing he used his arms to pull himself back to the rocks he had leaned against, the stone giving him much needed support.

Slowly, Glorfindel went down on his heels, two meters from the bundle of misery that still tried to get further away.

"Calm, child. We are not going to hurt you."

"Stay away!" the human pressed out through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse from crying.

"Do you have an injury on your legs?"

Slowly, Elrond approached from behind.

"I will take over from here on. Thank you, Glorfindel."

The elven lord went down on his knees and slowly crawled towards the prisoner as if he was a frightened, injured animal.

"I am a healer. May I?" He looked into the wide eyes full of anguish.

"I won't hurt you. I am Elrond Half-Elven. You have nothing to fear from me."

But the human knew otherwise. He and his comrades had hurt the Half-Elf and killed many of his guards. They had besieged and would have killed them. No, his captors had reasons to hate him and he was sure they did. He remembered all too well how that dark haired elf had tortured one of his comrades, how they had killed them.

They had poisoned him and slowly he felt his fingers going numb. God, he didn't want to die like this.

"Please …" he did not know what he was begging for, but maybe it mattered not.

"Let me help you."

"You are part human."

Elrond nodded.

"I don't want to die."

Elrond took that as permission to touch the young soldier and see what it was.

"Can you move your legs?"

"No." There was so much fear and desperation in that single word.

The peredhel pinched him in one leg and the guard jerked, making the question if he had felt it unnecessary.

"It's spreading." The human whispered.

"Where?"

Elrond heard the small sob and felt his throat contract. He could guess what the young one was missing and it meant a very realistic chance that he would die within the hour.

"Into my fingers and arms. And my hip." The man looked up into his eyes, pleading with the Elf lord to tell him that he could stop this, but he saw the truth in the grey eyes. And in this moment, he knew that he would die. He lowered his head to shield his tear stained face.

"Now listen: you have been poisoned. I have seen snake-poison from Mirkwood having similar effects. It will paralyze you slowly. Within the hour you will not be able to breathe anymore."

The human drew a shivering breath, trying – but failing – not to sob and Elrond hurried to continue. He had frightened their prisoner, but he had always thought it best to tell his patients exactly what they had to expect.

"I have no antidote, but I know of something, that might save your life." Elrond laid his slender fingers under the man's chin and lifted it until he had made eye-contact again.

"The elves in Mirkwood do it, when one of them was bitten. Most survive. The poison will not paralyze your heart, but your lungs. If we ventilate you in turns for some hours, we can possibly keep you alive until you can breathe for yourself again."

The brown eyes filled with reluctant hope.

Then they wandered to his side where his comrade was still sleeping and his face became emotionless. They had killed him. This was no sleep one awoke from. The grey skin told as much as he needed to know.

Those Elves had killed him, both of them. They wanted answers, and the prize he got for them was his life. But in the end, they would kill him, too. Just as they had murdered his brother in arms, his friend, his comrade.

Hate filled eyes turned towards the lord of Imladris.

"And in exchange, you want to know where that other elf is, I would guess."

"Not in exchange for your life, no. But I want to know nonetheless."

There, he should have known it. The blasted elf would kill him. Not even the right answers would earn him his survival. The elven lord was not even pretending that they would let him live when he told them all they wanted to know. Hate filled eyes locked with the grey ones of Elrond.

"He is dead." He sneered. "Buried under the avalanche he himself caused; swept away from the path down into the valley with my comrades. I hope he did not die instantly but choked to death on the snow just as I will suffocate."

Elrond blinked. Then his eyes wandered to the other prisoner and he understood. Silence spread around them, while Elrond looked into the brown eyes, trying to read the truth in them. But without Vilya, he felt so weak and helpless and he was unable to decide if the human had been truthful.

Maybe Erestor was dead. This was even the most probable answer.

Oh Elbereth! That this sweet darkling had to grace Mandos before he had even tasted love just once …

Elrond looked aside, tears gathering in his eyes.

Meanwhile the human watched with grim satisfaction how the elven lord reacted to his words. His hand searched behind his back, searched for something and then winding up with a rock in his hand he tried to smash Elrond's head with one single stroke. But elves have so much faster reflexes.

While one guard pushed his lord aside to evade the stone, the young human was pierced by no less than three swords.

Death came quickly for him as one blade hit his heart.

"No." Elrond whispered shocked. Now there was no one who knew what had happened to his chief advisor. No way to find out the truth before it was possibly too late.

Glorfindel took his lovers arm, gently helping him stand.

"Well reacted!" Glorfindel said. "Cover the corpses with rocks and stones as best as you can. But be careful to leave the path free." He laid one hand around Elrond's chest and guided him away.

Elladan stood near the corpses. Oh how he wished he had questioned them when he had had the chance. But then he touched the letter that he had tucked behind his leather waistcoat. That was exactly what would kill him, and Elrohír. With tears in his eyes he looked to his twin, Elrohír immediately catching up on his distress and silently coming nearer to comfort him.

"Come, brother."

Elrond let himself be steered towards his earlier resting place by his blond lover.

"We have a traitor" he murmured only for Glorfindel's ears. "Someone killed them so we could not inquire about why those humans attacked us or where Erestor is. Someone here is a traitor."

Glorfindel wished he could deny the conclusions Elrond had drawn; but he could not. He just did not know which one of his guards was able to do this. On the other hand ... that could mean that Erestor still lived.

CHAPTER END NOTES

ellon ~ male elf

peredhel ~ half elf
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