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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 20: Two Things…

CHAPTER NOTES

SCRIPTS:

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

The three Lóriën brothers moved stealthily and soundlessly through the moonlit woods. The undergrowth was not very dense in this parts of the forest, providing the Galadhrim with an inadequate cover, but their Lothóriën tunics protected the three silver haired elves from searching eyes, in contrast to the thief; they had the advantage over their prey whose tracks they had found a while ago.

In the soft forest ground his footprints were clearly visible and deep. Deeper than they should have been for an elf; he must have been carrying something heavy – Lindir.

The thief and putative kidnapper was fleeing east towards the Misty Mountains. He had a head start of nearly four hours, but he was considerably slower than the Lothóriën warriors. Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin were quickly catching up; but they had already passed the Imladrian borders and more and more they were pressed for time.

Up to now they had only once happened upon soldiers from Imladris; a small patrol of five young warriors. Haldir had instructed them to give note to Telchar and Galadriel about the whereabouts of the thief and the direction they were heading.

There were just too few warriors to sufficiently cover the lands surrounding the Last Homely House, the remaining valiant ellyn had to spread wide; a fact that gave the fleeing thief enough chances to elude them; a fact that the three brothers tried to make undone now, and it seemed that the luck or the Valar's grace were on their side.

Haldir raised one hand to indicate his brothers to be silent and halt in their steps. There had been a noise in the bushes not far away along their path.

Intently he listened into the forest. Narrowing his eyes as he tried to detect something, anything that could reveal that blasted elf's whereabouts.

And then there was it again: a burble and coughing, a clamour as if there was a scramble on the forest ground.

Without further thinking he drew his bow and quietly but swiftly sidled forward, his brothers mirroring his movements.

"Drink, little rat!"

Haldir's heart beat maddeningly fast in his chest. Faster, he had to go faster. 'Elbereth, oh please ...'

"Stop fidgeting, or I'll cut your throat!"

The twigs hit his face hard, but he cared not. If he was not quick enough ...

Suddenly they saw a flash of white amidst the green bushes of Imladris' forests, Lindir's white hair.

"Let him go!" Haldir shouted, just as his brothers rushed past him to surround the minstrel and his captor but they were still some metres away from the brunet who held the sweet, young minstrel pinned down to the ground with his weight. They could not see what he had been doing but in this very moment it mattered not. He was a danger to be neutralized in whatever way.

Immediately the brunet jumped back, trying to get into the forest's undergrowth but Orophin was quicker. With unwavering accuracy his arrow found its way into the kidnapper's upper leg, effectively halting his retreat.

The ellon cried out and fell to the ground, Rúmil and Orophin already running towards him, Haldir keeping his arrow directed at him and following his every movement. He would not allow this one to hurt anyone anymore: neither his brothers nor Lindir; he would rather shoot him first.

Behind the brothers, Lindir got to his feet again, the raging emotions clearly written on his flushed face. The moment he had enough air to scream, he did. Forward he jumped, trying to get to the brunet devil that had tried to silence him, tried to let Erestor vanish behind a dark veil to never emerge again.

"Ulundo! Orchion! Beast of Melkor!"

The three Lóriën-elves turned surprised for only one moment, Haldir immediately catching the ranting Lindir into his arms, stopping him from lynching his kidnapper. The short lasting chaos was enough. Suddenly Haldir heard one of his brother shouting and out of the corner of his eyes he could see Rúmil running forward, tackling the kidnapper.

Totally confused he felt Lindir growing rigid in his arms, just as he saw Rúmil rolling the unconscious blond ellon onto his back.

"What did just happen?" he turned to Orophin, who had crouched down next to his brother and the kidnapper.

Orophin turned only long enough to murmur an angered "Drank poison or something."

That seemed to wake the unmoving Lindir. With a low growl he shook Haldir's arms away and stepped nearer to his new epitome of an enemy. Shivering from anger he all but screamed at the unmoving ellon.

"Faelon did not take poison! That precursor of an Orc would never have the guts to take his own life! He probably took what he wanted to give me: water from the Enchanted River!"

Only thinking about his chances for a moment Lindir strode even nearer, trying to kick the now sleeping blond ellon into the stomach.

Immediately Haldir grabbed him and pulled him close again. "Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, Lindir! Calm down. Are you okay?"

The white haired minstrel grumbled and tried to get free for some moments, fighting against the restricting arms holding him back. "Let me go!"

Only gradually he stilled, realising Haldir's physical superiority. "I am fine! Now let me go!"

"He did not hurt you?"

"Only some bruises. I am fine, I told you!"

"Good. Then two things ..."

Slowly, Haldir turned the younger ellon around so that he was facing him. "Never attack an Eldar that does not threaten you. And never. Never ever attack an Eldar that is lying unconsciously on the ground!"

He gave the slim shoulders a short shake to emphasize his point, staring into the fair eyes as if trying to see behind them. He had been shocked by the minstrel's violent reaction, having thought him unable to really hurt another being like that, especially a helpless being.

Embarrassed, Lindir dropped his head. "I know. I did not really want to hurt him, I guess ... well, not *badly* at least." He added as Haldir sceptically raised an eyebrow.

"But he ... they ... Everything they did ... and will do ... that an Eldar would be able to do something like that ..."

Pacified for the moment, Haldir gave a curt nod before looking to the unconscious ellon. "Faelon, you said? You know him then?"

"He was a senior advisor to our lord Elrond before he had to resign because of severe misbehaviour towards Erestor."

"OK. Just promise to not do something like that again. You will regret it afterwards."

Haldir waited for Lindir's shy nod before he proceeded.

"The second thing: it seems that this traitorous being eluded an interrogation, so: did you find out more about Erestor and his family?"

Quickly Lindir's demeanour changed from a conscious-stricken bashfulness to a death-serious agitation full of urgency. His large eyes locked with the fair ones of Haldir.

"I know their names, we have to hurry back to Imladris!"

CHAPTER END NOTES

ellon ~ male elf

ellyn ~ male elves

Ulundo ~ monster

Orchion ~ son of an Orc
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