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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 22: Wolves Are In Disguise

CHAPTER NOTES

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

After having sent the large black common raven with a note to his father, Elladan sat down next to his charge and carefully laid one finger to his throat, feeling the soft pulse.

Once, Elrohír had been hurt badly in a fight that he had dragged him into. His brother had always been the more careful one, and normally it was the other way round: Elladan getting hurt and Elrohír stitching him up.

They had happened upon a troop of Orcs and Elladan had persisted on attacking them although his brother had cautioned him, had said that they were too many. He had not listened ... and nearly lost his brother. Elrohír had been badly wounded and after treating his injuries he had sat close to him, one finger pressed to his carotid, feeling the beat of his twin's heart. It had calmed him and it calmed him now to feel Erestor's steady rhythm. It meant that the advisor lived and would live yet a while longer. Long minutes went by as the elder twin sank deeply into his thoughts while monitoring his charge.

Erestor was a riddle he would probably never solve. He always made the appearance of a cold and single-minded ellon with an intelligence beyond his young years although his social intelligence was obviously more than lacking. But in contrast to his fellow elves, both twins had never disliked the black haired elf but pitied him, having seen the signs of the elven sickness on him for decades before and after Dírhael's death. He must have been very lonely.

"You are strong. Death and depression your constant companions, but still you always are stronger." He whispered softly.

The sad smile froze on his face. There was a sound.

Elladan looked up and directly into an arrow that was directed at him from a ledge some metres above.

A group of hooded persons looked down at him, most had their bows drawn at him, ready to shoot. There was no way that he could escape them, and so he stayed where he was, one finger pressed to Erestor's throat, his heart hammering madly in his chest.

They were clad in fine, dark grey tunics that hid them well between the rocks and their faces were concealed by black stripes of cloth, one covering the eye area, the other the nose and mouth; but the long bows betrayed their origin: elves from Greenwood they were. Elladan felt his throat tighten. The young counsellor to his feet had fled from those very elves centuries ago; they had tormented him and forced drugs upon him when he had only been a child.

Those elves would kill him and take Erestor with them back to Mirkwood – a journey the dark ellon could not survive in his current state.

"If you want to live, stand back and raise your hands above your head!" One of the elves murmured, disguising his voice.

The heir of Imladris did as he was bidden. Slowly he stood and stepped back from Erestor's form. Those elves would probably kill him the moment they knew that he was vaguely aware of their identity; but maybe he had a chance to escape and save Erestor by playing the ignoramus. "What do you want?"

"Nothing from you!"

Two of them took away his weapons and bound his wrists tightly. They bound a rope around his neck so that he would have enough air to breathe but they could control him much more easily while climbing.

Elladan watched as they approached the unconscious ellon. "Don't move him. He is too severely injured and we have only recently stitched the most life-threatening of his wounds!"

The speaker climbed down and went to Erestor where he hunkered down. With the utmost gentleness he stroked the dirty black strands of hair out of the counsellor's face. Elladan nearly growled at him. That elf stood under his protection and he would not let anyone touch him like that.

"Keep your hands off of him!" he hissed venomously.

"Be quiet, or I *will* kill you." The Elf turned to the others. "Lay him on the litter, but be careful."

"You can't do that. He is too weak. He will die!" Elladan raged.

"And gag that peredhel! Be swift, we need to be miles away when that eagle returns."

He moved predatorily towards Elladan and the elder son of Elrond was sure that he was grinning evilly beneath that dark mask. "We will take you with us for awhile; none of us has the knowledge to treat Erestor's injuries. But you do."

Nearly four hours later Elrohír and Landroval returned. They had flown to the timberline below and the elf had gathered as much dry wood as he could, a tedious task for only bushes and dry grass grew in this higher areas. But it would suffice for awhile and hopefully Erestor would soon be well enough to be flown to Imladris by Landroval. Elrohír had talked to the great eagle and Gwaihir's brother had suggested to bring another great eagle and carry them out. The young peredhel gratefully accepted; it was the only possibility to end this nightmare and they still had to warn their grandmother about the impeding attack on Imladris.

Swiftly Landroval glided towards the ledge.

"They are gone!" he suddenly cried.

Elrohír felt his heart missing a beat but he could not see what the sharp eyed eagle could. "What do you mean?" he called to him.

"Your brother and the elven seer. They are gone."

"No!" The younger peredhel suddenly felt dizzy. That could not be happening. Had the Orcs come to recapture their prisoner? Were the humans from Angmar behind it? Or Erestor's family? Lately it seemed that everyone had taken a sudden and disturbing interest in the young advisor.

Gracefully Landroval swept down and landed on the ledge with much more ease than in the night before, both legs being free now.

Elrohír jumped from the eagles back and frantically searched for signs that would tell him where his brother and Erestor had been abducted to.

"Elves. Elves were here. Their feet did not sink deep into the snow. They took them. A litter was placed on the ground right here; they were prepared to carry an injured!"

He frowned, trying to master the sudden panic that tried to freeze his thoughts. "No fight. They surprised my brother."

If the kidnappers had wanted Erestor, they might have judged his elder twin to be dispensable.

'Oh, Elladan.'

He desperately tried to keep up his concentration, fighting against the fear that threatened to choke him.

'Think!'

Those were elves ... they would surely not risk the curse of the kinslayers if they could avoid it. Up to now Erestor's kin had refrained from killing any elf directly but had let the humans do it.

Furthermore there was no blood, no signs of fighting ... they must have taken his brother along.

'Think, where could they have brought them?'

Elrohír swallowed. Erestor was in no condition to be moved and the footprints showed that they were heading to Mirkwood, but northwest, away from the High Pass. He did not know where to go. southeast to warn their grandmother? Or northwest to save Elladan and Erestor?

Hundreds of lives or two? Landroval would be faster. The whole of Imladris or his own brother and his father's chief advisor.

"Landroval, Imladris! The army of Angmar! My grandmother has to be warned immediately! Please, I beg you: fly to Imladris and warn her, please!"

The eagle silently shook his head.

"No, Elrondion. I shall seek the lost Firstborn with you. Gandalf and my brother will see to the safety of Imladris."

"But we don't know if they'll come in time."

"Elrondion" The eagle cocked his head, almost as if smiling at the ellon in front of him.

"You have no package, nothing to eat or drink and no weapons. Trust in Gwaihir and Gandalf, they will keep your father's valley safe."

Biting his lips, Elrohír had to give in. Landroval was right; he had no chance to take on those elves on his own with only his hunting knife as weapon. Nodding he looked up to the great eagle.

"Would you bear me then?"

Landroval only inclined his noble head.

CHAPTER END NOTES

ellon ~ male elf

peredhel ~ half elf

Elrondion ~ son of Elrond
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