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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 24: Orc Attack

CHAPTER NOTES

SCRIPTS:

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

For almost three hours Elladan stumbled along behind his Mirkwood kin, who agilely moved over sharp rocks and stones, even managing to carry Erestor without greater difficulties. The uneven ground would not have been a hindrance for him either but one of them was rather cruelly pulling at the cord fastened to his bound wrists, making him lose his balance and sending him tumbling to the ground.

That unnerving behaviour had started some minutes ago when his captor had obviously decided that he was not fast enough and already Elladan was covered with minor bruises and grazes.

Once again his knees made contact with the rocks and his hands were pulled out from under his body, leaving him unable to alleviate his fall. Quickly the Imladrian prince was pulled to his feet again, cursed at and sent on his unstable path again.

"What are you planning at?" Elladan growled but kept his gaze trained on the ground to prevent another tumble.

Immediately Elladan was pulled forward in reminder of his situation. "We'd be faster if you didn't send me falling all the time!"

The next moment Elladan found himself lying in the snow and he gazed up to his captors in anger and hate. Had he been a little bit more alert he would have noticed the inner tension of his kidnappers, seen how they casted hidden glances at the evening sky above, that some still carried their bows quite openly in their hands instead of shouldering them to ease the climbing.

Suddenly the leader stood in front of him, grasping his hair harshly and using his punishing hold to bare his pale throat. "If you cannot hold our pace, we'll have to dispose of you."

Elladan's eyes widened fearfully as he felt the sharp blade of a long knife pressed to his throat.

"Down there, Elrondion!"

Elrohír strained his eyes to identify the dark spots that moved over the snow covered rocks beneath them. "Yes, I can see my brother."

The younger twin growled in anger as Elladan fell hard to the ground.

"We have to free them!"

But the eagle only set to soar in circles above the group far below. "And what do you suppose we do, Elrondion? Don't you see their bows?"

Some minutes passed in silence while they observed the hooded figures. Finally Elrohír conceded, his mouth clenched to a thin line. "Good. We'll wait for the night, then we will get my brother out. They will not kill Erestor, but they might decide that my brother is dispensable."

Just in that moment, Elladan was again pulled to the ground. Frowning Elrohír watched as one of the kidnappers approached his brother swiftly and then he gasped. A knife ... they would kill him, his twin, his Elladan!

"LANDROVAL!"

His warning was unnecessary though – Gwaihir's brother had already seen it, was already reacting to the threat. With a loud, deafening cry he donned his enormous wings and let himself fall towards the stones in a staggering plummet. Elrohír buried his hands in the eagle's feathers, desperately trying to keep his hold.

Elladan closed his eyes in distress, trying to prepare himself for something one cannot possibly prepare oneself for. 'Elrohír ...'

His eyes flew up again as he heard the eagle's cry and felt his hair being released from the bruising grip. Turning on the ground Elladan saw Landroval falling down towards them. 'Too fast' was the first thought that broke through the chaos reigning his mind, 'he's way too fast!'

Not thinking, the elder twin hastily got up to escape the massive body that surely must crush them all in mere seconds. Neither of the Mirkwood Elves around him tried to stop him as they aligned their long bows.

Escaping the group Elladan scrambled over the rocks with his still bound hands. Seconds later all air was pressed out of his lungs as Landroval's sharp nails dug into his shoulders with a brutal force, originating from the almost unchecked plummet.

Elrohír looked over the shoulder of his companion, seeing his brother grasped by its huge claws. Grinning slightly he looked back and his smile froze.

Not even a second later a swarm of arrows covered the fleeing princes and lord Gwaihir's brother, one hitting Elrohír's leg that was tightly pressed to the great eagle's muscular body, two piercing Landroval's right wing with fatal consequences:

While they were not harming him seriously and he could have flown on they caused a brief malposition of his wing. Too near to the ground and much too fast to act in time, the tip of the injured wing made contact with the snow, throwing Landroval off balance. Within a split of a second his body propelled in midair and Elrohír was thrown and landed hard on his left shoulder, his arm caught in an unfortunate position crushed beneath him, breaking possibly multiple times in the act.

The great eagle crashed with his back forward into the iced rocks and – in an admirable presence of mind - slung Elladan backwards, reducing the force of his impact so that the elder prince was left shaken but mostly unharmed as he landed in a small snow ledge while the eagle's body skidded down the mountainside, vanishing from their sight.

Feeling nauseous and weak-kneed from the very short – and his first – flight, Elladan picked himself up and searched for his brother with a pounding heart.

"Elrohír! ELROHÍR!" He screamed out, seeing the Mirkwood elves already running towards him. Somewhat shaky he made his way back, guessing that his brother must have been thrown before he had been.

Climbing a rock the elder prince saw his twin kneeling in the snow, cradling his left arm and trying to stand. "Elrohír! Behind you!"

Catching up on his brother's agitated voice, Elrohír turned to see the Mirkwood elves running towards him and he groaned. With his uninjured right arm he pulled his hunting knife and stood, wincing at the pain in his thigh, where the arrow head was still deeply embedded. Hurriedly he limped towards his twin, Elladan meeting him halfway.

Moving quickly the elder half elf grasped his brother's knife with his still bound hand and cut his ties before pressing the injured Half-Elf behind him, determined to defend him though he knew that they had no chance against the bows of their Woodland kin.

Only moments later their persecutors had caught up with them, keeping their bows trained at the twins.

Again the leader stepped forward, cocking his masked head, but the two Imladrian princes could hear the ridicule in his voice as he addressed them.

"Come, young prince, I have no intention to hurt you. Lay the knife down, you have no chance to escape!"

A tender hand laid itself on Elladan's from anger shivering shoulder. "He is right, brother. Lay it down. We cannot save Erestor when we are dead." His twin whispered into his ear.

Nervously Elladan watched the Mirkwood Elves closing in on them with fluid movements and one rather detached part of his mind admired those soldiers' professionalism.

They had played them. They had pretended to try and kill him only to get the eagle near enough to shoot it. And they had managed to keep this from him by making him concentrate on the ground solely.

The leader approached him, one hand extended for the knife.

Would they kill them eventually? But if they really wanted to depose of him and his brother they would surely just do it now. Either way, if he wanted for Elrohír and himself to live yet a while longer, he needed to back down.

Turning the knife in his hand Elladan held out its hilt for that damned Mirkwood elf to take. The still masked ellon cocked his head victoriously and snapped the knife out of Elladan's hand, causing him to clench his jaw in anger.

"Better use your energy to help your brother up again, *prince*, we are in a bit of a hurry and I'd hate having to kill him because he slows us down ..."

Surprising his brother and himself, Elladan stayed calm and silent. He was in no position to revolt against their captor and if he did that elf might forbid him to properly care for his brother's wounds. So he refrained himself from strangling the haughty ellon and instead turned to his brother to look him over.

"You should not have done that, El." He whispered gently, taking in the broken arm and arrow wound.

"I'll be fine, but you'd better remove that arrow and set my arm and splint it." For a moment the younger twin looked to their captor, wondering with no small amount of apprehension if that man would make true on his threat and kill him if he couldn't keep up.

But then he steeled his features and proudly encountered the Mirkwood elf's stare while Elladan grabbed his arm tightly.

"That great eagle was the lord Landroval, lord Gwaihir's brother. He will be found and then you will not only have the eagles to worry about, but the White council also!"

Elrohír stifled his scream as Elladan had used his distraction to set his arm and he closed his eyes for a moment only to open them seconds later, boundless hate burning within and his voice trembled with revulsion and pain as he spoke up again.

"One of the great eagles injured or murdered by Greenwood's sharp arrows ... isn't that something? You'd better pray he lives."

The leader of the traitorous group said nothing for a moment. Then his hands wandered to his hood, letting it slide back to reveal his golden hair before he untied the bindings of the lower part of his mask, revealing thin lips that were curved in a menacing smile.

Like a predator he approached the twins and the blue cold eyes seemed to hold Elrohír captured as he stared into them and only the presence of his brother kept him from retreating.

Moments later the younger twin found the black head of a coarse arrow pointed directly into his face and he wrinkled his nose in disgust: it was one of the roughly crafted arrows used by Orcs. He looked aside, giving the blonde the illusion of having won. No need to tell that cursed ellon that his whole family, including his grand-parents and of course Gandalf and Gwaihir would have no problem at all to guess correctly that it hadn't been Orcs who shot at Landroval and kidnapped the heirs of Imladris.

But with mild force the blonde used the arrow head to turn his face his way again, making him look into the cruel eyes once more.

"Now, if you don't want to be the victim of an Orc attack also, you'd better obey and stay silent."

CHAPTER END NOTES

Elrondion ~ son of Elrond

ellon ~ male elf
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