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Not Just His Herald	By : Gemstarzah Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's warning: Dead elflings in this chapter...
When Elrond and his warriors reached the camp they had made earlier that morning, Elrond was almost alarmed at the number of elves there. Most of them were women and children, very few of them appeared to be guards from Ost-En-Edhil.
His eyes searched for Celebrimbor, but there were just too many here for him to know if his friend survived the attack. It was also impossible to tell if Barieth and the two elflings had managed to get out of the city either. This crowd was too much for anyone to be spotted that he knew.
Shaking his head, Elrond dismounted, and made his way toward where his tent was. He needed to get his armour off, so it could be cleaned once more. He was shaken from what he had been a part of, and he wondered, vaguely, if this might have been how Maglor had felt all those years ago during the Kin-Slayings.
I suppose it is wrong to think of those right now. So many have died. Even though it had been orcs that had massacred the elves of Ost-en-Edhil, it felt as though there had been another kin-slaying, with so many elven bodies littering the streets as there had been. It had been hard to ride without having his horse step on or stumble over someone’s corpse on the way out of the city.
The orcs had been laughing as the elves fled from the city, and it was clear that they had been pleased by the result of this attack. A notion that made Elrond feel sick in his stomach. One day, those orcs will find that we are not so easy to oppress as we were today.
Once they had found somewhere to settle, that was unable to be found by Sauron’s orcs, he’d send word to Ereinion and let him know that Eregion couldn’t be saved. That was a letter that he was not looking forward to sending, and he hoped that by the time that he sent it, he would also know Celebrimbor’s fate, as well as those of his family. Best to get all the bad news said in one letter, than in multiple.
For now, it was all he could do, to save that news in his memory. He would not write that letter, until there were less matters for him to attend to. Ereinion would be not so unhappy, if there were news that they had found a place to settle as well.
Spotting a familiar dark haired head, Elrond called the elf’s name. “Erestor!”
Erestor came over to join him swiftly.
“Yes, mellon-nin?”
Elrond sighed, looking at his friend. Once, he had known that Erestor had dwelt in Ost-en-Edhil, working as an advisor, when Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn had also made their home here. When they had left, to go to Lorien, Erestor had come to Lindon. Since then, Erestor had become a good friend to Elrond, and he had been grateful of his company before, as well as his thoughts on matters that troubled him.
“Has there been any sightings of Celebrimbor or his family?”
Erestor shook his head, silver eyes both worried and dismayed. The sight of Ost-En-Edhil as it was now was something Elrond knew that would devastate his friend. This had been his home, after Gondolin had fallen. That was why Erestor had come with them, as well as wanting to stay with his friends.
Elrond sighed. “I am sorry about the fall of the city, Erestor. I know it was once home to you.”
Erestor nodded, not able to look back at the ruined city. “I need to decide where I will go from here. Where will you go? Back to Lindon?”
All of them needed to figure out where their paths lay now. Elrond shook his head. “I cannot return to Lindon until I have seen to all these people, and made sure they are safe.”
That night, sleep did not come easily for Elrond. He had been up for half the night, tending to those who needed help. Once he had reached his tent, much of his sleep had been plagued with memories he would sooner forget. The time when he and Elros had been caught up in Sirion.
Only this time, he realised he was someone else. Celebrimbor’s son, and he was with his sister and mother trying to escape from their home.
Elrond woke with a start. I can’t keep thinking about them, even though I am worried about them. If he kept worrying, then he would not get any sleep, and he needed it. Sighing, he calmed his mind, working on emptying it before he drifted off into reverie once more.
The night passed without incident which seemed a small mercy given all that Sauron had caused the day before. Elrond knew, when he woke, that Sauron not attacking them wouldn’t last forever. He’s probably just letting his orcs feast. A disgusting thought, considering what they would be feasting on in the city. I’m just glad the Eldar don’t have to witness that feast. He knew more than one of them would not have been able to handle seeing that.
As he moved out of his tent, armour back on, as they would leave Eregion and not return again after this morning, Elrond looked over toward the city, only to turn away as bile built in his throat. He hadn’t turned quick enough to not remember what he’d seen.
Four elven bodies, all completely naked, bound to poles towering above the smoke rising from the ruins. Celebrimbor, shot several times in the chest, black arrows still protruding from his chest. Barieth with blood coating her face, coming from places where hair had been ripped from her scalp. Their son appeared to have had the points of his little ears removed. Their daughter with blood coating her body from having her throat slashed.
I am not going to be able to forget seeing that sight. Elrond knew it was something that would stick with him for the rest of his life. It was a terrible end for his friends to have. Especially the two elflings, who had still a whole life that they would not live. Unless they were at some point reborn in Valinor.
Keeping himself from seeing those bodies, like for everyone else, was not easy, as they moved about dismantling their campsite.
Namarie Celebrimbor, Barieth, Glassion, Milhel. Elrond swung up onto his horse some time later. He was only too glad to put that horrible sight behind him as he rode away, with the rest of the group, to a place that a scout had returned to tell them about. Somewhere apparently beautiful, but after that sight… what could be?
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