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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 34: Bring Them Down

CHAPTER NOTES

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

Again and again the eagle's wings beat in a steady rhythm up and down, the strong muscles flexing beneath Gandalf's legs. Gwaihir felt the wizard's knees pressing tightly, almost painfully, against his neck; but he allowed it, understanding his friend's distress.

Looking back for a moment, Gwaihir considered the sun's position where it was flooding the lands in the west with a golden light, having passed its zenith two hours ago. They were making good time, already having reached the upper parts of the Misty Mountains. And yet they would need another two days to reach Thranduil's halls.

Stretching his stiff neck Gwaihir emitted a series of high-pitched, clear cries to alert other eagles that might be hunting anywhere near. His voice whipped through the cold air and it would be heard over many miles from any of his kin. Every great eagle hunting near would immediately be alerted and follow their lord's summoning. Already three had joined them, flying now in a v-formation with Gwaihir at the tip. Another two he had sent back to their nesting place so that the threat of humans and Orcs could be dealt with.

The eagle lord had not expected his call to be returned, however.

Surprised he immediately cried out again, a complex series of high pitched notes and his head turned slightly as he strained to hear the answer again, identify it's source. He was not disappointed as a similar call was carried over the wind to his sensitive ears.

"Olórin, there is one of my kin down there. Hold on tight!"

It was all the warning the old wizard got before Gwaihir donned his huge wings and descended towards the jagged mountainside down into a narrow valley, framed by rocky, iced scarps. But soon Gandalf spotted a brown patch between the monotony of grey and white, just as he heard the eagles cry out in anger.

There in the cold snow on a small ledge, Landroval looked up to them, one of his wings drawn close to his body, the right one spread out, bend in an odd angle where his heavy fall from the cliff had shattered the light bone.

Opening their wings just in time the four eagles landed close to their fallen friend although the ledge the injured bird sat on was too small for two of the huge eagles.

"Landroval!" Gwaihir cried. "What happened?"

The eagle lord had well seen the orcish arrow shaft in his brother's broken wing. But he could not imagine his sharp eyed brother having been surprised by those foul creatures. Or had it happened while fulfilling the task he himself had set him?

"Silvan Elves abducted the seer and the Elrondyn!"

Gandalf felt his heart skip a beat at hearing that news. He had hoped Erestor would be save by now and on his way to Imladris on Landroval's strong back and not towards Greenwood and death, if Galadriel was right, and he had no reason to doubt the Finarfiniel.

"I will climb over to you, Landroval." He announced and, with a speed and agility belying his aged appearance, Gandalf climbed down from Gwaihir's back and along the rocky mountain side towards the small ledge the injured eagle occupied.

Carefully the old wizard set his foot on the slippery stones and steadied himself with one hand on Landroval's shoulder as he crouched down beneath the outspread wing to examine the fracture and the arrow wound.

"Oh, my friend ... I am no healer and the fracture is bad. I won't be able to set it properly. But I shall remove the arrow and clean the wound to the best of my ability."

And while Gandalf was treating the injury that had trapped the great eagle on the ledge, Landroval told them about the Silvan elves and how they had captured his three elven companions.

"The seer will soon be dead. The wounds were too severe to survive such a journey." He cried, looking to his elder brother."

"Don't say that!" Gandalf said sharply. "Maia blood flows in his veins. If he has survived his wounds for half a day in your grip, flying in the cold air, he will survive now that the twin sons of Elrond are with him. But the situation is dire, indeed."

Cocking his head the injured eagle observed the wizard with one sharp eye, but ere he had the chance to give voice to the questions that statement roused, his elder brother spoke up.

"And I cannot accompany you further, Olórin. I will return to Imladris and beg a healer's help for my brother. Meneldor will stay with Landroval and protect him until my return." Gwaihir looked to the young eagle that sat on a rock above him. Meneldor was agile and swift and he would guard his brother well.

"But I would ask the help of your other companions, nonetheless" Gandalf started and he roughly indicated in the direction where the two other great eagles sat, "for I need to travel swiftly to Mirkwood and to Thranduil's halls, if I am to save my son."

At this the eagles except for Gwaihir looked to their lord in surprise but stayed silent as Gwaihir gave a curt nod.

"They will carry you to whatever destination, yet I will not allow them to attack a Firstborn unless shot at; we are to protect Illúvatar's children, not kill them. But tell Thranduil that I expect severe punishment for those that injured my brother so!"

"I will tell him that, my friend, though we might find that the true culprit was not the one shooting the arrow." The wizard tried to caution.

"Olórin! I care not. They would have left my brother here to die. Bring them down!"

Slowly the Maia nodded. There was no need in fuelling the eagle's wrath further in his current state especially since he knew that Gwaihir spoke out of concern and fear for his brother.

Only minutes later the two old friends parted ways again, Gwaihir soaring into the setting sun in the west towards the Hidden Valley far below them, Gandalf flying east into the ascending darkness of the night.

CHAPTER END NOTES

Elrondyn ~ sons of Elrond

Finarfiniel ~ daughter of Finarfin
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