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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 8: In Shambles

CHAPTER NOTES

WARNING: This chapter contains violence and torture. Don't read if that disturbs you...

SCRIPTS:

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

With huge eyes Tauron looked back the way he had run, still lying in the cold, iced snow on the High Pass.

He was confused, exhausted and shocked. He had not slept for the last two days and not eaten much and just barely escaped a gigantic avalanche with his life. He couldn't go any further and his mind was just not working, not grasping what had just happened.

Was the advisor dead? Were the peredhil even in the cave? Were they now buried alive behind a thick layer of snow?

Tears of confusion, frustration and shock gathered in his eyes until they spilled over.

After he knew not how long Tauron pulled himself together. First he had to see what was happening in the humans' camp and where the advisor was. He had eight maybe nine hours until his captain and seneschal was to arrive if everything had gone according to plan. Certainly they would not come earlier; there was time. Slowly he stood.

Elladan was still gazing over the snow masses in front of him, shocked by the extent of the destruction. Where was Glorfindel?

Suddenly he was pulled back as an arrow flew by from the east where his head had been moments before. But the Elven soldiers were quick and good archers. One of them stepped out and drew his bow, the arrow finding its way into the chest of a human. Instantly the soldier hid himself again behind the cave's entrance.

"Nine guards left."

That was a ridiculous number. There were 11 guards jammed together in the cave along with the three peredhil! Now they were not only the better warriors, they were outnumbering their enemy.

Elladan smiled sardonically. "The western side seems to be clear. Kill the nine humans. Elrohír, make our father ready for travelling."

Mere minutes later the Elves found themselves making short work with their remaining besiegers with Elrond's son determinedly leading the way.

Elladan's rage was murderous. Those humans had killed many Elves that he had called friend, they had poisoned his father and intended to kill the rest of them.

They deserved to die, deserved to die *painfully*.

Elves were brilliant archers with their keen eyes and the darkness and distance between them and their enemy put them in a strategic advantage: While the Elves could take good aim and nearly every arrow hit its target, the Hillmen could hardly cross the distance with their bows, let alone hitting the elven warriors.

While Elladan's comrades shot to kill quickly and painlessly, Elladan's arrows were meant to take them out without killing them. He left the sheltered cave and approached the humans, firing his arrows into shoulders and thighs and abdomen, immobilizing his enemies and causing much pain in the process.

When the Elves had injured or killed five of the humans, the remaining four fled. But the Elves were faster, the snow carrying them much better than their prey. They hardly sank in at all and soon the four fleeing soldiers were killed with arrows in their backs or heads.

Elladan went on to the nearest wounded and pulled him up by his hair. Disdain marred the handsome features and hate burned in the grey eyes.

"Why?" he sneered "Why do your people ambush the lord of Imladris and his escort? Speak, or I will break your fingers one by one."

"I don't know, please I swear I do not know. By my family, I swear!"

Elladan grasped the arrow that was deeply imbedded in the soldier's shoulder. The sudden movement caused the man to scream in pain.

"But that looks rather painful, we should remove it. Shall I help you with that?"

Slowly the elder peredhel twin twisted the wooden shaft, scornfully looking the soldier in the eyes. But the men threw back his head and screamed at the top of his lungs.

Shocked, the Elves stood around their prince, none of them daring to interfere in the cruel torture.

Behind them Elrohír left the cave and quickly took in what happened.

"Elladan!" He screamed. "Elladan, stop it! What are you doing?" He started running towards them as fast as he could on the irregular and treacherous snow masses.

The elder twin stopped and turned around, seeing his brother balancing on the more than unsteady ground.

"Elrohír, be careful!"

Moments later, Elrohír approached his brother, grabbing his collar and pushing him to the ground, while their comrades restrained the humans that could survive and killed the others. That left only two soldiers alive.

"What were you thinking?" he yelled. "He is a Secondborn, Elladan. You are … you cannot …" In his dismay he pushed his twin deeper into the snow, then raised a fist as if to hit him, but he stopped, lowering his arm to take his brother's face between his hands.

Not being able to hold back his sobs, he leaned his forehead against that of his stupefied twin, rocking softly back and forth.

"I thought you above such things … don't you see that he is but a marionette in his master's plans? Never, ever do this again, Elladan … never. Or I *will* hurt you. I swear I will not let you do things like that!"

"Lord Elrohír? … Lord Elladan? I really think we should be moving." One of the warriors softly interfered.

Slowly Elrohír stood, wiping his tears away with his sleeve. "I am sorry, Elladan." The elder twin only nodded, still taken aback by his brother's outburst.

He looked at the soldier he had questioned. One of his comrades had taken the initiative and killed the human. He had an arrow embedded in his thigh and one in his shoulder. While this was not necessarily lethal, the man would not have managed to get down from the mountains, especially not since he had lost much blood and the torture had exhausted him further.

He could not find it within himself to feel compassion or pity towards the Secondborn, but maybe Elrohír was right. They were Elves after all; they were superior and should not use such methods.

"Any sign of Glorfindel?" Elladan asked, but his soldiers shook their heads.

"Just what is going on?"

The other Imladris' warriors only shook their heads. They didn't know and they were exhausted and hungry and thirsty.

They had hoped to encounter friends and head for Imladris and now their enemies were dead, and no one in sight.

Elrohír turned to one of the remaining human soldiers.

"There was an elf; there at the eastern side. Right before the avalanche. Where is he?"

Fearfully the soldier glanced up into the hard face of the younger twin. He did not want to die here but he knew that the Elves would kill him the moment they had the information they needed; just as they had killed his comrades.

Slowly he shook his head.

"Did you know who it was?" Elrohír hissed; he proceeded, when the soldier shook his head once again. "It was lord Erestor of Rivendell, chief advisor to lord Elrond. He better be safe and sound, or lord Elrond will be very upset. Where is he?" 'And Vilya ...' his mind added.

"I don't know."

Elrohír sighed. "We will take them with us. Wherever Erestor is, without victuals we cannot help him and we need to get ada into safety. Let us head west towards Imladris."

He did not mention it, but it might take them too long to get into an area where they could hunt for their food; especially for the humans: they would die first.

And the Elves knew it.

Carefully and very slowly, Tauron glanced around the ledge that he had occupied earlier that night – only to nearly fall over from the surprise. There in the darkness the lords Elladan and Elrohír and some soldiers were heading towards the cave from the east, dragging two humans with them. The whole path was buried under a mass of snow.

Immediately he came forth, calling to his princes.

The elves came to a sudden halt; one even drew his bow and aimed at the newcomer, but one of the twins laid his hand on the arrow.

"I am Tauron, I was sent to search for lord Erestor."

He called out, approaching the other elves. But they were more concerned with the current situation they found themselves in and the whereabouts of Glorfindel than who had to search their chief advisor and why.

"Where is Glorfindel?"

Tauron wearily shrugged with his shoulders, than gesticulated towards the west.

"Some miles along the path. We got news from our sentries that there had been large groups of Orcs sighted near the High Pass. Lord Glorfindel immediately assembled a … search party on account of lord Erestor's advise.

We got your message that you were here on the top of the High Pass in a cave, besieged by Orcs. Therefore lord Glorfindel planned on arriving tomorrow afternoon with the sun in his back. You can imagine how surprised I was, seeing humans from Angmar instead of Orcs!"

The young guard carefully monitored his princes' expressions during his speech. The surprised raised eyebrows told him that they had neither written that message nor had they expected Glorfindel to be where he was.

"We have not written any messages before this evening!"

"But we got two messages, saying Glorfindel was near and about to get us out. Why is he not here? And ... Elbereth! Upon the first note I send Vilya with that raven of Erestor's ... "

"We … who has my father's ring?"

Tauron felt his stomach contract. Valar, what had this dark haired brat done?

"Erestor must have it. Right before the avalanche I saw him on the eastern side. He sent his common raven twice, so both messages must have been from him. Then he must have used Vilya to cause the avalanche."

"But why? What is he up to?"

Tauron shook his head. That young brat was pretty smart, if he had planned it all, then they could do nothing against his will.

"I don't know but it seems to me he saved your ... he saved you. But we cannot do anything about him now: I have only few supplies left, not enough to follow the chief advisor. We need to get to lord Glorfindel. The only question is: are you able to head for Glorfindel or should we wait here for him?"

"Our father was poisoned. I … I don't think that we should be moving him" Elrohír said.

Elladan turned to his brother. "I know you want what's best for ada, and remember: I want that, too. But we need to be moving. Maybe there are more soldiers; we need to get ada into safety."

Elrohír was aware that Elladan treated him with care after his outburst, and somehow it annoyed him but now was not the time to argue and so he only nodded curtly.

Sometimes it was not easy to be near Elladan. After their mother's ordeal with those filthy Orcs his elder brother had buried himself in anger and hate. It had eaten at him, changed him until there was nothing left of the noble and bright being that had been Elladan peredhel.

For his twin seeing his other half like that was pure torment and sometimes it made even breathing hard.

Elrohír looked back to the cave. "We should see after ada."

Two soldiers carefully lifted the injured Half-Elf out of the cave, two others took the motionless lord over and laid him down on a cloak on the snow.

Together the Elves carried their lord onto the eastern side of the snow masses that had covered a large part of the High Pass. There they laid him down again to examine him.

Elrohír gently moved the clothes away from the injured upper arm and shoulder. "The swelling has already reduced a little bit. The antidote seems to be working. We should watch it carefully and maybe apply some more later."

Slowly they began their descent. Elrond lay on a cloak that six of them carried simultaneously, taking turns.

Some hours after they had left the cave, the sun rose behind the Elves who were still walking towards the withdrawing moon. They were silent the whole way long, concentrating on the path in front of them to minimize the perturbations for their lord.

Therefore all of them heard with ease the croaking voice that came from between them.

"Elrohír, remind me … to teach you … not to move … an injured … around like that."

"Hush father, do you want to drink something?"

"That ..." he coughed dryly "... would be wonderful, Elladan."

"Stop being polite, ada" Elrohír chided gently. They laid the Elven lord down. "Let us see your arm."

Elladan positioned himself behind his father to support him while Elrohír set Tauron's flask to his lips and let him drink slowly.

"Drink as much as you can."

Elrohír made his father nearly empty the flask, keeping the rest for later. Then he gently removed the clothes hiding Elrond's injured arm.

The healer in the lord of Imladris observed his own wounds closely.

"That's quite swollen. The poison reached the shoulder."

Elladan shook his head. "It has already reduced quite a bit. You scared us, ada."

His twin interfered "We applied an antidote. Erestor sent it. It's working very fast, I am so glad that you have woken."

"Apply a little bit more of the antidote. Did my chief counsellor mention something about the dose?"

Elladan nodded "He wrote us to apply four drops and not more."

Now it was Tauron's time to interfere "He mentioned that this was an antidote against the poison the humans from Angmar smear on their weapons. He said that the Orcs that came from the northern parts of the Misty Mountains often use the same poison."

"That is nonsense. The Orcs use the poison of snakes, because it's simple in its 'extraction' and a kind of courage test. The Hillmen use different plants, mainly the blue rocket, or monkshood.

Erestor knows that. But this poison was none I knew."

"But lord Erestor said it, I stood next to him." The young guard insisted.

Once again Tauron monitored his opponent's features and slowly he realized just how much Erestor had tricked them all: he had managed to be taken along, maybe manipulated Glorfindel into sending him back (although he was not sure if that had been part of Erestor's plan); He had given them an antidote and made sure that they would use it, even if they found soldiers from Angmar instead of Orcs. He had then tricked the twins into using it on their father and into giving him Vilya. Wherever that brat was, he had managed to fool them well and up to now except from stealing Vilya, everything had turned out to be for their protection.

So maybe stealing the ring was also only serving the rescue of the peredhil.

"Well, however: it is wrong. But this elixir is obviously the right antidote."

Elrond paused for a moment, exhausted from his talk and Elrohír gave him the rest of their water. Then the elder twin drew forth the small flask with the antidote and smeared another drop onto the injury in his father's arm, grimacing as he saw his pain filled expression.

After that he bandaged the wound carefully and slowly to be sure not to hurt his father further.

Minutes later Elrond was once again dressed and the soldiers took the hems of the coat he was lying on, raising him to proceed in their journey.

"Boys, where are we? And how have we managed to get out of that cave?"

"Everything has its time, father." Elladan grinned. How he had longed to be able to tell his father the same words he had heard so many times. Elrond groaned.

"He is right. We will …"

"And where is my ring?"

When the question was countered with silence, Elrond closed his eyes. That was bad.

A young guard interfered "Probably lord Erestor has it, my lord."

"And where is my chief advisor?" Elrond asked, though he dreaded the answer. And he was not disappointed.

"We do not know, father." Elrohír said. "But we can't do anything about that yet. We have no supplies left, and we have to …"

But the youngest twin was interrupted by one of the other guards. The soldier laid a hand on his shoulder and drew a finger to his lips.

They heard the snow scrunching in front of them. But the moment Elrohír's voice subsided, the steps did, too. The Imladris guards formed a protective barrier in front of their injured lord, while Elladan called out to the intruder.

"Who is there? Show yourself!"

Slowly a red haired ellon, dressed in the colours of Imladris' guard, came forth, gaping open-mouthed at the vision before him. There were the missed Elves, or at least most of them, looking somewhat sordid but not as bad as they had feared.

"My lords! We have been searching for you."

Elladan nodded impatiently "So we have heard. Now please: lead us to Glorfindel."

CHAPTER END NOTES

peredhel ~ half elf

peredhil ~ half elves

ada ~ father
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