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Not Just His Herald	By : Gemstarzah Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eregion is in peril of being overrun. The words from the messenger sent by Celebrimbor had been dire, and the High-King had wasted no time before sending a considerable number of warriors to Eregion. Even now we may be too late, but I hope not.

Elrond sighed as he rode along with the vast number of warriors, knowing that they would soon be crossing into Eregion. When they did, everyone had to be on their guard indeed. For there was no telling whether Sauron knew that Celebrimbor had sent for help. When it came to Sauron, it was hard to tell what he knew and what he did not.

“We will do what we must, Elrond.”

Elrond looked at the speaker, a much older, golden haired ellon. Since the ellon had been returned to life, in Lindon, they had become good friends in the years that had passed by since. It took me a long time to get past the awe of who you are, mellon-nin.

“I know that, Glorfindel, but still I worry. I have quite a few friends living in Eregion and I would rather not lose them.”

It was hard to tell, whether a friend would be reborn into Valinor or not. Even if they were, it was a long time before he would see any who were. Elrond knew his friends would be alright if that happened, but that did not make him willing to lose them.

“Your father was much the same when I knew him,” Glorfindel replied. “I daresay that he’s remet his friends though, since he went there so long ago.”

Elrond remembered the disbelief on the ancient ellon’s face when he had learned who Elrond was, not to mention what had become of Earendil in the years since he last walked Middle-Earth. He knew it had been a shock, but that was not something Elrond had been able to do anything about. After all, adar abandoned my brother and I, just as our mother did. He loved sailing on his boat far too much to be much of a father.

“My father is not the same person as you remember him to be as any elfling, Glorfindel. When we were attacked in Sirion, he never came to see if we were alright. He stayed away, on that ship of his. To my brother and I, it seems that ship was more important to him than we ever were. I hardly knew him, the little time he spent with us as a father is not a time I can remember much of.”

That went to show that he had no true memories of his father. Those days had not been the easiest of times.

Sometimes, it left Elrond wondering, why his parents had even wanted elflings of their own.

Naneth was too concerned with looking after Sirion, and keeping the Silmaril from being found by the Feanorions… to worry much about us.

Instead, he and Elros had spent much of their time, being looked after by another member of their mother’s court. It had only been when the Feanorions had come for the jewel, that he remembered his mother actually showing that she cared for them a little.

Even Maglor was a better father, and Celeduath a better mother and they only took us in after we were abandoned. I hope Maglor is alright wherever he is.

A loud noise woke Elrond one morning. Almost like thunder, but he knew it wasn’t the same when he heard it again seconds later. Looking at his brother, sleeping beside him as was habit, Elrond knew they had to wake up and get up. Somehow, he knew something was wrong.

How can he sleep through that sound?

The strange noise happened again, and he shook his brother gently. “Ros, need to wake up now…”

His brother stirred and looked at him grumpily. “El, what is it?”

Then his brother squeaked as yet again the sound happened, and looked at him with wide eyes. “What was that?”

Elrond sighed. “I don’t know. Nana might.”

“Let’s find her!”

Elrond managed a small smile, before getting up and quickly getting some different clothes on. He wore silver, and knew his brother would too. They always dressed the same, they found it funny when others couldn’t tell them apart. Today perhaps that might be an advantage, and he knew they would use it well.

Elrond moved over to peek out the window and blinked at what he could see. Fire in the sky? He paused, staring. Why is it being sent toward us? He moved away from the window. “We better find nana.”

Elros nodded, following after him. There were other sounds that made no sense. Metal striking itself. Ellyn Shouting. Ellyth screaming.

The twins moved quickly through their house, looking everywhere for their nana. It took them a little while, comsidering they couldn’t find her where she normally was when they woke up.

“Elrond! Elros!”

Both turned swiftly as they heard a call, and it was their mother behind them.

“Come with me, ionnath-nin. You need to hide, and I don’t want you to come out until Celebrethil comes for you, alright?”

“What’s going on nana?” Elros asked.

“Why is there fire in the sky?” Elrond asked. “Why are people shouting and screaming?”

Elwing sighed as she led her children through the corridors. “Bad people have come and the guards are trying to stop them from entering the city. Other than that I want you two safe, I cannot say more on this.”

At the very back of the house, they entered a room, that had no entrance but the one they’d come in from.

“Stay here, and do not come out. I will send Celebrethil when it is safe, I promise.”

Elrond nodded. “We will nana.”

The distinct sound of howling snapped Elrond back to the present. What happened in Sirion was in the past, and he had to remember that. Now, it seemed there was trouble coming, and wargs were only pests waiting to be destroyed. As they rode on, more carefully now, the howling got louder.

This won’t be the usual warg pack that we’re used to.

That one thought made him glad that they had been sent with plenty of medical supplies on this trip. Elrond had the feeling that after this fight, he would likely have to use some of them. Being the only one with healers training right now was certainly turning into an issue in his mind.

Valar protect us.

The wargs were getting closer. Elrond could almost tell where they were coming from, for now they could hear orcs shouting at each other what to do. Well, if there was pandemonium amongst the orcs on the wargs, so much the better for him, and for his warriors.

The elves moved together, knowing how to deal with the vile, overgrown wolves. He heard swords ringing as they were drawn out of sheaths, their owners preparing to fight. Some of the elves around him readied their bows, while others, those at the front, lowered spears, ready.

He was aware that Glorfindel was beside him, twin swords drawn, ready. Elrond quickly unsheathed Hhadafang, preparing for the oncoming fight himself. The first of the wargs to come into sight were slain by loosed arrows, and then the pack was upon them.

As one came up near him, Elrond struck hard with his sword, cutting into the brutes’ neck, causing it to fall into a pile of dead flesh. There was nothing good about wargs to fight other than that sometimes the creatures could be quite stupid. Or perhaps overconfident in their own strength was a better way to put it. Either way, they were a plague and a nuisance.

The fight soon caused the elves to have to break apart to fight, if they were to defend themselves. Orcs and wargs were coming from every direction, and Elrond had to stop himself from flinching every time he heard someone yelp or shout in pain as a warg managed to meet its mark. That or an orc had hurt someone that was following him. Time enough for worrying about those hurt later.

This he knew only too well. He would care for them when there was a chance for him to do so. When they were all safe and had nothing to worry them. That was something for when there was a camp set up, and there was a time and chance for him to tend the warriors who needed his aide.

Elrond continued to fight, fending off any warg or orc who dared to get within range of Hhadafang’s edge. Would not allow any of them to flee. Arrows were everywhere, killing as they made impact with their targets.

Several elves had been unhorsed, but their horses were alive and moving off to a safe place while their riders continued to fight.

At long last, things seemed to come to an end, and Elrond was indeed pleased to see his closer friends, such as Glorfindel and Erestor, had escaped this battle unscathed.

Once the last orc had been killed, the elves all dismounted, and made their way through the battlefield, gathering up those who would not be riding on their own.

Elrond and Glorfindel had no one to share their saddles, but there were twelve elves in the company who were considerably wounded. There were more than enough other warriors to take those who were wounded with them.

“I’ll ride ahead and see if I can find a place for us all to rest,” Glorfindel told him at last.

Elrond nodded. “We will all follow behind, at a slower pace, so that those hurt will not be caused too much additional pain.”

Some of the others helped those hurt to mount up, while others held horses steady. By the time the last rider was in the saddle, Glorfindel was almost out of sight.

A good thing I know where to go. Else they would have trouble finding the golden haired warrior. Elrond had travelled in these lands before, and that prior knowledge was good to have now.

A small cluster of tents were assembled once they reached the area Glorfindel had searched out for their camp. These tents were for the wounded. Elrond wanted them all in one place not spread out through the camp. As soon as the injured elves were safely inside, Elrond took one of his saddle bags and disappeared within the closest tent. He knew someone else would take care of his tent while he attended the elves.

He knew where he was needed most at this point. While there were a few other healers in the group that had come with him, they would need some help. None of the warriors knew much about healing, unless he showed them what he wanted them to do. Otherwise there was only the basic things they knew, like how to clean and bandage a wound until a healer could see it.

Having me in the group helps a little, I suppose. At least they will not have to wait until we are home once more.

Elrond looked around the group of warriors, working out who needed attention most. None of them had been that serious that they could not move on, otherwise they would have stayed where the fighting had taken place. Sometimes it was not easy to decide who needed his attention first and who needed him later.

Finally deciding on which order to work through all the elves, he got to work. Fortunately, he only had some rather bad cuts and bruises as well as a few dislocated joints to deal with.

It took a few hours before Elrond was able to leave the tent and he was feeling quite tired by that point. Even so, Elrond headed to talk to Glorfindel knowing that his friend would not be asleep yet.

He tapped on the roof of Glorfindel’s tent and waited.

“That you, Elrond?”

Elrond smiled.

“Yes. Might I come in?”

There was a short pause before he got an answer this time.

“I suppose so.”

Elrond entered.

“I won’t stay long.”

He knew that he couldn’t stay here for too long. Dealing with this situation was not the easiest of them though.

“I don’t think it’s wise that those who were hurt continue on with us, Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel sighed.

“Nor do I, but we both know they would want to.”

Elrond nodded.

“I did think on the matter, and I think I know what to do. The High-King told me that once this is over, I should find a place we could settle, if there was a need, considering there will be some who escape. Perhaps we could send some of our warriors, as well as those who were injured up into the Hithaglir and see what they can locate there.”

Glorfindel smiled.

“That seems worthwhile. We can’t send many warriors with them but I’ll sort out who to send in the morning. You should get some sleep.”
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