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Date Posted: 22:33:35 10/16/03 Thu
*the night before*
Elrohir paced through the forest, feeling more and more frustrated with every passing moment at the something that was trespassing in his lands. There would be time for grief later, but now anger and worry took up almost equal shares of his emotional capacity. Anger was winning slightly. Arwen was out there, he knew it – there was no way they could have left Imladris’ boundaries unseen. However, his scouts had failed to pick up any traces save for tracks that ended inexplicably, and crushed leaves. There was sorcery at work…had to be. Elrond’s sons had tracked with the Dunedain, and there were few elves to beat their skills. No, these tracks had not been lost. These tracks had vanished, a final insult to very great victory. As he circled again, still alert for even the slightest sound, he swore the most painful death he could bring about for the unknown assailant – destroyer of his home and family, and abductor of his sister.
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For the sixth time that night, Elladan took his place at the centre of his people and began the lament for his grandfather. Fourteen would be sung in all before the night was through. The haunting melody drifted through the trees and valleys, piercing enough to carry right to Rivendell’s borders. All would know that night of their loss, and all would weep. No grave had been dug for Celeborn, but at dawn he would be borne to the Bruinen, and from there sent downriver and out to sea. Elladan hoped that somehow his body would find its way to Aman, where his soul must now rest. His grandparents would be reunited again, but the loss still cut deep. As his voice cut through the darkness he couldn’t help but wonder, who would he next be singing for? These were dark times, when not even the last homely house could be called safe. And, he reflected, darker times yet were coming, Would be upon them, if Elrohir or Estel could not find Arwen. He turned to his foster brother, hoping vainly that this time he would join them in the lament. Still he continued to pretend to sleep. With a flash of premonition, Elladan wondered if one, at least, hadn’t already been lost.
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