Quote:
Silence, then screams. Mother! Darkness, blindness...mother! Where was mother? Elros...Elros would know...he left the house to find the village on fire, and death and destruction around him. He cried out for his mother, but to no avail. He knew not where she was, and father had gone away a long time ago. Running...running...he felt searing pain in his feet as they snagged a thistle in the darkness and he let out a screech as tears ran down his cheeks. MOTHER! Where was mother? Where was Elros..?...strong arms lifted him from the ground, but it was not mother!!! He screamed, and recieved a swift blow to his face that silenced him quickly...he looked back to see the village burning as the screams faded in the distance...
Elrond awoke in a cold sweat, and rose from his bed, passing to the next room and pouring himself a glass of water, drinking it quickly in an attempt to purge the memories from his mind. It was quiet and peaceful here in Imladris, but that did not stop the demons of the past from haunting his dreams.
He went outside and clutched the railing, looking over the picturesque valley around him, then up at the sky. Eärendil had not yet set, and when he beheld that shining star, his heart bled in sadness and regret. He was proud of his father's bravery, but he could not help but wonder, in his darker moments, if his parents ever thought of him.
Elros was dead - a mortal death from which there was no hope of return - and while his sons and descendents lived on, they thought of Elrond as little more than a kindly uncle who lived in a secluded valley and fostered them on occasion. And Elrond was alone.
A mist was rising from the river, indicating that the morning was not far off. Elrond often found himself awake this time of morning, pacing his room or watching the sky for some sense of the danger he could not place. He would have to speak to Gil-Galad about it in the future - certainly the High King of the Noldor would know more of the dangers of this world than he did. Something was brewing, something so terrible it chilled him to think of it.
He crossed to the Hall of Fire, where he could still faintly hear the sound of music. He went inside, his dark eyes briefly blinded by the light of the room, and sought out his messenger, who was sitting listening to a lovely young woman sing.
"Boy," he said, placing his hand on his shoulder, "I need you to ride ahead to Lindon, post haste, and tell the High King that I urgently need to speak with him, and will be arriving shortly to do so. It is a matter of great importance, and I need you to be swift."
The boy rose and hurried out.
Elrond's eyes darted around the room, which had fallen silent at his words, and at the fear and worry they betrayed...
|
This is a RP I've been thinking of that takes place towards the end of the Second Age. It mostly concerns Elrond and Rivendell, but will certainly have to take in the Battle of the Last Alliance, and other 'battle' type things as well, for those of you who like that sort of thing.
It doesn't have a plot
per se - I'd rather leave that to my RP'ers and let them come up with their own ideas of exactly where it's going to go.
Characters we'll be needing right away:
Elrond -
Curufin
Celebr*an
Glorfindel -
Willow Oran
Gil-galad -
Sasquatch
Galadriel
Celeborn
Various other Elves and Men (and possibly a dwarf or two). Sorry, no Hobbits - too early for them.
Characters we'll be needing eventually:
Elladan -
orithil
Elrohir
Arwen
And many more! Feel free to create your own character, or take a canon character.
This RP will, however, be sticking closely to canon - no characters that don't exist in Middle-earth, and watch your facts. If you post something, or create a character, that doesn't adhere to canon I will ask you to change it. If you don't know what canon would be - please
ask! I'm a nice person, really.
Please send your character biographies (for Canon as well as original characters) to me before you post.
Anyone interested?