To Rescue An Elf
Part 16
Posted: February 1, 2008
Title: To Rescue an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: Elrond and Erestor talk.
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Erestor watched silently as his mate left the courtyard, still trying to come to grips with what had happened to his former scribe.
“Do you wish to write to Lindir?”
Erestor turned at the sound of Elrond’s voice. “Aye, though I am loathe to do so at this time,” he said heavily. “However, he will want to know what has happened to his friend.”
Elrond sighed. “’Tis unfortunate, I agree. It will cast a shadow over Lindir’s upcoming binding with Legolas until such time as we can give him good news.”
“Then let us hope that Lothvaen is found soon,” Erestor said. He wrapped his arms around himself. “Why are there those who would do such a foul deed?” the advisor asked quietly.
“I wish I knew the answer, Erestor, but I do not know any more than you,” Elrond replied as he approached the dark-haired elf, placing a consoling hand upon Erestor’s shoulder.
“May I be honest with you, Elrond?”
“Of course, mellonen,” the elf lord said, a little puzzled.
“I look forward to the day when we can leave these shores,” Erestor admitted. “Then we can leave Middle-earth to men, to their avarice and machinations. Too often now I feel like an interloper, as if I no longer really belong here. And when there are men who see us as some sort of prize…” Erestor’s voice trailed off.
“I am afraid, Erestor, that much is yet still to happen before we can finally leave Middle-earth behind,” Elrond said, and the dark-haired elf sensed a note of weariness in the elf lord’s voice. This time it was his turn to lay a consoling hand on Elrond’s shoulder.
“Then we will face them together,” Erestor said softly.
Elrond gave a brief smile. “Of that, mellonen, I am very glad, for I will need your help when the time comes.”
Erestor was puzzled. “What have you seen?”
“Snatches, glimpses of the future, but nothing definite,” Elrond said. “All I know is that the darkness from Mordor will continue to grow, slowly but inexorably.”
“Then you believe that Sauron will return,” Erestor stated.
“The One Ring still exists, Erestor. Remember, I led Isildur to the fiery pits of Mount Doom to cast the Ring into the fire once he had severed it from Sauron’s hand, only to see him walk away, already in its thrall. It can not be long now before the Ring makes its presence known, and once more all free peoples will try and protect themselves and Middle-earth from Sauron and his minions.”
“I am sorry, Elrond. For so long the Ring had been out of sight that one could almost believe that it had been lost permanently. Forgive me for my foolishness.”
“There is nothing to forgive. I, too, have felt sometimes that the Ring was possibly lost forever, but foresight soon brings me back to reality.”
Both elves remained silent, and then Erestor began to slowly walk towards the door. “I shall write the letter to Lindir forthwith,” he said sombrely. “With your leave, Elrond, I would like to use a messenger bird to get it to Mirkwood.”
“Done,” Elrond said. “Best to let them know as soon as possible.”
Bowing slightly, Erestor left, but then stopped as he heard Elrond whisper: ‘ The crownless again shall be king.’
Turning, Erestor looked at the elf lord, puzzled. Wanting to know what it was that Elrond was referring to, he opened his mouth to ask, but then saw that Elrond seemed deep in thought. Giving the elf lord one last look, Erestor silently left the room.
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Elvish translations:
mellonen – my friend
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