In the mine of Cirdanoth stood human men and women with hunched shoulders and swollen knuckles, many of who have since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of their broken nails, the lines of their sunken faces were too raw and clumsy."You may take our land but not our soul." The old man said, pressing his arm around the axe in his hand. "To us, a King is promised." The man screamed and the soldiers stared at him with morbid curiosity."A king is promised!" A roar escaped the crowd of people. His right hand held onto the scabbard and the blade was too exquisitely balanced in the man's left hand."And he will come ripping your head apart." Chimed the old man. "You leeching masked." he enunciated the last word with spite. "Elvish Mongers!" He muttered slowly to the Elven soldier before him. "To him, the songs of the Sky and Storm shall be sung and he will unite all of us. Until then we shall protect our land. To the north!" The roaring continued; it smelled of courage and life, t

Grace's brows narrowed. “I will do no such thing!”Elrond was on his way, Eton muttered a small plea to Grace which earned her a hiss he looked over his shoulder and shut the door behind him as he rested his aching back on the bed.AT THE HOUR OF THE CROW "Elrond. . ." he heard a sound so eerie and full of dark melody call out his name."Who are you?" He asked raking his hair with his nails. Walking to the side by the heath where the wolf pelt was kept. "Save the light. So long I am with you, find him." The voice was like a sharp breeze. "Save the light." Elrond was confused. He had no idea."Elrond! I knew you would be sleepwalking." Eton's hand rubbed against his shoulder and back to his face chuckling."I saw it standing by the fire, his eyes fierce as the flames," Elrond confessed."Elrond!" This time his voice almost tore the wall of the room with hints of sarcasm. "You couldn't wait to have the best sale in the market today right?" Eton's words made a white mist. Get rid of the

"Elrond!" The druid called out to him pulling him out of his trance. He wasn't sure but it was better to die in the hand of the man that stood before him like a human with his words that we're unbelievable than these creatures. His heart thudded against his chest, knots upon knots, the terror was too incessant and mixed with the pain of not being able to do anything to save his father that if he had gone hungry for months he won't realize the need for hunting anymore quickly he grabbed the man by his wrist.The light glowed so brightly that the pile of trollocs coming in disintegrated to ashes at the thud of his sceptre. Close to his side and shaking was Elrond, just a boy, a boy that knew the weight of his burden, that wanted to save his family from hunger and had now seen things only told as tales. His town turned over. Fire burning down the coven. People running for their lives, weeping at the death of loved ones.The winter moans through the street rattling the leaves outside and

Elrond's throat was parched and his stomach was rumbling, so Aurora slowly peeled herself off the edge of the door. Slowly, not because of those vigilant guards, but rather because her head was well and truly spinning. She didn’t trust herself to care enough to prevent a tumble. It ward away as she drew closer. "Human in the walls of high elves." She glared at the thin scar stretching her hand and she shimmed to the door, neglecting the hesitancy of the guard. The world slipped when she entered. "He is runed, it's pretty obvious." Who could that be? The council were in a far too steady motion to give notice of her entry. "Father you sent for me." Aurora managed to cut through the thin air. "Not anymore." Veturius's gaze hovered over his daughter's body down to her gown that had mud stains on its edge. "Continue to your room. And have that cleaned." She tilted her chin and studied the aura that was deep in the air. "Alright, father.'' "Allanon," Veturius called. "Your human com

"Don't you ever take her on such dangerous expeditions again?" He cautioned. Elrond finds all these things amazing. "Though you never lack, there is a schism between you and Cain, she betrothed." "Don't you bring that up?" He forced the word out of his mouth. "I'm showing my concern towards her and nothing more, so don't fucking meddle." "Concern didn't look like that. You must be a loser to give her up." The man balled his hand to his side. with the confidence, he wore within the walls of Cirdanoth towered, stood by Commander Nikolai's side. "I would be so delighted to watch you perish, Elves!" The commander, Nikolai bends down and tries to pull the stick up. His eyes closed his mind open to the forces he had to summon. His eyes glint, the flame silver, he lifts the stock but then it slumps down hitting the floor. His first landed on his lap, anger rippling through the vein on the back of his neck. "There you are, I thought that you would be in the wall of the