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Away with You – Chapter 10 – Fire and Water
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: R
Pairings: Elladan/Elrohir and Eluréd/Elurín
Beta: Eni
Warnings: Incest, angst
Previous Chapters: http://rumil.shanksadelic.net/slash/awaywithyou/01.html
Notes: I was in a really REALLY bad mood when I wrote this…
“Curse it!” Eluréd cried, climbing down swiftly from the roof of the hut. “I feared this would happen!”
“What in Mordor is going on?” Elladan asked as he followed his uncle back to the ground. “Who are these people who constantly seem to be after us?”
“Humans who dwell in the south end of the wood,” Elurín said as he hurried over. “There have been mortals there for generations, but every couple of centuries some of them find out about us and try to track us down, believing that we can make them immortal. We’ve long since ceased trying to reason with them – when they don’t get what they want they go after our food and homes. This is the first time they’ve made it to our borders though. We must have been followed.”
“That doesn’t matter now,” Eluréd said, grabbing the weapons that Laerwen, Anórthad’s wife, brought over. “All that matters now is making sure we protect our home.”
Strapping on the sword belt, he turned to his twin. “Stay here. You’re not fit enough to fight. Nor you,” he added, looking at Elrohir.
“I am perfectly capable of using a sword!” Elurín protested. “You need everyone you can get to fight off these people!”
“I agree,” Elrohir chimed in, much to the consternation of Elladan. “We have to help!”
Shaking his head, Elladan tried to reason with his younger brother. “Don’t be silly, Elrohir!” he said. “You can barely walk around the settlement, let alone fight a battle!”
Eluréd growled. “We don’t have time to debate this! Elurín, Elrohir, you must remain here! If this attack makes it past the outer defences, I assure you, you will get your chance to fight! But for now, remain here and guard those who are not coming to battle with us! Please…”
His plea was more than Elurín could resist and he reluctantly nodded. “As you wish,” he sighed. “Elrohir and I will remain.” He ignored the look Elrohir gave him, even though the youngest of the Elves knew he was in no condition to fight.
“Thank you.” Eluréd kissed his brother quickly and then turned to Elladan. “Let’s go.” Elladan nodded and bid his own twin farewell, before hurrying off to the borders of the Wood, where Anórthad and many others were already fighting.
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Elladan heard the clash of swords long before he saw the fighting. He swallowed nervously – though he and Elrohir had both been trained with the Imladris guard and had learned much since leaving home, they were yet young and did not have the stomach or experience of more seasoned warriors. Still, he followed Eluréd, trusting his uncle to know what was best.
Before long they came upon the battle – Anórthad, Glorin and several Men and Women of the settlement were locked in battle with a far larger group of rough-looking mortals.
“How many have we to fight?” Elladan asked, realising far too late that he had no idea how many people lived with them.
“Our warriors number twenty six.” Eluréd replied tersely as he climbed up into a nearby tree. “Suffice to say, we are greatly outnumbered. The entire settlement is only thirty four strong. Their people number at least a hundred, if not more – and a good portion of them seem to be here.” He hurried along to where Anórthad and three Men were shooting at the attackers, their arrows flying almost ceaselessly.
“It does not go well,” Anórthad said quickly, never pausing in his task. “There are eighty of them at least and I fear we have not yet stopped two dozen.”
Looking down, Elladan could see he was right. Their own warriors were fighting a losing battle though their swords remained locked with their opponents. Several bodies littered the ground and Elladan hoped desperately that none of them were from the settlement.
Drawing his bow, he stood beside Anórthad and Eluréd as the three of them and the Men took down as many as they could with their arrows.
The extra bows helped and though Elladan felt ill at the sight of a man falling with an arrow through his throat, he kept going, knowing that to stop would mean death. However, before long he and the others were out of arrows and any advantage they’d had was lost.
Eluréd paused, exchanging a look with Anórthad that Elladan didn’t understand, though he could tell that it was a serious matter passing between them. He felt strangely fearful when Anórthad nodded and whispered something to one of the Men besides him. As he watched, the Man turned and made his way down the tree, back towards their homes.
“Where is he going?” Elladan asked, unable to keep the fear from his voice.
“You will see,” Eluréd replied and the undertone of regret in his voice caused Elladan to feel even more afraid. “Come, we must fight on.” Drawing his sword, he let out a cry of rage and leapt from the tree and into the fray.
His sword met with one of the attackers even before he reached the ground. The Man had no chance to defend himself as he was cleaved nearly in two by the blade. Eluréd grinned savagely and turned his attention to the next Man, cutting his legs from under him before removing his head from his shoulders.
Elladan was horrified, never having imagined that such a gruesome battle could happen without orcs being involved. He had to admit, though, that there was no other way. Letting out a cry of his own, he plunged down and joined his uncle.
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The Man with whom Anórthad had spoken raced through the forest. His destination, however, was not the settlement, but rather a small pile of rocks some distance from the first huts. Lifting the rocks, he pulled out a bundle of netting, a pack of arrows and a small container. Hoisting it into his arms, he headed back to where the others were waiting.
The Man’s return did not go unnoticed by Eluréd, even as he fought. He kept an eye on Anórthad as he retreated from the battle and climbed back up the tree. Not until the Lórien Elf let out a piercing whistle did he act.
“Elladan! To the tree, quickly!” Already he was beginning to back off, towards Anórthad and the bowmen; their other warriors, including Glorin, were getting a good distance away.
Somewhat startled, Elladan only just ducked a swipe from his current opponent’s sword. Cursing, he ducked and thrust his blade into the Man’s stomach, trying to ignore the shriek of pain as he hurried back towards the treeline. Scrambling up the branches, he sighed in relief when Eluréd grasped his hand and pulled him up.
“Keep moving, we have to lure them to the glade,” Eluréd said. “Trust me.” Having no other option, Elladan nodded and began to edge away, watching with some satisfaction as the Men followed. Whatever Eluréd was planning, it seemed to be working.
The Men yelled and cheered as their quarry retreated, believing themselves to have won. They did not even notice as they were led into the glade, where the settlement’s last defence awaited them.
As soon as all the Men were within the area a vast, weighted net fell, trapping them inside it. Glancing around, Elladan realised that there had been warriors on all sides of the glade.
An instant later, four flaming arrows set the net alight.
Elladan gasped in horror as the trapped Men began to scream in agony.
“I’m sorry.” Eluréd was beside him again, wrapping his arm around the younger Elf. “We’d hoped never to use this, but it was our last option. We could never have beaten them. They would have destroyed everything and killed us all.”
Deep down, Elladan understood this and knew that his uncle had not been deliberately cruel, but it did little for the screams in his ears and the smell of burning flesh.
“Go back now,” Eluréd said gently. “Let us deal with things here.”
“Thank you,” Elladan mumbled, glad to get away. He would need some time to recover from what he had just witnessed.
“Eluréd!” Anórthad let out a cry of alarm, pointing to a running figure. “Stop him!” Somehow, one of the Men had escaped being netted and was now running towards the settlement. More alarmingly he carried a burning branch, lit, no doubt, from the bodies of the ones alongside whom he had been fighting.
Elladan was after him in an instant, determined not to let him reach the huts. The man was fast, but as they got ever closer, Elladan’s desperation lent him speed. As his eyes came to rest on Elrohir and Elurín, standing in weak defence of their home, he leapt. The man went down, but in a last attempt to destroy his hated enemy, he threw the burning branch like a spear. It sailed over the heads of the two younger twins, much to Elladan’s relief, but struck instead a nearby hut, sending it up into flames which quickly caught and spread to the one next to it.
Horrified, Elladan plunged his sword into the man’s back before jumping up and running over to his twin. “Oh no… oh, Eru…”
“Don’t just stand there!” Elurín’s shout broke him out of his daze. “Get some water!” Already Elurín was running towards the stream at the far edge of the settlement, usually used for bathing and washing clothes. Luckily there were also several buckets there for the carrying of cooking water. Elurín quickly filled two, ignoring the strain on his broken arm, before running back, leaving the younger twins to do the same and calling to the other non fighters to come and help.
Spurred back into action, Elladan followed, knowing that everything depended on putting the fire out as quickly as possible.
Still weak, Elrohir lagged far behind the others as he dragged the buckets along. By the time he reached the blaze Elurín and Elladan were already running back for more and Laerwen and a mortal Woman had overtaken him. Still, he did his best and hurled the cool liquid onto the burning hut before going back for more. Nonetheless, it was a relief when the sound of running feet heralded the return of the warriors and a more organised bucket chain was quickly implemented. It was far easier passing the buckets along, allowing those stronger than him to actually fight the blaze.
It was almost sunset by the time the fire had been put out. Six huts had been destroyed and there was a hastily dug trench where some bushes had once been, sacrificed in a thankfully successful attempt to stop the spread of the flames. There was not a single one of them who was not covered in soot, ash and filth and much of the land around them was charred and spoiled.
Feeling weak and ill, Elrohir slumped into Elladan’s arms. “What now?” he asked wearily. “Everything is ruined.”
“No it’s not,” Eluréd said comfortingly. “There is damage, yes, but we will recover. It may take a while, but it will happen. It has to – after all, it’s our home.”
END CHAPTER 10
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: R
Pairings: Elladan/Elrohir and Eluréd/Elurín
Beta: Eni
Warnings: Incest, angst
Previous Chapters: http://rumil.shanksadelic.net/slash/awaywithyou/01.html
Notes: I was in a really REALLY bad mood when I wrote this…
“Curse it!” Eluréd cried, climbing down swiftly from the roof of the hut. “I feared this would happen!”
“What in Mordor is going on?” Elladan asked as he followed his uncle back to the ground. “Who are these people who constantly seem to be after us?”
“Humans who dwell in the south end of the wood,” Elurín said as he hurried over. “There have been mortals there for generations, but every couple of centuries some of them find out about us and try to track us down, believing that we can make them immortal. We’ve long since ceased trying to reason with them – when they don’t get what they want they go after our food and homes. This is the first time they’ve made it to our borders though. We must have been followed.”
“That doesn’t matter now,” Eluréd said, grabbing the weapons that Laerwen, Anórthad’s wife, brought over. “All that matters now is making sure we protect our home.”
Strapping on the sword belt, he turned to his twin. “Stay here. You’re not fit enough to fight. Nor you,” he added, looking at Elrohir.
“I am perfectly capable of using a sword!” Elurín protested. “You need everyone you can get to fight off these people!”
“I agree,” Elrohir chimed in, much to the consternation of Elladan. “We have to help!”
Shaking his head, Elladan tried to reason with his younger brother. “Don’t be silly, Elrohir!” he said. “You can barely walk around the settlement, let alone fight a battle!”
Eluréd growled. “We don’t have time to debate this! Elurín, Elrohir, you must remain here! If this attack makes it past the outer defences, I assure you, you will get your chance to fight! But for now, remain here and guard those who are not coming to battle with us! Please…”
His plea was more than Elurín could resist and he reluctantly nodded. “As you wish,” he sighed. “Elrohir and I will remain.” He ignored the look Elrohir gave him, even though the youngest of the Elves knew he was in no condition to fight.
“Thank you.” Eluréd kissed his brother quickly and then turned to Elladan. “Let’s go.” Elladan nodded and bid his own twin farewell, before hurrying off to the borders of the Wood, where Anórthad and many others were already fighting.
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Elladan heard the clash of swords long before he saw the fighting. He swallowed nervously – though he and Elrohir had both been trained with the Imladris guard and had learned much since leaving home, they were yet young and did not have the stomach or experience of more seasoned warriors. Still, he followed Eluréd, trusting his uncle to know what was best.
Before long they came upon the battle – Anórthad, Glorin and several Men and Women of the settlement were locked in battle with a far larger group of rough-looking mortals.
“How many have we to fight?” Elladan asked, realising far too late that he had no idea how many people lived with them.
“Our warriors number twenty six.” Eluréd replied tersely as he climbed up into a nearby tree. “Suffice to say, we are greatly outnumbered. The entire settlement is only thirty four strong. Their people number at least a hundred, if not more – and a good portion of them seem to be here.” He hurried along to where Anórthad and three Men were shooting at the attackers, their arrows flying almost ceaselessly.
“It does not go well,” Anórthad said quickly, never pausing in his task. “There are eighty of them at least and I fear we have not yet stopped two dozen.”
Looking down, Elladan could see he was right. Their own warriors were fighting a losing battle though their swords remained locked with their opponents. Several bodies littered the ground and Elladan hoped desperately that none of them were from the settlement.
Drawing his bow, he stood beside Anórthad and Eluréd as the three of them and the Men took down as many as they could with their arrows.
The extra bows helped and though Elladan felt ill at the sight of a man falling with an arrow through his throat, he kept going, knowing that to stop would mean death. However, before long he and the others were out of arrows and any advantage they’d had was lost.
Eluréd paused, exchanging a look with Anórthad that Elladan didn’t understand, though he could tell that it was a serious matter passing between them. He felt strangely fearful when Anórthad nodded and whispered something to one of the Men besides him. As he watched, the Man turned and made his way down the tree, back towards their homes.
“Where is he going?” Elladan asked, unable to keep the fear from his voice.
“You will see,” Eluréd replied and the undertone of regret in his voice caused Elladan to feel even more afraid. “Come, we must fight on.” Drawing his sword, he let out a cry of rage and leapt from the tree and into the fray.
His sword met with one of the attackers even before he reached the ground. The Man had no chance to defend himself as he was cleaved nearly in two by the blade. Eluréd grinned savagely and turned his attention to the next Man, cutting his legs from under him before removing his head from his shoulders.
Elladan was horrified, never having imagined that such a gruesome battle could happen without orcs being involved. He had to admit, though, that there was no other way. Letting out a cry of his own, he plunged down and joined his uncle.
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The Man with whom Anórthad had spoken raced through the forest. His destination, however, was not the settlement, but rather a small pile of rocks some distance from the first huts. Lifting the rocks, he pulled out a bundle of netting, a pack of arrows and a small container. Hoisting it into his arms, he headed back to where the others were waiting.
The Man’s return did not go unnoticed by Eluréd, even as he fought. He kept an eye on Anórthad as he retreated from the battle and climbed back up the tree. Not until the Lórien Elf let out a piercing whistle did he act.
“Elladan! To the tree, quickly!” Already he was beginning to back off, towards Anórthad and the bowmen; their other warriors, including Glorin, were getting a good distance away.
Somewhat startled, Elladan only just ducked a swipe from his current opponent’s sword. Cursing, he ducked and thrust his blade into the Man’s stomach, trying to ignore the shriek of pain as he hurried back towards the treeline. Scrambling up the branches, he sighed in relief when Eluréd grasped his hand and pulled him up.
“Keep moving, we have to lure them to the glade,” Eluréd said. “Trust me.” Having no other option, Elladan nodded and began to edge away, watching with some satisfaction as the Men followed. Whatever Eluréd was planning, it seemed to be working.
The Men yelled and cheered as their quarry retreated, believing themselves to have won. They did not even notice as they were led into the glade, where the settlement’s last defence awaited them.
As soon as all the Men were within the area a vast, weighted net fell, trapping them inside it. Glancing around, Elladan realised that there had been warriors on all sides of the glade.
An instant later, four flaming arrows set the net alight.
Elladan gasped in horror as the trapped Men began to scream in agony.
“I’m sorry.” Eluréd was beside him again, wrapping his arm around the younger Elf. “We’d hoped never to use this, but it was our last option. We could never have beaten them. They would have destroyed everything and killed us all.”
Deep down, Elladan understood this and knew that his uncle had not been deliberately cruel, but it did little for the screams in his ears and the smell of burning flesh.
“Go back now,” Eluréd said gently. “Let us deal with things here.”
“Thank you,” Elladan mumbled, glad to get away. He would need some time to recover from what he had just witnessed.
“Eluréd!” Anórthad let out a cry of alarm, pointing to a running figure. “Stop him!” Somehow, one of the Men had escaped being netted and was now running towards the settlement. More alarmingly he carried a burning branch, lit, no doubt, from the bodies of the ones alongside whom he had been fighting.
Elladan was after him in an instant, determined not to let him reach the huts. The man was fast, but as they got ever closer, Elladan’s desperation lent him speed. As his eyes came to rest on Elrohir and Elurín, standing in weak defence of their home, he leapt. The man went down, but in a last attempt to destroy his hated enemy, he threw the burning branch like a spear. It sailed over the heads of the two younger twins, much to Elladan’s relief, but struck instead a nearby hut, sending it up into flames which quickly caught and spread to the one next to it.
Horrified, Elladan plunged his sword into the man’s back before jumping up and running over to his twin. “Oh no… oh, Eru…”
“Don’t just stand there!” Elurín’s shout broke him out of his daze. “Get some water!” Already Elurín was running towards the stream at the far edge of the settlement, usually used for bathing and washing clothes. Luckily there were also several buckets there for the carrying of cooking water. Elurín quickly filled two, ignoring the strain on his broken arm, before running back, leaving the younger twins to do the same and calling to the other non fighters to come and help.
Spurred back into action, Elladan followed, knowing that everything depended on putting the fire out as quickly as possible.
Still weak, Elrohir lagged far behind the others as he dragged the buckets along. By the time he reached the blaze Elurín and Elladan were already running back for more and Laerwen and a mortal Woman had overtaken him. Still, he did his best and hurled the cool liquid onto the burning hut before going back for more. Nonetheless, it was a relief when the sound of running feet heralded the return of the warriors and a more organised bucket chain was quickly implemented. It was far easier passing the buckets along, allowing those stronger than him to actually fight the blaze.
It was almost sunset by the time the fire had been put out. Six huts had been destroyed and there was a hastily dug trench where some bushes had once been, sacrificed in a thankfully successful attempt to stop the spread of the flames. There was not a single one of them who was not covered in soot, ash and filth and much of the land around them was charred and spoiled.
Feeling weak and ill, Elrohir slumped into Elladan’s arms. “What now?” he asked wearily. “Everything is ruined.”
“No it’s not,” Eluréd said comfortingly. “There is damage, yes, but we will recover. It may take a while, but it will happen. It has to – after all, it’s our home.”
END CHAPTER 10
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Date: 2006-06-06 09:01 am (UTC)From:Stab, smash, burn, ruin...
Oh well, back to elf sex.
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Date: 2006-06-06 01:41 pm (UTC)From:Painful chapter, but I'm **bouncing** with glee to see the story continuing!
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