New Fic :: (lotr/tc) Beyond the Darkness
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zhieFunny how just being in contact with my old TC notebooks and stuff spawned this... the first two or three chapters will have just elves, but worry not, the 'Cats will be more majorly in play than the elves. 'Cept for one elf... bet we can all guess who that is...
-Zhie
Title: Beyond the Darkness
CROSSOVER: ThunderCats//Lord of the Rings
Pairings: (het) Elrond/Celebrian; Celeborn/Gladders; Erestor/Amarie; Glorfindel/Cheetara; Panthro/Pumyra
Other characters: Lots of little elflings and a snarf or two
Summary: The Valar, wonderful as they are, are not always perfect. Luckily, the elves seem to be able to sort out just about anything in a good old fashioned council meeting.
Timeline: Fourth Age Valinor // Twenty-five years after the destruction of Thundera
Rating... most likely NC17... we'll see
Elrond rapped on the tall wooden door just after sunrise. Impatiently, he paced for a moment, then picked up the heavy knocker on the door and banged it a number of times.
“For Eru’s sake, give it a moment!” shouted an annoyed voice from within the house. The door was pulled open. “Oh, ‘tis you.” The elleth standing in the doorway was nursing her youngest child, and shook her head. “You know we never lock the door. You might have saved me the trouble of getting up and let yourself in.”
“My apologies, Amarie. Where is your husband?” questioned the peredhel.
“Back in the yard giving me some peace,” she said with a smile. “Beware, he has the rest of the children with him,” she called out after Elrond doted upon the youngest child in the family for a moment.
Elrond walked back down the stairs and made his way around the house. Pear and apple trees created something of a fence across the front, and he ducked under the boughs to reach the yard and gardens. The harvest would be good this year, he noted, and Eru knew his friend would need it.
It was the eldest who spotted the newcomer first, but he only waved and darted away as he was nearly caught. It was early indeed, but somehow the children had managed to coerce their father into playing a game of blind tag with them – a game which Elrond had a feeling Erestor lost more than won as another one of the children shrieked and giggled and managed to race away.
Letting out a chuckle of his own, Elrond revealed himself. “Uncle El! Uncle El!” The youngest of the children came running toward him, crashing him to the ground gently (for he knew this was coming) as Erestor pushed back the blindfold and grinned.
“Give him some air, Merrie,” he called to the only girl in the bunch, and she gave her ‘uncle’ one more tight hug around the neck before stepping away. Her younger brothers removed themselves as well. The eldest child, who was nearing his majority now, offered his hand to Elrond.
“Thank you, Legolas,” he said to the lad, and once he was standing again he patted the youth on the shoulder. “Well, good morning, everyone!” he said cheerfully, hoping to cover his unease while in front of the young ones. He was greeted by a round of ‘good morning’s and ‘hallo’s from the bunch.
Erestor swung the youngest up into his arms, and the child clung to his side, sucking on his own thumb. “Pip, take that out of your mouth. You were just playing in the dirt.”
The elfling pouted, but popped his thumb out and buried his face against his father’s shoulder. “It does not taste like dirt,” he argued quietly.
Erestor and Elrond exchanged a look, and then laughed. Nearby, both Legolas (who was the spitting image of his father at a younger time) and Alfy (short for ‘Gandalf’, of course) snickered while the other children began to busy themselves with some unknown game of their own around the feet of their elders. “Alfy, here, take the blindfold. Go be it.”
“Yes!” Alfy snatched the blindfold even though Legolas tried to grab it and quickly tied it over his eyes. “Fiddle-dee, run from me!” he shouted, and the younger children sprinted away amid shrieks and giggles.
Pippin wriggled to get away, and Erestor set him upon the ground so he could join the others. Motioning that Legolas should play with them too, Erestor waited until they were all out of earshot to speak to his longtime friend. “You look a little worried. Is something the matter?” questioned Erestor.
“Something... happened,” Elrond decided upon. “I do not yet know what,” he admitted as Erestor gave him an alarmed look. “Galadriel called upon me in the middle of the night, and there was great concern in her voice. She and Celeborn wish to gather a council to discuss it. I want you at my side for this.”
Letting out a breath as he rubbed his jaw, Erestor replied, “I do not see how I can be of service.”
“You were my guidance in Imladris, for some of the darkest days,” Elrond reminded the ellon. “You still own a council robe, right?”
Erestor bit his bottom lip and thought for a moment. “That depends. Where are the twins... Boromir! Estel!” he shouted, and the young ones turned about and came racing over to their father. “Remember the robes that I let you borrow to play with? Do you know what became of those?”
“What robes?” tried Boromir while Estel asked, “You mean the black ones?” The twins gave each other a quick look and then decided on, “What robes?”
“Yes, the black ones,” said Erestor, ignoring the other comment. “Would you please go get them?”
“Do you really want them? They are so old and stuffy,” tried Boromir as he was pulled away by a worried Estel.
“We will bring them!” called out Estel. In a softer voice that the adults still heard, he said to his brother, “Shhhh! He will already be angry when we come back!”
Watching the pair disappear into the back door of the house, Erestor said, “Regarding the council robes; I may need to borrow some.”
When the twins reemerged, they brought reinforcements. Their mother was with them, burping a chubby-cheeked little Samwise as she approached. “What do you want with your old robes?” she questioned as she came to a halt before her husband. “They were already fraying on the edges and missing half the buttons when you gave them to the children to play with.”
“I have a council to attend,” Erestor said simply.
“A council for what?” That was when Amarie remembered that Elrond was there. “Oh... well, you will have to make due with a tunic and trousers, unless you really want to wear one of the old ones.” She stepped aside, for behind her Boromir and Estel were cowering. “Come now, you two, he will not be angry. Will you?” she asked, but the warning look she gave told him he had better not.
Erestor crouched down as the twins unfolded one of the robes. There were a number of scraps of colorful fabric sewn to it, and the missing buttons had been replaced with vivid red, orange, and blue ones. Glitter was also quite prominent on the item. “Very creative,” he managed to say.
“And look! We even had Nanai cut them shorter so they do not drag on the ground so much!” Boromir cheerfully held the robe up to himself. “If you want to, though, Adie, you can use them.”
Erestor lifted the robe up and he shot a glare to Elrond as the peredhel sucked in a laugh to become a half-snort. “I think I will just do as your mother suggested, but thank you,” he said, shaking his head to see now that his once expensive council robes came only just past his waist, and could be seen from a mile away. Handing the robe back to Boromir, Erestor looked over to Amarie. “I need to take care of some business this morning. I hope I shall not be too long.”
“I knew a day of peace was too good of a thing to be true,” she replied wryly. Cradling the cooing babe, she stepped around the twins and kissed her husband. “Let me know if you will be longer.”
“Of course. Tomorrow, I will watch them while you rest, I promise.” Erestor waved down his eldest, who bounded over to him. “Legolas, you and Alfy take care of things- help your mother with the little ones.”
“Yes, sir,” said Legolas, patting his younger brother playfully on the head. Gimli wriggled away and tugged on his father’s tunic.
“What is it Gimli?” questioned Erestor of the bashful child. The elfling motioned for his father to stoop to his level, which he did. After a bit of whispering to the adult, Gimli gave Erestor a hopeful look. “Not today, little one. Tomorrow I will be able to, though.” Gimli grinned and nodded happily as the other children were already returning to the game with their siblings. “Look after Merrie for me. Do not let her be left out of your games.” Gimli nodded sincerely and then sped back to where the others were playing.
As Elrond and Erestor walked back to the front of the house and to the little path that would lead them to the other residential areas of Valimar, the ex-counselor sighed. “It seems to me as if we are only partially present.”
Pausing in their walk, Elrond looked down a different fork in the path, one that was overgrown with wildflowers and briars. The trees were darker, and more closed in. “Have you spoken with him lately?”
“Probably three or four summers ago, when we had a little flooding. I went over to ask if he was alright. He stayed inside but answered me. I worry about him,” admitted Erestor, one foot straying toward the darkened pathway.
Although the last thing that Elrond had time for at the moment was paying visits to old friends who fancied themselves hermits, his feelings mostly mirrored those of Erestor. “I wonder if it might be good to have his opinion on things.”
“In my opinion? Absolutely,” said Erestor without a doubt.
Elrond surveyed the uninviting area, and beyond it peeking up over the trees just a bit, the top of a house overcome with vines. Sunlight seemed not to dare shine upon this part of Valimar, and the gloom seemed unnatural for more than one reason. “We must be quick about it,” decided Elrond, and the pair hastily made their way down the dark path.
-Zhie
Title: Beyond the Darkness
CROSSOVER: ThunderCats//Lord of the Rings
Pairings: (het) Elrond/Celebrian; Celeborn/Gladders; Erestor/Amarie; Glorfindel/Cheetara; Panthro/Pumyra
Other characters: Lots of little elflings and a snarf or two
Summary: The Valar, wonderful as they are, are not always perfect. Luckily, the elves seem to be able to sort out just about anything in a good old fashioned council meeting.
Timeline: Fourth Age Valinor // Twenty-five years after the destruction of Thundera
Rating... most likely NC17... we'll see
Elrond rapped on the tall wooden door just after sunrise. Impatiently, he paced for a moment, then picked up the heavy knocker on the door and banged it a number of times.
“For Eru’s sake, give it a moment!” shouted an annoyed voice from within the house. The door was pulled open. “Oh, ‘tis you.” The elleth standing in the doorway was nursing her youngest child, and shook her head. “You know we never lock the door. You might have saved me the trouble of getting up and let yourself in.”
“My apologies, Amarie. Where is your husband?” questioned the peredhel.
“Back in the yard giving me some peace,” she said with a smile. “Beware, he has the rest of the children with him,” she called out after Elrond doted upon the youngest child in the family for a moment.
Elrond walked back down the stairs and made his way around the house. Pear and apple trees created something of a fence across the front, and he ducked under the boughs to reach the yard and gardens. The harvest would be good this year, he noted, and Eru knew his friend would need it.
It was the eldest who spotted the newcomer first, but he only waved and darted away as he was nearly caught. It was early indeed, but somehow the children had managed to coerce their father into playing a game of blind tag with them – a game which Elrond had a feeling Erestor lost more than won as another one of the children shrieked and giggled and managed to race away.
Letting out a chuckle of his own, Elrond revealed himself. “Uncle El! Uncle El!” The youngest of the children came running toward him, crashing him to the ground gently (for he knew this was coming) as Erestor pushed back the blindfold and grinned.
“Give him some air, Merrie,” he called to the only girl in the bunch, and she gave her ‘uncle’ one more tight hug around the neck before stepping away. Her younger brothers removed themselves as well. The eldest child, who was nearing his majority now, offered his hand to Elrond.
“Thank you, Legolas,” he said to the lad, and once he was standing again he patted the youth on the shoulder. “Well, good morning, everyone!” he said cheerfully, hoping to cover his unease while in front of the young ones. He was greeted by a round of ‘good morning’s and ‘hallo’s from the bunch.
Erestor swung the youngest up into his arms, and the child clung to his side, sucking on his own thumb. “Pip, take that out of your mouth. You were just playing in the dirt.”
The elfling pouted, but popped his thumb out and buried his face against his father’s shoulder. “It does not taste like dirt,” he argued quietly.
Erestor and Elrond exchanged a look, and then laughed. Nearby, both Legolas (who was the spitting image of his father at a younger time) and Alfy (short for ‘Gandalf’, of course) snickered while the other children began to busy themselves with some unknown game of their own around the feet of their elders. “Alfy, here, take the blindfold. Go be it.”
“Yes!” Alfy snatched the blindfold even though Legolas tried to grab it and quickly tied it over his eyes. “Fiddle-dee, run from me!” he shouted, and the younger children sprinted away amid shrieks and giggles.
Pippin wriggled to get away, and Erestor set him upon the ground so he could join the others. Motioning that Legolas should play with them too, Erestor waited until they were all out of earshot to speak to his longtime friend. “You look a little worried. Is something the matter?” questioned Erestor.
“Something... happened,” Elrond decided upon. “I do not yet know what,” he admitted as Erestor gave him an alarmed look. “Galadriel called upon me in the middle of the night, and there was great concern in her voice. She and Celeborn wish to gather a council to discuss it. I want you at my side for this.”
Letting out a breath as he rubbed his jaw, Erestor replied, “I do not see how I can be of service.”
“You were my guidance in Imladris, for some of the darkest days,” Elrond reminded the ellon. “You still own a council robe, right?”
Erestor bit his bottom lip and thought for a moment. “That depends. Where are the twins... Boromir! Estel!” he shouted, and the young ones turned about and came racing over to their father. “Remember the robes that I let you borrow to play with? Do you know what became of those?”
“What robes?” tried Boromir while Estel asked, “You mean the black ones?” The twins gave each other a quick look and then decided on, “What robes?”
“Yes, the black ones,” said Erestor, ignoring the other comment. “Would you please go get them?”
“Do you really want them? They are so old and stuffy,” tried Boromir as he was pulled away by a worried Estel.
“We will bring them!” called out Estel. In a softer voice that the adults still heard, he said to his brother, “Shhhh! He will already be angry when we come back!”
Watching the pair disappear into the back door of the house, Erestor said, “Regarding the council robes; I may need to borrow some.”
When the twins reemerged, they brought reinforcements. Their mother was with them, burping a chubby-cheeked little Samwise as she approached. “What do you want with your old robes?” she questioned as she came to a halt before her husband. “They were already fraying on the edges and missing half the buttons when you gave them to the children to play with.”
“I have a council to attend,” Erestor said simply.
“A council for what?” That was when Amarie remembered that Elrond was there. “Oh... well, you will have to make due with a tunic and trousers, unless you really want to wear one of the old ones.” She stepped aside, for behind her Boromir and Estel were cowering. “Come now, you two, he will not be angry. Will you?” she asked, but the warning look she gave told him he had better not.
Erestor crouched down as the twins unfolded one of the robes. There were a number of scraps of colorful fabric sewn to it, and the missing buttons had been replaced with vivid red, orange, and blue ones. Glitter was also quite prominent on the item. “Very creative,” he managed to say.
“And look! We even had Nanai cut them shorter so they do not drag on the ground so much!” Boromir cheerfully held the robe up to himself. “If you want to, though, Adie, you can use them.”
Erestor lifted the robe up and he shot a glare to Elrond as the peredhel sucked in a laugh to become a half-snort. “I think I will just do as your mother suggested, but thank you,” he said, shaking his head to see now that his once expensive council robes came only just past his waist, and could be seen from a mile away. Handing the robe back to Boromir, Erestor looked over to Amarie. “I need to take care of some business this morning. I hope I shall not be too long.”
“I knew a day of peace was too good of a thing to be true,” she replied wryly. Cradling the cooing babe, she stepped around the twins and kissed her husband. “Let me know if you will be longer.”
“Of course. Tomorrow, I will watch them while you rest, I promise.” Erestor waved down his eldest, who bounded over to him. “Legolas, you and Alfy take care of things- help your mother with the little ones.”
“Yes, sir,” said Legolas, patting his younger brother playfully on the head. Gimli wriggled away and tugged on his father’s tunic.
“What is it Gimli?” questioned Erestor of the bashful child. The elfling motioned for his father to stoop to his level, which he did. After a bit of whispering to the adult, Gimli gave Erestor a hopeful look. “Not today, little one. Tomorrow I will be able to, though.” Gimli grinned and nodded happily as the other children were already returning to the game with their siblings. “Look after Merrie for me. Do not let her be left out of your games.” Gimli nodded sincerely and then sped back to where the others were playing.
As Elrond and Erestor walked back to the front of the house and to the little path that would lead them to the other residential areas of Valimar, the ex-counselor sighed. “It seems to me as if we are only partially present.”
Pausing in their walk, Elrond looked down a different fork in the path, one that was overgrown with wildflowers and briars. The trees were darker, and more closed in. “Have you spoken with him lately?”
“Probably three or four summers ago, when we had a little flooding. I went over to ask if he was alright. He stayed inside but answered me. I worry about him,” admitted Erestor, one foot straying toward the darkened pathway.
Although the last thing that Elrond had time for at the moment was paying visits to old friends who fancied themselves hermits, his feelings mostly mirrored those of Erestor. “I wonder if it might be good to have his opinion on things.”
“In my opinion? Absolutely,” said Erestor without a doubt.
Elrond surveyed the uninviting area, and beyond it peeking up over the trees just a bit, the top of a house overcome with vines. Sunlight seemed not to dare shine upon this part of Valimar, and the gloom seemed unnatural for more than one reason. “We must be quick about it,” decided Elrond, and the pair hastily made their way down the dark path.
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Date: 2006-07-26 05:10 am (UTC)*smooches*
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Date: 2006-07-26 02:17 pm (UTC)I can just see his old robes. LOL!! That's what you get for giving them to kids to play with.
Who's advice are they going to get?? Who?