“You did not have any difficulty abandoning it,” Eol returned swiftly. She is mine, I have taken her and by the right of marriage that I will soon claim her, I will also claim Imladris.” “I will not allow her to squander her immortality by being bound to a human. “Those are my terms,” Eol repeated himself, caring little about the bonds made by the Edain. They have been bound to each other for the last sixty years! They have a son!” “He will never agree to that!” Elladan declared before anyone else could speak. “I will return him if he agrees to leave Imladris without the Evenstar and never return,” Eol responded. Still the sight of the blade against his throat gave the Hunter reason to doubt. The Hunter watched its master under the threat of Faramir’s blade, debating whether or not it should intervene even though it knew its master had great power at his disposal. The Hunter and Pallando had reached a stalemate for the time being as both become concerned with the unfolding situation that was more pressing than their present battle. Gimli had managed to rouse Legolas from his limbo state while Elladan returned to the company, only to have Elrohir explain what had happened as they waited for Eol to speak. Seconds ticked by and still Eol was determined to prolong their torture for as long as he was able.
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He was not afraid of breaking skin if he had to gain his answers. “I would be a little clearer with your answers elf!” Faramir jabbed the sword against Eol’s throat with a little more force. “That depends entirely on him,” Eol replied calmly. Despite the fact that Pallando and the Hunter had stopped battling momentarily, the march warden was poised and ready for the resumption of hostilities. “Is he still alive?” Haldir asked dubiously as he stood alongside Faramir, his bow was armed and ready to shoot. “Because you need me if you wish to get your precious King back alive,” Eol said with a little smile. “Why not?” Faramir hissed back, his eyes fixed upon Eol’s and finding his anger growing by how unperturbed the elf appeared, even with a sword to his throat. In a space of a second, the Lord of Ithilien was holding the point of the blade against Eol’s throat but the elf did not seem at all disturbed by this fact. “What have you done?” Faramir demanded, crossing the space between himself and Eol with his sword drawn. The elf seemed unconcerned than he was surrounded by the companions of the man he might have killed for all they knew, his expression indicating that they hardly registered to him.
If anything, he resembled in appearance, a darker version of Elrond, though no one who made that comparison would dare mention it either Elladan or Elrohir. He was not what they had expected for he looked very much like any other elf. The earlier commotion had dwindled away into nothingness as all eyes were fixed upon the dark elf that had been the architect of this entire affair. There was only stunned silence after Aragorn had vanished before their very eyes.Įol stood before the spot where Aragorn had been standing when he had disappeared, wearing an expression of smug triumph on his face.
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