Title & Chapter Number: Sins of the Father 7/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me `cept the carpal tunnel…and various bizarre action figures. No elves were harmed during this Fic…and I do not test on animals.
Warnings: Violence, self mutilation, unresolved pain
Betas: Nope
Cast: Orophin/ OFC
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: Nada
Summary: Orophin is caught up in the fear of a backward Human village and pays a high price for his heritage and his father's past.
Notes: This plot centers around a storyline developed by myself and EmberVixen..involving the fate of the Lorien Brother's parents.. Vhaelvyren is Embers own creation...as the former March Warden and father of Haldir, Orophin and Rumil...
Orophin ran until he felt his heart was to about to explode out of his chest. Streaks of red painted the early morning sky as the Galadrhim stood just outside the village catching his breath. Few stirred about, washing at the well and tending to the wakened animals, but most still stayed within the warmth of their cottages blissfully unaware of the tragedy that was about to be laid at their feet.
Cradling Hanath closer to his body, Orophin boldly stepped from the cover of the treeline, making his way towards the small dwelling here he knew that Aislin would be busily tending to her family. His feet were moving of their own volition for every fiber in his body screamed against this action. What was he going to tell her? What could he say? Still he never lost focus on his intent to make things as right as he could.
Approaching the wood door, Orophin stooped and brushed the damp curls away from the youngsters pale face. A few miles back he had stopped by a small stream and bathed him, for he could not bear to bring the child home and have him remembered in the state that he was in. It was enough of a horror to bear as it was.
" Hanath....brave one....," Orophins voice was as low and quiet as a whisper upon the wind. " May the Valar see fit give you refuge in the great Hall so that one day we can meet as brothers and share in what we have missed." Orophins breath caught in his chest as the magnitude of this homecoming began to set in. " Gwador....I am sorry....."
Reluctantly the Galadrhim pounded upon the door loud enough to raise even those who might still be abed at this hour. Shifting the weightless burden in his arms he awaited the inevitable.
Grumbling noises from within the dwelling assured the young Warden that he indeed had been heard, and that what was set in motion had no choice but to now be played out. With a groaning squeak the hinged door swung open and a large bleary eyed male appeared upon the threshold. Orophin had never met Asilin's father before this, and certainly this was not a good impression to be making.
"What do you want," growled Thibauld, trying to focus upon the large individual before him.
Orophin's tongue seemed to be a bit too big for his mouth and his throat parched dry as he was faced with the task of presenting the dead child to his father.
"Speak, " demanded the Edan, rubbing at his eyes.
" I....I am sorry.."sputtered the Galadrhim, at a loss for the correct words. Slowly he stepped forward and laid the small body into the Man's arms.
Thibauld was unable to speak, his arms beginning to tremble as Hanath was laid unmoving into his embrace, his eyes now wide with disbelief.
"He. He did not suffer.....it was quick... and ..." Orophin swallowed down the emotion that started to rise into his throat.
Thibauld stood still, his breath starting to come in short gasps.
"Father......" A soft voice and firm hand upon his shoulder causing him to turn about.
Aislin noticed the bundle in her father's arms and spun him around, oblivious to the tall gray shadow that stood in the threshold.
"Father have the goats been in mischief again......," she began with an annoyed smile, thinking to take what she thought to be a stray animal from her fathers arms.
As recognition sunk in Aislin found the feeling in her legs to failing her and grasping her brother from her father's embrace to she sunk to the floor cradling the youngling to her chest.
"Hanath! No,,,,,,,please,,,,,,,wake up........Hanath!!! Frantically Aislin stroked the golden hair back from her brothers cool skin, searching for any spark of life that stir stirred within his small body.
" NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, clutching him tighter.
Orophin went to take a step forward, but was suddenly pushed again the door frame, a large meaty arm holding him firmly in place.
"You will answer for this........." Thibaulds red eyes flashed from behind fleshy lids belying a strength and rage that could easily be ignited.
Aislins cries of despair brought a small crowd toward the cottage and soon Orophin knew that he indeed may be quite in over his head. All eyes were upon him and none were regarding him too favorably.
"What is all this fuss," came a demanding voice from the back of the crowd.
"Move out of my way. Can not a woman get to her own........." The voice was suddenly silenced as the crowd parted and allowed the tragic scene to be revealed.
Pushing past the remaining gawkers, the woman rushed forward and knelt down next to her grieving daughter.
"Mamma....he is dead......" sniffed Aislin, her fingers still curling within the folds of the youngsters tunic, willing the cool flesh to warm.
" What happened here..." demanded the woman her eyes searching the crowd and flicking nervously to her husband who had a tall youth pinned to the door.
Leaving her daughter's side, the woman came to stand next Thibauld desperately searching for answer. Her moist eyes fell upon the overly tall youngling that remained firm in Thibauld's grasp. He was not one that she had seen in this village before, but there was something unsettling about him. He was large and lithe, and bore the clothing and weaponry of a woodsman, and at first glance seemed perhaps to be a wandering hunter. But when the woman drew closer, her attention was immediately drawn to the leaf-shaped cloak pin that adorned the strangers neck. She had seen this pin before.
Narrowing her eyes, she stood tall on her toes and tucked the youths far too silken hair behind his ears, uttering a gasp as she fell back against Thibauld at the revelation. This was no youth, but an Elf.
Orophin tried to flinch away from the woman's touch , but the male held him firm. He had no doubt that this was Aislins mother and knew that his heritage would not sit well with her, especially under the circumstances.
"I should have known, " spat the woman, turning towards the assemble crowd. " An Elf, a slant eared traitor!"
Aislin started at her mother's remarks. She had been so caught up in her grief that she had all but dismissed the shadowed figure in the doorway. It couldn't be. No.......not HER Elf. No.!
Laying her brother upon the floor she scrambled up towards Orophin but was stopped by her mother as she reached out for her lover.
" Let me go ," She shrieked, struggling and pounding against her mother's hold.
"Stay away from him Aislin.....I will not lose you both to this murderer." Orophins wrenched free of Thibaulds hold, but was soon held again by strong arms from within the crowd that seemed to press forward for a closer look.
"I am not a murderer..." defended the Galadrhim his eyes trying desperately to lock with Aislins.
"You are a liar and a menace, like all of your kind," replied the woman, her rasping voice sending chills up Aislins spine.
"He is not Mamma," she sobbed, " He is kind, and caring...... and ......." Asilins exhonerations earned her a severe yank upon her hair silencing her and almost sending her to her knees.
"He is evil....." retorted her mother, " and I should put out his eyes for even looking at you," she continued.
Orophin began to struggle, the woman's remarks and the press of the angering crowd making him more than nervous. Arms seemed to grab him from all side and found himself forced to his knees before the woman.
"Too long have we had to endure the memory of your kind Elf! " A callused hand reached down and drew Orophins face roughly up to meet her hateful gaze.
With a quick movement she kneed the unsteady Warden in the belly, stealing both his breath and balance as he recoiled against the blow.
"Mamma No!!!!!!" Aislin scrambled from behind, but was held firmly by her father." Mamma please.................I love him... He is not what you think... He............ He...."
In an instant the woman's rage turned upon her daughter, eyeing her with the same disgust that she had rent upon the gasping Warden.
"Then you are both foolish AND blind......, and obviously in need of something more to occupy your time." The woman's venom was so potent that even Thibauld flinched at her poison.
"You dot understand....Mamma....please....." Aislin swallowed hard. " Mamma.......I carry his child...your grandchild!!!!!!" The words were out before Aislin could stop them. Her desperation loosing both her tongue and her senses.
The woman's whole body trembled at the news and she paled and for a moment it looked as if she would swoon, but too soon the flush of uncontrolled rage crept back into her cheeks and she whirled upon the captive Elf.
"You will pay for that with your life......are there not enough sharp-eared whores in your own village that you have to seduce our innocent children.?"
Orophin stopped his struggling, his own understanding of Aislins announcement just beginning to sink in.
"Take him to the meeting area and bind him !" The woman turned and grabbed Aislin by the wrist, hauling her struggling back into the cottage.
"You and I need to have a very long discussion, " seethed the woman as she pulled the girl over the threshold past her prone sibling.
Aislin tried too catch Orophin's eyes, but the crowd had moved upon him like rats upon grain and he was pushed hard to the ground before being gagged and dragged across the rutted path towards the village square.
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