Elenna strode into the great Council Chamber of Rivendell.
"Come out, Azruk! Elenna has arrived." Lindir shouted, his normally musical voice harsh.
Azruk came out of a side chamber, a great wine jug lifted high in his arms.
"Ah, Elenna! How nice to see you. Care for a drink?" He pulled the lid off of the jug and lifted Elrond's bloody head up by the hair. The great Elf Lord groaned in pain.
"Give him back!" Elenna screamed, nearly in tears.
"What will you give for him? Come and talk to me..." he gestured back to the chamber. "Bring your little friends too." He pointed to Lindir and Aduchil. Elenna thought hard. It went against every fibre in her being to negotiate with Azruk, but she had sworn to protect Elrond, and this looked like her only choice.
The three elves turned and followed the massive uruk into the little chamber.
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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