Eruco lay helpless on the pile of corpses. The sounds of battle slowly drifted away from his mind and the scene began to change. Drifting out of conciousness he fell into a dream. The sky above turned from black to a brilliantly clear blue. The sounds of birds replaced the sounds of metal and steel crashing and then he saw something...home.As he lay close to death he saw his home rivendell for the first time in an age. The trees swayed majestically and the air was filled with a vibe of peace and harmony. He was walking barefoot in a beautiful glade and everywhere he looked he could see luscious green pastures. The sound of gracefull singing was gliding around and the joyous sound of laughter floated through the warm air to greet him.
Eruco felt awake and alive, more so than he had in a long time, then he saw faces staring back at him, the faces of pulkit and gandalf, they were looking at him concerned for him but also suspicious. The feeling quickly changed to mistrust and they stared hard at him until he turned away but as he turned he was confronted with another pair of faces, the faces of galadrial and elrond and they too looked on him with cold suspicious eyes. Eruco tried to run but could not move, he turned again and saw the vision of a battle tightly balanced between victory and defeat and the faces of his new friends fighting for survival. He saw arthion and valandil he saw eoj, spawn and sobet. One after another the faces of these new friends looked upon him and then there faces changed as they began to look at him as if he were an enemy.
Then he saw Arthion somewhere in the future he was injured and about to fall in battle, he saw the face of valandil being cut down by several urak hai and then he saw bartok lying motionless and bloody on a battlefield where and when it was he could not tell. "What are these visions why do I see this?" Eruco thought.
Turning again eruco saw only the faces of others, looking at him as if he were evil. Suddenly he saw a peacefull and caring face smiling back at him it was Raina but as quick as he saw the vision of her looking kindly upon him she was gone and was replaced by another person.
The kingly surroundings of rivendell seemed to be blown away violently and were replaced by scorched earth and dead bushes. Cliffs of black rock and pits of steaming molten rock lay all about and then Eruco looked at the face that stared back and felt himself drawn to the power and friendship of this face. The being reached out a hand and Eruco felt his own hand helplessy reach for the other. Looking at the face he began to realise that it was no friend it was the dark lord himself!
Sauron continued to reach for Eruco's hand without saying a word. He fought with the will to take the hand of Sauron and looked down at his own as if willing to gain control of it again but as he looked down his hand turned from white to black and Eruco felt pain rise from it into his very soul...and looking up at the face he felt suddenly a peace he had not felt before and felt his hand grasp the hand of the dark lord and from behind sauron walked the "nine" and they looked upon him as one
The face of sauron smiled and spoke....
"return to me and gain peace at last".
As the voice spoke Eruco felt a massive force pull him away and he could hear different voices now, the vision was gone and pain returned to him. He could see only blackness but he knew the voices around him.... they were his friends.
With all his will he forced himself to try and talk..
with much effort and pain Eruco managed to push himself to speak, he grasped the hand of the nearest person, who it was he could not tell, "HE is here HE is trying to..to..he is going to... he can get at us... tell the wizard I need to.." that was all he could manage and he passed out hoping the person he had grabbed and told would understand.
(anyone can be the person Eruco talked too)
Sorrow of Middle Earth,;.,;.,;.Where is the horse and the rider?,;,;,;,
"If legends are eternal...then I am the father of eternity"