E - like an evil Elrond.
1. Good Intentions - by Gwynnyd
The Hobbit moaned and tossed with fever, as the Morgul-shard wedged deep in his flesh burrowed in. Elrond called on the power of Vilya and slid his consciousness under the malevolent object, urging it towards the surface. He became aware of the heavy presence of another power, so close, pulling at the flake of not-quite metal. He wrested with it, but it eluded his grasp, and it felt warm, not cold as he groped along its trail. Warmth and light beckoned. There would be a beginning. Peace, where trees could grow, and Arwen need not choose. He slipped it on.
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