Characters/Pairing: Elrond, Two Strangers
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
The hunters flitted in and out of the valley, often returning suddenly and unexpectedly, covered in dust that turned their dark hair dun, and smeared across their faces in sweat-damp streaks, or else splattered with dark orc blood with an almost feral light in their reyes. But even those who feared them and thought them strange phantoms cheered when they brought back news that the tide of war was turning.
That evening they found Elrond watching Gil-Estel. "Hideous, isn't it?" one of them remarked.
"The Silmaril." The hunter bared his teeth. "You can almost see the bloodstains from here."