Of Loss and Love

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Lotr, but I just thought I'd write this small fanfic to entertain, and make people think for a moment. Even if it is just for one second..

The character "Nairiea" is completely mine. I made her up! (Nah-Ree-ae.)

The thought of the piece: Okay, now this is going to seem a bit confusing, but trust me just listen to this.(read this)

This is happening AFTER Elrond's mother has thrown herself over the tower, and AFTER Maglor's capture. Elros does exist, but I have not read the Silmirillian, thus, the storyline is my inspiration (Elros is already dead, and this is BEFORE he meets Celebrian. It's Elrond's thoughts and feelings about his alienation from everyone else because of his experiences in the past.

I know this may seem really really off, but I just want pity, and mercy from readers, and just to see a different way of the way things may have been.......if they had been through my eyes.

Elrond is entering his young adult years in this story...

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The slave traders only partially healed him, and as he awoke as they hauled him into his hell. He only remembered the warg and pain. He sobered up and saw Nairiea staring sadly at him. She was outside his cell.

Elrond tried to understand what was going on, but he just couldn't figure it out. He crept towards the cage and begged her to let him out. She stared now, without any emotion, and turned to leave him.

"Please don't go! Don't leave me!!" Wailed Elrond, clinging to her glistening robe. He grabbed just the bottom of it, and he made his fist round and tight.....he was not going to let go.

Nairiea didn't turn towards him. She stood as if paralyzed by some force of unseen grief passing her by. She couldn't look towards him. He was in that prison. That cell. That the humans call: Jail.

But, she had to look at him. She had to push him away...couldn't he see that he just didn't belong in this world? Couldn't he see that he was just going to suffer more if she were to free him? She slowly rotated towards his pleas.

She came closer to the rusted bars and held his face through them. Elrond's eyes were large and frightened. He didn't want to be alone again. He had been so alone before....suffered so much loss. He had only known her comfort for only a while, but he needed her there. He wanted to know that she loved him.

He wanted her love. He needed it.

She stared directly into his storm gray eyes. There definitely was a storm brewing in his mind, and heart. But, she did what she had to do.

"Please.please, please, please, Nairiea! Don't go! How can you leave me?" Elrond cried.

Nairiea just held him, and spoke slowly, but with a tone that he feared.

"You don't belong," She spoke firmly with an almost sickening attitude. "You can't belong,"

Elrond couldn't even feel what was going on. This wasn't real. This wasn't' happening. She was leaving him. Abandoning him, just like his mother did! Just like Elros and Maglor did! They all left him behind.

"You are lost Elrond," She held him, not seeming to notice his despair. She shook her head. "You are lost... you can never go home."

And, with that she let go and paced calmly back to the steel door that would lead to her exit. When the human opened the door for her, a tear silently lead its way down her cream pastel face.

She never looked back.

Elrond was left in his stone hole, just staring as she left him. He begged, screamed, and wept with unbelievable grief as he watched in complete horror, as she left. He begged her to come back, not to leave him. Not to let him die with these human monsters.

He was rambling on in Elvish, when one of the guards came up, and grabbed his face harshly. He shoved Elrond back into his stone bed, and threatened to beat the poor elf if he didn't shape up soon.

He crawled to a small corner in his gray prison. He shivered violently from the cold. He closed his eyes and just wept with grief and anger. She had left him. He never knew such suffering, only when his mother had died, did he ever know such sorrow.

Elrond had then since long forgotten what true unconditional love felt like, from any being upon Middle-Earth. He had no one now. Elros was past, and so was their captor. They boys had once been in such grief, that they accepted any comfort and love from anyone.

When Elros departed...Elrond was completely alone again. His other half was gone, his twin, his best friend. His only brother..... After witnessing this, Elrond vowed not to let any of his children (if he were to have any) choose mortality. He did not want to suffer, and neither did he want his kin to any longer.

(Days later)

Elrond wasn't sure how many days had gone by. He honestly didn't care anymore. He couldn't.....he had tried to cheer himself up, but now, the enclosure of his cell had caused a usually outside elf, to become dormant and pale.

"You are lost....you can never go home."

Her voice echoed through his head, silencing his heartbroken spirit. He wanted to shut out what she had said. To forget it all. The pain, suffering, and isolation. But, he knew that was impossible. He had suffered ever since he took his first screaming breathe into this world.

His head was rested on the usual rusted spot of the bars as he stared out to the fading light of the sunset. His glass eyes stared longingly towards the outside scenery, searching for a desire that he ultimately had forgotten.

It was so cold where he was. He shut his eyes and let a warm tear slip from its grasp. He was so freezing, that the tear had actually brought back little feeling in his left cheek.

His pale blue face was beginning to look like a statue. A perfectly sculptured statue of true and utter suffering. A man with a long gnarly looking stick, spotted Elrond's longing stare towards freedom. The man cackled cruelly as he left to outside, and shut the steel rusted door behind him tight.

Now not only was Elrond totally alone, he was now in total darkness.

Not even his elven eyes could see much. He could just barely see the blue spots from where the moon had now finally risen, and was gladly shining through.

Elrond lowered himself from his stone perch upon a bench, but he was too weak and numb, that he slipped to fast and slammed against the freezing smooth rock.

He lay sprawled out to weak to curl into a ball on the moist dark floor.

He wanted nothing but to curl, but he just didn't have enough strength, and thus caused more discomfort to an already dying Noldor. He remembered how cruel his life had been.

So much suffering and pain, he couldn't even tell the difference between the two and had completely forgotten the essential desire for love.

Not only did Elrond not have the energy nor will to wind up into a ball; he had not even the energy to shiver from the biting frost that infested his locked mind.

It was so bitterly cold he could see nothing, save for a few cracks of the blue moon, warmly glowing through the steel trap.

Elrond couldn't feel his legs, and he could sense the numbness crawling up to his chest. He actually felt a sense of peace knowing, that he's spend his last moments without physical pain. As he closed his gray eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Thank you for reading. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`` This was not meant to be the end. I have much more, but only if you guys really want it. I hope you don't flame me too hard, this is kind of an original storyline through my eyes, on how Elrond dealed with the loss and love he found in his life. Please review, and please, please * I beg you * I really, REALLY wanted this story to move you guys. If it hasn't suggestions are open! Thank you once again: dorysblue * special thanks to a one line hitter from the song: Gollum's song *