-The death of a loved one-
-ElvenHope-
Jan 14th 2006
This was going to be a double drabble, but I just kept on writing so now it's just over four hundred words. This is another story I may write more of, if I have the time, but until then I'll let your imaginations work out the rest. I hope you enjoy!
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I watch them sadly. They're my boys, my precious children and they act like the living dead. Well, that's not entirely true. Elrohir acts like one of the living dead, Elladan on the other hand acts like the angel of death. I've seen him; he goes out alone and comes back with blood on his sword and a smile on his face. I'm just glad that the blood is black. There's something wrong with him, he likes causing others pain, even his brother, and then he himself if there is no one else around. He thinks I haven't seen the scars they're on his arms mostly, but I have seen some on his back. I need to talk to him about it, I know I do, but the pain of Celebrian leaving is still far too near - I wouldn't know how to deal with it.
Then there's Elrohir, my sweet innocent boy he always went to his mother to tell her everything now she's not here and he's gone into himself. He's just a husk of what he once was and it frightens me. He's not eating, and I think he's become an insomniac from the state of him. He shut himself in his room for the first few weeks and when I eventually dragged him out of the room he refused to eat until Elladan attacked him and then he went back to his room. He's fading; I forced the door open the other day and found him lying on the bed, he won't move he won't do anything I've taken to force feeding him as much as it pains me to do so. Not that it helps much he just coughs it back up again.
I wonder why they are so selfish sometimes; do they not care about me? I would think it unnatural if they did not grieve for their mother, but I do not want them to leave me too. I wouldn't be able to cope with it. I am glad that Erestor and Glorfindel have taken to running Imladris for me otherwise the house would be in chaos. I am sorry that I am unable to work as well in the healing wing as I could, but my own thoughts tend to get the better of me. I cannot help but grieve and I cannot help but worry, my sons are really beginning to frighten me. I only stay here in this life for them; I pray that they will not leave me.
-Fin-
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