My Past: Memories of Elrohir

Author: Java Green

Rating: R or NC-17, slash

Summary: Elrohir looks back upon his past marriage to Dinrogion in a special diary.

Notes: WTF? You are probably asking yourself as you read this. The answer is that I belong to an RPG and play the character of Elrohir there. I wanted him to have a past and so I made up another character for him to be married to. The story took a life of its own and now Dinrogion is also played in the RPG. The reason the entries are usually short is because this is posted in a dairy.

My Past: Our Meeting

My past is my own and can be remembered by no other. What it contains is kept from the eyes and ears of my friends and family not by my will but by the bond to another. The only thing that I can reveal it to is this diary whose ink is invisible to the naked eye. The words vanish as they dry only to be seen under the light of the fireflies. A secret none knows but I.

Events of late have made these memories painful. Instead of blocking everything away I thought it best to write it here as an outlet to my frustrated silence. So here is. Everything I can remember of my marriage to bhim./b

I grew sheltered in Rivendell under the eyes of Elrond and Celebrian. My twin Elladan and sister Arwen kept me company. Together we were a force to be reckoned with and our pranks a strain on any parent's nerves. Often we played with Thranduil's son Legolas. Together we learned of duty, ruling and weaponry. Though often we'd skip our lessons and go hunting instead

Here I learned to think, understand and handle myself in the world. But I learned little of how to handle myself in love. I gave my heart quickly and always fell hard. But those relationships have little bearing here.

There was an orc raid and my mother was taken, tortured and poisoned. We fought to retrieve her but by the time we reached her it was too late and she was forced to go to the undying lands to save her. Father was crushed and sunk into grief at her leaving. He threw himself into Rivendell and trying to raise Arwen.

Elladan and I were once inseparable. But found ourselves growing apart. He met some girl and was distracted most of the time. So I began to train as a ranger. I'd often leave for prolonged periods of time. So when I vanished completely no one would have thought to ask of it.

I can still remember the details of our meeting. As though it were tattooed to the memories of my senses. It was Spring near the borders of Mordor. The air was heavy with rain and the ground slick and treacherous under my feet. I had seen a party of orcs near and followed them back. I was curious to know what they were up to. But once they had returned to Mordor I knew better then to follow them in on my own.

There was little cover here and I followed them as far as I dared. But now I was retreating back to the forests to watch for any new patrols emerging. I wrapped my dark cloak around myself to ward off the chill rain and focused mainly on not slipping and breaking my neck on the rocks. I had just reached the tree line when my instincts and ears caused me to lunge. The orc arrow missed my head by inches. I hit the ground and rolled behind the safety of a tree. Quickly I took down my own bow and notched an arrow, calculated where the one had missed me came and shot back. To my horror I saw that it was not a lone orc but an entire party moving quickly towards my position.

I put as many arrows into them as I could while I ran. But they kept coming towards me uncaring of the damage. I leapt over tree roots and skidded on the moss trying to keep ahead of them and dodge arrows. But they were closing in on me.

I turned to let loose an arrow but my foot caught in a slippery root and I went down hard. I tried to rise but an orc arrow imbedded itself painfully in my shoulder and I fell once more. Desperately I crawled to my knees and drew out my daggers as the foul creatures surrounded me. The smell of their rotted damp flesh made me shutter and the mindless hatred echoed in their eyes revolted me.

I lashed out and severed the neck of the nearest. Its hot dark blood drenching me as it fell and I hacked at the next. But their numbers were greater than my skill and I was soon disarmed. Their clawed fingers gripped my skin as I struggled to free myself of their hold. One tore away the cloak while the others rid me of my weapons and supplies. An orc with cat-like yellow eyes hit the arrow in my shoulder with a pleased leer. Agony surged through my battered body. My mind closed down and my vision blurred. I expected to be ruined then murdered. My body devoured with no remains to be found.

But then the sound of an arrow hitting its mark reached my ears. An orc fell nearby quickly followed by several others. Then shadows burst into the clearing their swords arching and gleaming in the moonlight. The orcs were falling. They left me to crumple to the forest floor to battle this new foe. But this time the shadows seemed to overtake the surprised orcs and made quick work of them.

I was fighting for consciousness. Wondering who my saviors were and trying to ignore the pain. As my labored breathing left my throat ragged I forced my eyes to focus on the figure now leaning over me. He pulled back his hood and the light of the moon revealed his strong features. I saw the most handsome male I had ever laid eyes upon hovering above me. He had even more sex appeal then Legolas. I stared up at him in wonder and he smiled almost predatorily back. But the feature I remembered most was the piercing amber eyes.

Then I passed out.