That was Then, This is Now
Meeting More family
By: TanyaPotter
AN/I know this is short, but I wanted to get it started….
Raven was silent as he, along with Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, and some guards, rode silently into the boarders of the golden wood.
He sat straight and tall on his horse; a big, black stallion that was the color of his natural hair, and had an attitude matching his.
Raven didn't look left or right, only ahead. It had been three months since he arrived here; in Earth time, it would be February.
But three years had passed to him. Things hadn't gotten better since that talk with his grandfather, only worse. That talk had made his grandfather unconsciously think he could dig into Raven's life… and his past.
Raven didn't even think he realized it, but it bugged him all the same. He had never been ashamed of his past, and he still want, but he wasn't exactly proud of it either.
The people here, the elves; they did not know death, nor the need to cheat and steal, to fight and to lie, to deceive, to kill, to survive above all. Some knew maybe one person, two tops, who had been close to that they had lost, because of the last war with Saron. But it still wasn't the same; they had died valiantly, honorably, in battle. Their deaths were something to be proud of, something to celebrate as well as to mourn.
He was scared, loath as he was to admit it, of them finding out about his own past, about what he had done; about the people he had killed.
And now they were going to see his great grandparents, one of which was said to be an extremely powerful witch. It was told that she was able to get into a person's mind as easily as most people walked or talked.
And that freaked him out.
They would arrive there by sunset. He never had the wish to be anywhere or anyone else so badly.
Raven gazed at the beautiful city with a blank expression. They met with the guards hours before. One, named Haldir, escorted them back, while his brothers and men went back to the trees.
Then he saw them and, god, the stories he heard didn't do them justice. They were stunning, with rivers of blond hair cascading down their backs, sharp, chiseled features accented by it.
His grandmother contained an air wisdom and power in her eyes that was almost on par with Leander, but not quite.
They greeted Elrond, and his uncles before they moved over towards him. Raven stood tall, expression completely closed, green eyes sharp. His hair had green tips to match his eyes, and was about three inches long on the back and top, while his bangs hung to almost six inches long. The short part was spiked up with a freezing charm, while the bangs hung straight down his face.
His piercings flashed with silver studs or hoops, taking away from the fact that he didn't have any eyeliner on.
To his surprise, Galadriel drew him into a warm hug. He stood stiff, not moving towards or away from her. He narrowed his eyes when a voice entered his head.
'You need not be afraid, my child. We are your family. We will not hurt you.'
She stepped back and looked him in the eyes with a kind smile. At the same time, she proclaimed to the others looking at anything but the pair, "Come, we shall have dinner in the family hall."
In his head, she promised, 'We will talk later, little one.'
Later that night Raven was summoned to Galadriel's rooms. Haldir escorted him there, and didn't bother to hide his distaste at what the prince looked like. Raven sneered back and followed behind the arrogant Marchwarden.
Galadriel was waiting for him, and invited him into a big, comfortable room with a big fire place on one side. She dismissed Haldir and led Raven over to sit on a comfy chair and sat elegantly across from him.
"It is good to finally see you, Elerossë." Raven scowled slightly at the name, but not as much as he used to.
"Ahh," she said knowingly, "You do not like that name?" Raven continued to stare at her silently.
She sighed softly, stood, walked over to him, and kneeled in front of him. She gently took his hands and studied his face.
"Would you rather me call you Raven?" she raised an eyebrow softly, but not mockingly.
Raven was confused. He had not expected his grandmother to be like this, so he remained silent. She sighed again, and stroked his cheek.
"We can talk again later, I am sure that you're tired, Indyo. (1)"
Raven nodded silently and stood, exiting the room the way he came, not looking back to see the single pain filled tear that fell down her cheek.
(1) Indyo means 'grandchild'
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Short I know, but I wanted to get it started….