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'' Means mental talking.
Flashbacks or memories
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The firelight flickered across the curved ceiling. Elrond sat next to me, his hands busy with work, applying salve. Fealin sat at the end of the bed as Elladan dealt with the bite and scratch marks. Fealin ignored him mostly, wincing every now and then when a new salve was rubbed on, but mainly his blue eyes watching me intently. Arwen laid next to me on the bed singing softly. Her hands ran through my short hair, pulling apart the tangles.
To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. I was totally humiliated. I had let my emotions get control of me, like some kind of a weak child. I sat up abruptly. The singing stopped. I pulled my arm out of Elrond's grasp and stood, my legs groaning with the effort.
"Stay down." Elrond ordered pushing me back down. I glared at him but did nothing. He returned to his healing ways.
"Jack," Arwen moved so she was facing me. "What happened to make you run like that?" I looked away.
"I'm sorry, alright? I swear, I'll never do it again." Elrond's hand caught my chin.
"Never be ashamed for your feelings." I looked away, not wanting to meet the Lord's deep eyes.
"You kept apologizing. To who?" Fealin asked as Elladan finished sterilizing his shoulder. I stood up and walked to the window.
"I don't want to talk about it. Just ignore it, okay?" I sat down on the window seat, bringing my knees to my chest. I watched the rain. The cushion sunk down. I drew my eyes away from the window. Elladan sat next to me. Panic filled me. What if he does that creepy thing from before? Just don't look into his eyes. Despite my efforts, Elladan's cobalt eyes caught mine instantly. A pillow flew across the room. Elladan leaned back and the pillow smacked into the window. Arwen was sending a death glare at him. A half smile fell onto his lips and he chuckled slightly. Elladan was a tall man-elf. As all elves seemed to be. He took up most of the seat.
His jet black hair fell easily around him, tumbling over his shoulders. His fingers were fiddling with the window lock.
"Do you mind?" I shook my head. He pushed the window open. Raindrops flicked off the ledge and into the room. I let out a sigh of relief as cold water hit my face, followed by a breeze that filled the room. Elladan closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He let his hand rest on the ledge, a small pool forming in it.
I cocked my head to the side. Okay, what is he doing? Elladan's eyes opened and locked with mine.
'Why do you run?' A voice asked inside my head. I jerked backwards, but Elladan grabbed me, holding me still.
"Elladan, stop!" Arwen shouted tearing at Elladan's grip on me. My mind felt like it was being torn open.
"What are you hiding from?" Elladan asked, his voice dark and rich. He ran a hand across my chin. "Don't be scared. Don't run from me; I just want to see..." Arwen was shouting in some language, elvish probably.
"Elladan, that's enough." Elrond said sternly. But the prying open of my thoughts didn't stop. Elladan's voice whispered words into mind.
'Let me see. Let me see what causes you to run.' I struggled to get away, but the elf's locked hold on my arm and chin was unbreakable.
"Elladan!" Elrond's voice was sterner. Elladan didn't heed. He gripped at a random thought and brought it up.
"JACK! GOD DAMN'T GET DOWN HERE!" Father bellowed. I flew down the stairs and stood in front of her enrage father. I was only nine here...
"What-" He was breathing hard, "Is this?" He held up a paper. I remember this. I gasped when I realized it was my poetry assignment.
"Daddy-"
"WHO ARE YOU?"
"Jack Templite." I answered immediately.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
"I'm your son."
"MY SONS DO NOT WRITE POETRY!" His fist connected to my stomach sending me painfully into the dish cabinet. Dishes fell to the floor. With a curse at my clumsiness he kicked me so hard I dropped to the floor. He didn't stop kicking. Pain assaulted my senses and I felt darkness filling my mind.
Elladan pulled back sharply from my mind. He quickly dodged Arwen's angry fist and stood. She was yelling him in their tongue. Elladan's eyes did not leave mine. But I did not feel the same pulling from before. Anger grew within me. So this bastard could control it. He was aware of what he was doing to me. I stood up. Arwen stopped talking as I walked by her. I stopped in front of Elladan. He stared down at me, his eyes and face emotionless.
"Why are you doing that?" I asked, not intimidated by his mask.
"I want to know." Elladan said simply. I took a deep breath.
"Did it ever occur to you that I don't want to relive such things?" Elladan didn't answer. "Will you keep doing that anyway?" He looked at me for a moment, and then nodded. Fire took hold of my body. I struck him. He stumbled backwards in surprise.
"Elladan." Elladan turned to face his father. Elladan only offered three words as an explanation.
"It was necessary." His blue eyes looked back on me, my shuddering from. He walked over to me, and placed a gentle hand on my chin. I prepared myself for hell again as he tilted my face upwards. Instead of the horrible prying feeling, I was drowning in his mind.
A scene filled my mind. A field of grass extended into all directions, surrounded by wide sloping mountains. A woman sat on a blanket, humming to herself as she did needlework. I approached the woman. She turned to look at me, her eyes twinkling merrily at me.
"Hello, Elladan baby." Elladan? The wind blew past me, wrapping me in a sweet scent. My raven hair blew past me. The woman took me into her arms and sat me on her lap. She started to braid the hair as she sang. A pure boy voice added to her song. In surprise I realized it was coming from my mouth. I had no clue what it was about. Soon both voices stopped and laughter burst forth. The woman and I fell backwards in a fit of tickling. After a moment we both stopped, and I glazed up into the woman's azure eyes. Pure love shone through those eyes.
"I love you, momma."
"I love you too, baby."
"There." Elladan said as he pulled away. "An exchange."
"Grandmother would not approve!" Arwen growled. Elladan's grin appeared again.
"Wouldn't she?"
"I lived with her too, Elladan!"
"Yes, but I can speak with her over miles. How do you know if she speaks to me now?" Arwen's mouth opened and closed. Elladan's eyes focused on me.
"I am sorry I have brought up painful memories. It would not be necessary if you spoke of it."
"And why do I even need to speak of it?" I demanded, staring away from him.
"Because Jack, if you don't you will not heal."
"I don't need to be healed."
"I think you disproved that tonight." He bowed deeply. "You've proven to be quite a mystery, Lady Jack. I will find you in the morning." And with that he turned on his heel and strode out of the room. Arwen nearly ran out after him, Elrohir on her heels. Elrond simply sighed.
"Forgive my Lord Elladan. He knows many things. Ever since...ever since he drank from Galadriel's mirror he' s been so different from the elf I used to know. When there is something he doesn't know, he'll do much to find it out." Fealin said standing. I stared at his bare chest. Fealin shook his head, murmuring something about no manners as he pulled on his tunic.
"Come Fealin, let us leave Jack to her sleep." Elrond said standing himself. He brushed some hair out of my face. "Do not let my son disturb you." Pulling his hand away, he bowed. "Sweet dreams Jack. If you need anything, just ring and a maid will come." I nodded slightly. Fealin bowed to me.
"Goodnight Lady. And any time you need to tear me up, please feel free to call." I felt heat flush to my cheeks. Then the two departed. I stared at the door for the longest time. With a groan I turned from it and threw myself onto the bed.
I've made an idiot of myself in front of them. I bet every elf in this place knows of my foolishness. And where the hell is this place anyway? How in fuck's name did I get sent here? What of my home? I winced. Okay, what of America; would I ever see it again?
With another groan I rolled onto my back. I stared up at the ceiling again.
Daddy.
The guilt filled me again. Suddenly the smell and the feel of the wind surrounded me. The guilt lessened. I killed my own father—the woman's voice came into my ears, interrupting my thoughts. I closed my eyes. Her song over took me and suddenly I was deep inside my own mind. The warm sun beat down on me. I opened my eyes to see the woman looking down at me with a grin.
"I love you, baby." I was in Elladan's memory! I started to get up but found I couldn't. Her voice filled the air again. My eyes grew heavy.
"That's it baby, go to sleep. Momma's right here." Sleep took me.
'' Means mental talking.
Flashbacks or memories
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The firelight flickered across the curved ceiling. Elrond sat next to me, his hands busy with work, applying salve. Fealin sat at the end of the bed as Elladan dealt with the bite and scratch marks. Fealin ignored him mostly, wincing every now and then when a new salve was rubbed on, but mainly his blue eyes watching me intently. Arwen laid next to me on the bed singing softly. Her hands ran through my short hair, pulling apart the tangles.
To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. I was totally humiliated. I had let my emotions get control of me, like some kind of a weak child. I sat up abruptly. The singing stopped. I pulled my arm out of Elrond's grasp and stood, my legs groaning with the effort.
"Stay down." Elrond ordered pushing me back down. I glared at him but did nothing. He returned to his healing ways.
"Jack," Arwen moved so she was facing me. "What happened to make you run like that?" I looked away.
"I'm sorry, alright? I swear, I'll never do it again." Elrond's hand caught my chin.
"Never be ashamed for your feelings." I looked away, not wanting to meet the Lord's deep eyes.
"You kept apologizing. To who?" Fealin asked as Elladan finished sterilizing his shoulder. I stood up and walked to the window.
"I don't want to talk about it. Just ignore it, okay?" I sat down on the window seat, bringing my knees to my chest. I watched the rain. The cushion sunk down. I drew my eyes away from the window. Elladan sat next to me. Panic filled me. What if he does that creepy thing from before? Just don't look into his eyes. Despite my efforts, Elladan's cobalt eyes caught mine instantly. A pillow flew across the room. Elladan leaned back and the pillow smacked into the window. Arwen was sending a death glare at him. A half smile fell onto his lips and he chuckled slightly. Elladan was a tall man-elf. As all elves seemed to be. He took up most of the seat.
His jet black hair fell easily around him, tumbling over his shoulders. His fingers were fiddling with the window lock.
"Do you mind?" I shook my head. He pushed the window open. Raindrops flicked off the ledge and into the room. I let out a sigh of relief as cold water hit my face, followed by a breeze that filled the room. Elladan closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He let his hand rest on the ledge, a small pool forming in it.
I cocked my head to the side. Okay, what is he doing? Elladan's eyes opened and locked with mine.
'Why do you run?' A voice asked inside my head. I jerked backwards, but Elladan grabbed me, holding me still.
"Elladan, stop!" Arwen shouted tearing at Elladan's grip on me. My mind felt like it was being torn open.
"What are you hiding from?" Elladan asked, his voice dark and rich. He ran a hand across my chin. "Don't be scared. Don't run from me; I just want to see..." Arwen was shouting in some language, elvish probably.
"Elladan, that's enough." Elrond said sternly. But the prying open of my thoughts didn't stop. Elladan's voice whispered words into mind.
'Let me see. Let me see what causes you to run.' I struggled to get away, but the elf's locked hold on my arm and chin was unbreakable.
"Elladan!" Elrond's voice was sterner. Elladan didn't heed. He gripped at a random thought and brought it up.
"JACK! GOD DAMN'T GET DOWN HERE!" Father bellowed. I flew down the stairs and stood in front of her enrage father. I was only nine here...
"What-" He was breathing hard, "Is this?" He held up a paper. I remember this. I gasped when I realized it was my poetry assignment.
"Daddy-"
"WHO ARE YOU?"
"Jack Templite." I answered immediately.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
"I'm your son."
"MY SONS DO NOT WRITE POETRY!" His fist connected to my stomach sending me painfully into the dish cabinet. Dishes fell to the floor. With a curse at my clumsiness he kicked me so hard I dropped to the floor. He didn't stop kicking. Pain assaulted my senses and I felt darkness filling my mind.
Elladan pulled back sharply from my mind. He quickly dodged Arwen's angry fist and stood. She was yelling him in their tongue. Elladan's eyes did not leave mine. But I did not feel the same pulling from before. Anger grew within me. So this bastard could control it. He was aware of what he was doing to me. I stood up. Arwen stopped talking as I walked by her. I stopped in front of Elladan. He stared down at me, his eyes and face emotionless.
"Why are you doing that?" I asked, not intimidated by his mask.
"I want to know." Elladan said simply. I took a deep breath.
"Did it ever occur to you that I don't want to relive such things?" Elladan didn't answer. "Will you keep doing that anyway?" He looked at me for a moment, and then nodded. Fire took hold of my body. I struck him. He stumbled backwards in surprise.
"Elladan." Elladan turned to face his father. Elladan only offered three words as an explanation.
"It was necessary." His blue eyes looked back on me, my shuddering from. He walked over to me, and placed a gentle hand on my chin. I prepared myself for hell again as he tilted my face upwards. Instead of the horrible prying feeling, I was drowning in his mind.
A scene filled my mind. A field of grass extended into all directions, surrounded by wide sloping mountains. A woman sat on a blanket, humming to herself as she did needlework. I approached the woman. She turned to look at me, her eyes twinkling merrily at me.
"Hello, Elladan baby." Elladan? The wind blew past me, wrapping me in a sweet scent. My raven hair blew past me. The woman took me into her arms and sat me on her lap. She started to braid the hair as she sang. A pure boy voice added to her song. In surprise I realized it was coming from my mouth. I had no clue what it was about. Soon both voices stopped and laughter burst forth. The woman and I fell backwards in a fit of tickling. After a moment we both stopped, and I glazed up into the woman's azure eyes. Pure love shone through those eyes.
"I love you, momma."
"I love you too, baby."
"There." Elladan said as he pulled away. "An exchange."
"Grandmother would not approve!" Arwen growled. Elladan's grin appeared again.
"Wouldn't she?"
"I lived with her too, Elladan!"
"Yes, but I can speak with her over miles. How do you know if she speaks to me now?" Arwen's mouth opened and closed. Elladan's eyes focused on me.
"I am sorry I have brought up painful memories. It would not be necessary if you spoke of it."
"And why do I even need to speak of it?" I demanded, staring away from him.
"Because Jack, if you don't you will not heal."
"I don't need to be healed."
"I think you disproved that tonight." He bowed deeply. "You've proven to be quite a mystery, Lady Jack. I will find you in the morning." And with that he turned on his heel and strode out of the room. Arwen nearly ran out after him, Elrohir on her heels. Elrond simply sighed.
"Forgive my Lord Elladan. He knows many things. Ever since...ever since he drank from Galadriel's mirror he' s been so different from the elf I used to know. When there is something he doesn't know, he'll do much to find it out." Fealin said standing. I stared at his bare chest. Fealin shook his head, murmuring something about no manners as he pulled on his tunic.
"Come Fealin, let us leave Jack to her sleep." Elrond said standing himself. He brushed some hair out of my face. "Do not let my son disturb you." Pulling his hand away, he bowed. "Sweet dreams Jack. If you need anything, just ring and a maid will come." I nodded slightly. Fealin bowed to me.
"Goodnight Lady. And any time you need to tear me up, please feel free to call." I felt heat flush to my cheeks. Then the two departed. I stared at the door for the longest time. With a groan I turned from it and threw myself onto the bed.
I've made an idiot of myself in front of them. I bet every elf in this place knows of my foolishness. And where the hell is this place anyway? How in fuck's name did I get sent here? What of my home? I winced. Okay, what of America; would I ever see it again?
With another groan I rolled onto my back. I stared up at the ceiling again.
Daddy.
The guilt filled me again. Suddenly the smell and the feel of the wind surrounded me. The guilt lessened. I killed my own father—the woman's voice came into my ears, interrupting my thoughts. I closed my eyes. Her song over took me and suddenly I was deep inside my own mind. The warm sun beat down on me. I opened my eyes to see the woman looking down at me with a grin.
"I love you, baby." I was in Elladan's memory! I started to get up but found I couldn't. Her voice filled the air again. My eyes grew heavy.
"That's it baby, go to sleep. Momma's right here." Sleep took me.