Toilken characters do not belong to me. I am only borrowing them.
The three elves stood in silence as they studied the mortal. Elrond turned away first, saying, "Have her brought to my chambers." He left them in stunned silence. After a moment, Elwynne began to weep silently. Arden let her continue for a time without comment. Then she said, "Tears will not help our friend or her beloved. For the time we must do was is asked of us and have the hope that the love between them can over come any enchantment."
When Adara awoke, she felt weak and tired. Although it was midday, the room had been darkened for her comfort. She sat up and realized this was not her room. The surroundings were more elegant, more fitting for a king.
She swung her feet from the bed and as they touched the floor the room brightened and she could see the falls directly in front of her. The entire wall of the room was open to the falls, yet she could not hear them. Adara made her way slowly to the window and gazed out at the rushing water. Something tugged at her memory, yet she could not pull it free. Her heart felt strangely heavy. As she stood there, struggling, the door behind her opened.
"So, you have pulled yourself from your dreams to join us." A voice behind her said lightly. It sounded somewhat familiar and she turned to look upon who it belonged to.
She gasped to see Elrond standing there, yet for a strange notion, it did not surprise her. Still, yet, she felt this unusual connection to him. And, in his presence her heart seemed heavier. He crossed the floor to stand before her. Soon whatever it was that had been pulling at her memory vanished as he took her hand.
Elrond opened the doors to his rooms, not knowing what to expect. She had slept for several days and they all feared what had been done had been done in vain. He had only been to see her sleeping form twice since he bound her to himself. Each time he gazed upon her face, her hold on him became stronger. He had not thought through his decision to claim her. For an Elf as old and experienced as he, he had acted as impulsively as the young Legolas.
He looked first at the bed and saw it was empty. His heart leapt with an emotion he had not felt since Arwen's mother. He saw her standing in front of the falls and he thought "What fools we be.". Trying not to sound too foolish nor too arrogant, he spoke.
"Have I been ill? It seems that I can remember nothing, save what I know to be memory from weeks before. I remember... no, I do not, I am at a loss." she told him as he drew her close. "You have been ill. There was a relapse concerning your wound." he told her stroking her hair. She looked up at him, "I am better now?" she asked. "Yes, you are better." he kissed her forehead, thinking she has forgotten all of what transpired between she and Legolas. He had wondered if any memory of Legolas would survive the binding and the thought of that happening filled him with a jealousy as unfamiliar to him as the emotion he felt for this mortal. He framed her small face with his hands and said, "You are much better." then he kissed her lips.
Adara's pulse had quickened when Elrond kissed her forehead, but her heart had leapt when he had took her face in his hands. Yet, as he kissed her, something seemed wrong. In the end the enchantment seemed too strong and she let herself be swept away by his word and his touch.