Elrond sat in bed, "How can one girl get me this upset?" he mused. Snapping his fingers, a servant rushed to his side. "Spiced wine, quickly please." He was promptly brought his ale and sipped it slowly, trying to forget the words oof earlier.
"You will let me walk to death?" They clouded his mind. This was one of his favourite young elves. A girl who had brought a smile to his face even when he was trying to scold her, the girl who kept Mirkwood and Rivendell in somewhat civil terms. Her words were true though. He would not risk Thranduil's anger for a young girl. (The girl who is like a neice to me) he sighed. (She must go with the Fellowship, regardless.) He downed the last of his wine and the servant hastily took it from him. Elrond stood up, and walked towards the window, hands placed on the sil, and looked at the moon, a thick cresent hanging seemingly suspended by a string of stars. "Valar help me."
"You will let me walk to death?" They clouded his mind. This was one of his favourite young elves. A girl who had brought a smile to his face even when he was trying to scold her, the girl who kept Mirkwood and Rivendell in somewhat civil terms. Her words were true though. He would not risk Thranduil's anger for a young girl. (The girl who is like a neice to me) he sighed. (She must go with the Fellowship, regardless.) He downed the last of his wine and the servant hastily took it from him. Elrond stood up, and walked towards the window, hands placed on the sil, and looked at the moon, a thick cresent hanging seemingly suspended by a string of stars. "Valar help me."
