Whew, you can all breath again, the next chapter is here! Sorry for the
late post, but you can blame that on ff.net, since it wouldn't let me on
for the last couple of days.
Now Anita, you can't just go and start beating my characters up, you have to ask first, *tsk, tsk, shame on you* Grin*
'True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable'
-Gentry-
Chapter 6: Many thoughts
It was early morning when Elrohir woke, casting blurry eyes around the room. He could see Elladan in the bed near the door, just a short distance away from him. He groaned slightly as he sat up, rubbing his pounding head softly.
"Rest Elrohir, you are still not well."
Elrohir turned as his father walked up besides him, gently pushing him back down.
"Ada?" he whispered softly.
He vaguely remembered being found on the hillside, and had remembered nothing of the trip home.
The elven king gently hushed his son as he wiped his forehead with a warm cloth. "It's all right, your home now."
But Elrohir shook his head. "Estel.." he whispered softly.
Elrond placed gentle fingers on his lips, "Just rest, everything will be fine," he told him softly.
Elrohir sighed softly as he closed his eyes, slipping back into darkness.
Elrond watched his son for a moment before returning to the window. He hoped in his heart that the words he had spoken were true.
"Don't lose hope, young one," whispered softly.
***********
The afternoon sun was hot as the young boy struggled to lift the large rocks. Dust swirled softly around his ankles as he stumbled slightly. Estel's throat was dry, and his head swam from the heat.
Dropping the rock down Estel rubbed his throat softly. A small scratch still remained on his throat from the knife they had place against his throat. He could still hear the harsh spoken words.
He had been forced to work, mortals were not welcomed here in the village. He came to find out that he was not the only mortal there. There were a whole handful of kids here that had been forced to work. At night they were locked in a cell below ground.
He glanced around, checking to see if the guard had left his post, but no such luck. The elf still sat on the large rock, staring up in the sky. His blonde hair settled around his back, his blue eyes were passive as he gave a sigh.
Estel turned back to his work, lifting yet another rock to move it out of the way. The elves were going to turn this large patch of dirt into a garden, and it was his job to clear the rocks from it.
He had been working for several ours now, and he started to feel dizzy. He swayed, stumbling as he fell to his knees. To his right the elf jumped up from the rock a quickly strode toward him as Estel struggled to stand.
A firm hand grabbed his arm, pulling him up and before he could pull away a flask was pressed to his lips. He swallowed the liquid automatically, without question. It took him a moment to realize that it was water he was being forced to drink. The elf waited until he was sure the young boy had his feet under him before letting him go.
"Get back to work before someone else sees," he said softly, before making his way back to the rock.
Estel watched for a moment longer before obeying, the water slowly refreshing him. He gave a soft sigh of relief as his thoughts turned inward. He missed his family, and wished that he could go home. If only the elves would let him. He wondered what they were doing, and he hoped dearly that his brothers were all right.
He shook his head, moving the hair from his eyes. Only time would tell, he told himself quietly. It was something Elrond had told him many of times. Only time would tell.
************
Night had fallen and the slaves had locked in their cells. The elf that was walking down the corridor shook his head at the thought. He did not agree with the others on their thoughts on the mortals. He believed that mortals could be good, but despite what he said, his thoughts were always looked down upon.
"Where are you going?"
The elf stopped as another walked up besides him. The elf, unlike him, had dark hair, his eyes carried the same blue color as his did. Despite the differences between them, the two were brothers.
"What do you want Andoliel?" the elf asked softly.
"I saw what you did today," Andoliel stated.
The elf stiffened slightly. He remembered what had happened last time he had broken the rules by helping a mortal. He closed his eyes as painful memories slowly floated through his mind.
"I care for you Caycayal, but I cannot save you from your own foolish mistakes. Your lucky no one else saw you," Andoliel warned his brother softly.
Caycayal nodded, and continued down the hallway.
"Your heart is too soft my brother. I warn you, stay away from them. They have no hearts, they ruin beauty and life, and I don't want to see them ruin you too. I will keep this incident quiet, but I cannot promise you that I will next time."
Caycayal stopped and turned, but the hall now stood empty. He could not forget what had happened last time, he never wanted to face the pain and torture again. He shook his head, trying to clear the memories of his past out, but could not. He doubted that he would ever be able to. His heart stood empty, just as the hall before him. And he felt that his heart would always be empty.
TBC.
Please read and review.
Now Anita, you can't just go and start beating my characters up, you have to ask first, *tsk, tsk, shame on you* Grin*
'True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable'
-Gentry-
Chapter 6: Many thoughts
It was early morning when Elrohir woke, casting blurry eyes around the room. He could see Elladan in the bed near the door, just a short distance away from him. He groaned slightly as he sat up, rubbing his pounding head softly.
"Rest Elrohir, you are still not well."
Elrohir turned as his father walked up besides him, gently pushing him back down.
"Ada?" he whispered softly.
He vaguely remembered being found on the hillside, and had remembered nothing of the trip home.
The elven king gently hushed his son as he wiped his forehead with a warm cloth. "It's all right, your home now."
But Elrohir shook his head. "Estel.." he whispered softly.
Elrond placed gentle fingers on his lips, "Just rest, everything will be fine," he told him softly.
Elrohir sighed softly as he closed his eyes, slipping back into darkness.
Elrond watched his son for a moment before returning to the window. He hoped in his heart that the words he had spoken were true.
"Don't lose hope, young one," whispered softly.
***********
The afternoon sun was hot as the young boy struggled to lift the large rocks. Dust swirled softly around his ankles as he stumbled slightly. Estel's throat was dry, and his head swam from the heat.
Dropping the rock down Estel rubbed his throat softly. A small scratch still remained on his throat from the knife they had place against his throat. He could still hear the harsh spoken words.
He had been forced to work, mortals were not welcomed here in the village. He came to find out that he was not the only mortal there. There were a whole handful of kids here that had been forced to work. At night they were locked in a cell below ground.
He glanced around, checking to see if the guard had left his post, but no such luck. The elf still sat on the large rock, staring up in the sky. His blonde hair settled around his back, his blue eyes were passive as he gave a sigh.
Estel turned back to his work, lifting yet another rock to move it out of the way. The elves were going to turn this large patch of dirt into a garden, and it was his job to clear the rocks from it.
He had been working for several ours now, and he started to feel dizzy. He swayed, stumbling as he fell to his knees. To his right the elf jumped up from the rock a quickly strode toward him as Estel struggled to stand.
A firm hand grabbed his arm, pulling him up and before he could pull away a flask was pressed to his lips. He swallowed the liquid automatically, without question. It took him a moment to realize that it was water he was being forced to drink. The elf waited until he was sure the young boy had his feet under him before letting him go.
"Get back to work before someone else sees," he said softly, before making his way back to the rock.
Estel watched for a moment longer before obeying, the water slowly refreshing him. He gave a soft sigh of relief as his thoughts turned inward. He missed his family, and wished that he could go home. If only the elves would let him. He wondered what they were doing, and he hoped dearly that his brothers were all right.
He shook his head, moving the hair from his eyes. Only time would tell, he told himself quietly. It was something Elrond had told him many of times. Only time would tell.
************
Night had fallen and the slaves had locked in their cells. The elf that was walking down the corridor shook his head at the thought. He did not agree with the others on their thoughts on the mortals. He believed that mortals could be good, but despite what he said, his thoughts were always looked down upon.
"Where are you going?"
The elf stopped as another walked up besides him. The elf, unlike him, had dark hair, his eyes carried the same blue color as his did. Despite the differences between them, the two were brothers.
"What do you want Andoliel?" the elf asked softly.
"I saw what you did today," Andoliel stated.
The elf stiffened slightly. He remembered what had happened last time he had broken the rules by helping a mortal. He closed his eyes as painful memories slowly floated through his mind.
"I care for you Caycayal, but I cannot save you from your own foolish mistakes. Your lucky no one else saw you," Andoliel warned his brother softly.
Caycayal nodded, and continued down the hallway.
"Your heart is too soft my brother. I warn you, stay away from them. They have no hearts, they ruin beauty and life, and I don't want to see them ruin you too. I will keep this incident quiet, but I cannot promise you that I will next time."
Caycayal stopped and turned, but the hall now stood empty. He could not forget what had happened last time, he never wanted to face the pain and torture again. He shook his head, trying to clear the memories of his past out, but could not. He doubted that he would ever be able to. His heart stood empty, just as the hall before him. And he felt that his heart would always be empty.
TBC.
Please read and review.