Amnesia
By Jo March
Disclaimer: As we all know I do not know the Lord of the Rings, or anything in it. The plot of this story is my own idea.
Summary: Elrond decides to walk in the woods, and he receives a nasty knock on the head. This blow to the head results in severe amnesia. Will Elrond ever remember? How will his family take this news? Okay, enough! On with the story.
Chapter One: A Walk Though the Woods
"Father, I do not believe that it is safe for you to go walking alone, especially in the woods. As you well know, evil has again come. It is not safe for anyone to be out alone at this time of evening." Arwen pleaded with her father not to go. She voiced her concerns for him with much love and compassion as a daughter can have for her father.
"I'll be fine," Elrond assured his daughter, "I can take care of myself, and I am an adult. Do not worry, my Undómiel." He lifted his daughter's chin with his finger and gazed deep into her eyes. "I promise, I shall be especially careful, for your sake." Elrond smiled at his youngest child.
"I know you will, but I still can't help worrying, Ada. I cannot stand the thought of you getting hurt," Arwen stepped into her father's waiting embrace.
"Just set your mind at rest, my daughter. I will not be gone for over two hours. I am in need some time to clear my mind. With the Ring being found, well, I am more burdened than usual."
"I know. Namarië, Atar, I shalt see you when you return." With that Lord Elrond Peredhil started on his evening walk.
All was going fine, the night was young and beautiful. It sorely reminded him of Celebrian and the love they had shared together. Oh, to see, to touch, or merely hear her speak again would bring so much pleasure. They had shared so much. Not since she had passed had Elrond allowed himself to dwell on these types of thoughts before. These thoughts shocked him, but, in a way, they gave him comfort no other could bring. Unbidden tears sprung to his eyes; quickly the Elven king swiped them away. How embarrassing it would be if someone were to come upon a great elvish king and see him crying.
Meanwhile back in Rivendell, Elladan and Elrohir had return from their latest adventure. Wondering where their father was they sought out their sister. Elladan and Elrohir quietly crept around behind their sister, who was involved deeply with her book. Elladan snatched Arwen's book out of her hand; while Elrohir held his sister against a tree as his prisoner. "Elladan, Elrohir! If you don't give me my book back, I'll..."
"You'll what?" taunted the twins.
"I'll tell Father about what you did to Hadir's hair!" Last time the peredhil family had visited Lothlorien the twins had been up to their usually pranks. Somehow Haldir's hair had become dyed a not-so-becoming shade of purple, but the boy's would not admit anything, saying that no one could prove them guilty.
"I don't seem to remember doing anything to his hair. Do you Elladan?"
"No, I can't bring up a memory about that either. This is quite an interesting book you have here Wen." commented Elladan, using Arwen's pet name that she hated with a passion.
"Well, Elly, what do you and Roro need?" countered Arwen using the names that she had used when she was child. They never ceased to annoy the her brother's.
"Do you know where Ada is? We have some news that he would be interested in?" Elladan casually asked his little sister.
"He went out for a walk a couple hours ago. I don't know if he has returned yet or not."
"He went by himself? Why'd you let him do that! He could be killed, kidnapped, or something," Elrohir sprung back from tree from which he had pinned his sister
"What did you want me to do, Elrohir? Tell him that he couldn't go. He is an adult and can take care of himself. I tried to convince him that he should stay, but he wouldn't listen." Arwen used the same words that their father had, not quiet believing them herself.
"It's all right, Undómiel, we'll find him."
Elrond had finally decided that it was about time to be returning to Imladris, for he had promised Arwen that he would return early, and the sun was beginning to sink over the Misty Mountains in the west. Oh, to go west and dwell with his beloved Celebrian. The Elvish lord smiled again at the thought of seeing his beloved again someday soon, but first the Ring had to be destroyed. Ah, and that was a grim thought. It brought back the horrid memories of the Last Alliance in which Elrond had commanded, where many of his friend's had fallen, Gil-galad not the least of these.
The sky had been overcast all day, and now it started to pour buckets of rain. This rain was spoiling his good clothes; never mind he had more back in Rivendell. The lighting and thunder boomed, clashed, banged, and smashed together in the sky. Bright flashes illuminated Elrond's path before him. As he turned the corner of the path his head collided with something, and he knew no more.
A/N: Okay, I am completely redoing this story. I hope that it turns out good. Some parts will be a lot different and other's you will recognize right away. More Elvish has been inserted into the text.