Amnesia

Jo March

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot of the story.

A/N: Hey, thanks for all the great reviews. Right now my class at school is reading my stories. Okay, I'll admit it; I'm forcing them too. My friend _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is proofing one of them and will start on the next one soon, I hope. Who can guess my friend's name? I have the right number of blanks up. You might get a prize (not really, I just want to know what you think her name is).

Chapter Six: Oh my Gosh! : 0

Elrond was just finishing his conversation with himself as Arwen, Elladan, Elrohir, and Gandalf walked in. Arwen's face lit when she saw her father sitting up in bed, but he looked different, younger. Gandalf took on look at Elrond and he knew just what was wrong. Blast! I got the *lin* wrong. Now he is younger, and had that part of his memory back. I can't believe this. Gandalf sat down in a chair. Elladan and Elrohir were still staring at their father, and Arwen was looking at Gandalf, wishing Aragorn hadn't had to leave this morning. Elrond wasn't quiet sure what to think, he had met Gandalf once, but he had never seen the other three. They were staring at him like was some kind of ghost or something like that.

He decided that if they wouldn't talk then he would have to. Why couldn't Elros have been here? He was much more friendly and out going. Oh well, no use wishing for something that you can't have. "Um, m-mae groven. Im Elrond Peredhil Eärendilion." He was obviously frightened, he stuttered when he got frightened. Arwen heart was instantly melted, like butter on a warm day. She sat down on her father's bed and took his hand in hers, and gave him her sweet smile. The twins were a little bit more reserved than their adored sister was. They all now had an idea about what had happened to their father.

"It's alright, you don't have to be afraid, we won't hurt you." Elrond looked up at Arwen and gave her a shy crooked half grin, then looked down again.

He mumbled, "I know."

"Well then, we shall find you some clothes, and get a good breakfast. How does that sound?"

"That's fine with me."

"Okay then, Elladan and Elrohir go fine some of your old clothes and I'll tell Nardol to get breakfast going. Gandalf will you stay here to keep Fa- Elrond company?" With that the twins and Arwen left the room. Elrond was left with Gandalf, who was still kicking himself for messing up the lin.

Elrond was getting restless just waiting, he needed to get out of bed. He silently slid out of bed, as his feet hit the floor, the room seemed to spin. His feet were unstable, he made a grab for the bed, but missed and tumbled into a heap on the floor. The last thing he saw was Arwen enter the room.

When he finally awoke, panic over came him, hehad forgotten where he was. Arwen took his hand, and Elrond settled down. He was still a little dizy and had to sit up very slowly so that he wouldn't be overcome with nausea. Arwen propped him up with some pillows and made sure he was comfotable. "Here's some soup that I brought for you."

Elrond mumbled a thank you, and started eating. He devoured the soup and started hard at the bowl, as if it could produce more soup. Arwen smiled as she watched her father eat, he had always had perfect maners. It would be fun, in a way, to have him as a child for a while. She didn't notice that Elrond had finished his soup and was staring at her. "Oh! You're done. Here are some clothes that Elladan and Elrohir brought for you. We'll get some more made for you soon."

"Thank you, but that won't be neccessary."

"Really? Why's that?"

"Well, I'll be going back to Gil-galad soon, won't I?"

Arwen let out a small sigh. She knew that this would be impossible, but how would they tell him? She'd leave that up to Gandalf and the twins. "Well, here are the clothes. I'll be back soon to show you around."

"Thank you." He bowed low, in traditional Elvish custom. Arwen left the room in search of Gandalf and her brothers, she found them in her father's throne room. They were talking in hushed tones about something. She stood quitely, waiting for them to notice her.

"Oh, Arwen, we were just talking about you."

"You don't tell people that, idiot."

"Shut your mouth, Elladan, as if you don't!"

"What are we going to do about Father?"

"We're not sure yet," Gandalf spoke up from his place in the corner.

"We're going to have to tell him soon. He is already anxious to get back to his Master Gil-galad. He's..."

"He's what, sis?"

"He is so young..., and naive, and so vulnerable. I don't know how he will take it. Is there anything, anything at all you could do Gandalf?" Arwen looked at Gandalf with such pleading eyes, it could make anyones heart break.

"I'm afraid there's not much I can do. I have been trying to think of something to counter the lin, but I can't. I'm afraid we must just be patient and wait. There's...." Elrond walked in before Gandalf could finish his sentence.

"Is there something I need to know?" The adults looked at each other, everyone felt guilty.

"No, not yet." Elladan bent down on one knee so that he could be at eye level with his father. "How about I go show you around Rivendell, would you like that?"

"Oh, yes very much, sir!"

"Alright, we'll do that." They walked off hand in hand, just as they were about to pass out of hearing they hear, "You don't have to call me 'sir' Elladan is just fine."

"Yes, sir. I mean Elladan." Elrond looked up afraid he had done somthing wrong. He and Elladan were gone for over two hours as he got the best tour ever given of Rivendell.

*lin- chant*

*Hello, I am Elrond Peredhil, son of Eärendil.*

A/N: I have had, or do have a serious case of writers' block! It's awful, I hate it.

My best friend: Hate is a strong word.

Me: I really don't care! You don't write so you wouldn't know.

MBF: I would to know, I know everything.

Me: Sure you do! Then who is Eärendil?

MBF: Who? Is he one of the crazy guys from the LotR?

Eärendil: Hey that's not nice! I'm not crazy, my wife went crazy, not ME!

Me: Look you just made the Elves favorite star mad. That's wasn't nice.

MBF: The have celebrities in the Lord of the Rings? I didn't know that.

Me: See you don't know everything. He is a star, literally! You know the things that hang in the sky at night.

MBF: Shut up, I knew that, I was just, umm, testing you. Yeah! I was testing you.

Undómiel: Don't talk about my grandfather like that.

MBF: No! Not you, you're the ghost who haunts my friends computer! Back, back you evil demon!

Me: It's okay Arwen, we don't hate you, just Liv Tyler because she stole Glorfindel's part. *A million Glorfindel fan girls pop up out of nowhere and start chasing Arwen* Oh, well she should be able save herself.

MBF: Was that Liv Tyler?

Me: No, that was Arwen, the real one.

MBF: Why am I talking about the LotR's?

Me: Because it is the only thing I know how to talk about.

MBF: O_0 Oh, I knew that.

Me: Sure, we all believe you.

My Best Friend's Evil Step Sister: Yeah Beanie, we all believe you.

MBF: Shut your mouth D------- S----- L------'s!

Me: Okay, I'm leaving now. *Suddenly something lands on top of DSL.*

DSL: Get off of me you little freak!

Frodo: *near tears* I didn't mean too. It was an acspedent! I promise!

MBF and me: It's okay Frodo, she's just mean. *We both start laughing hysterically*

DSL: *makes pouty face* I'm leaving, you guys are all big bullies! (My nephew calls me that)

Suddenly the rest of the Fellowship and Gollum show up.

A.: Where are we?

Me: In the mist of my evil imagination Mmmwwaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaa!!!!!!! *I wake up a find out that it was all a dream *tears* nnnnooooooottttttttt ffffffaaaaaaaaiiiiiiirrrrrrr!!!!!!! They are mine!!!!! Alllll mmmmmmiiiinnnnnneee!!!!!!*

A/N: My best friend and I did actually have a conversation that I was using the LotR character to talk to her. She threatened to log off and leave me. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It wasn't really what I meant it to be. I am thinking about do a humorous fic soon you chose, Yes or No, please tell me.