Amnesia

Jo March

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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 perhaps. The twins had a perplexed look on their faces, this could not possible be their father. He was only a child.

Gandalf took on look at Elrond and he knew just what was wrong. Blast! I got the *lin* wrong. Now he is younger, and has 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 had not been forced 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. Elrond wondered what had affected them so, he also wondered who they were. The woman was exceptionally fair, and the other two were very striking and handsome.

He decided that if they wouldn't talk then he would have to. Why couldn't Elros have been here? His brother was much friendlier and outgoing than he was. Well, there was no point wishing when you know you cannot have it, it was one of Gil-galad's favorite sayings. Elrond took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"Um, M-mae govannen, non Elrond Peredhil Eärendilion. Man ess lîn?" 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 muinthell 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. She was so pretty, and she reminded Elrond of what his mother had looked like.

He mumbled, "I know." Elrond's cheeks flushed at her words. The little Elf knew there was nothing to fear.

"Well then, we shall find you some clothes, and get a good breakfast. How does that sound?" Arwen lifted his chin with her finger in the same manner he had done to her just two nights before.

"That's fine with me." He smiled at her, she was nice.

"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; he had forgotten where he was. Arwen took his hand, and Elrond settled down. He was still a little dizzy and had to sit up very slowly so that the room would stay still and not spin in circles.

"The room should not be allowed to spin in such a manner," mumbled Elrond incoherently to no one imperticular.

Arwen propped him up with some pillows and made sure he was comfortable. "Here's some soup that I brought for you." She helped him to sit up slowly so that the soup would not be spilt all over.

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 manners. It would be fun, in a way, to have him as a child for a while.

Arwen had been so deep in thought that 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 necessary."

"Really? Why's that?" Arwen raised on eyebrow much the same way her father could.

"Well, I'll be going back to Gil-galad soon, won't I?" Elrond's eyebrow mimicked that of his sell, though he did not realize it.

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 quietly, waiting for them to notice her.

"Oh, Arwen, we were just talking about you." Elrohir gave Arwen a cheeky look, she just ignored him and walked on to where Gandalf was sitting.

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

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

"What are we going to do about Father?" Arwen broke up the fight between her muindor.

"We're not sure yet," Gandalf spoke up from his place in the corner. He was puffing away on his pipe, and the three Elves tried to stay upwind from the smoke it was producing.

"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, muinthell?" Elladan interrupted Arwen

"I am getting to that if you just wait. As I was saying, 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 anyone's 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. Elrond looked around the room, it was silent, no one moved.

"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, si- I mean Elladan." Elrond looked up afraid he had done something wrong. He and Elladan were gone for over two hours as he got the best tour ever given of Rivendell. First they explored the inside, then progressed toward the gardens.

Elladan first showed his father the expansive garden's the covered most of Imladris, then he gently led him towards "The Garden." It was his father's personal garden that he had planted and tended himself. It was in full bloom this time of year, late spring.

*lin- chant*

*Well met (man govannen) (hello), I am (non) Elrond Peredhil, son of Eärendil. What are your names?

A/N: Okay, this is it for this chapter. My goodness did I ever find a bunch of mistakes in here, you poor people had to read it, ahhh! I did not do to much to this chapter, but some new formatting so that it is easier for you to read. Thank you to all who have read this new version so far. Up next is the surprise ending. Yeah! I can't wait, because it is a surprise for me too.