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The_ringspell: Ah, so my life is safe! For a while at least. . . yeah, that plot is probably going to either thicken a lot more or. . .well, or stay thin.
Teresa: Then check again. And really, the arrogance and condescending manner? That is not necessary.
Passion Lover: As for what's going to happen to her, quite a bit--I tend to make my characters suffer. Why they did that is explained later, you'll just have to wait. I'll try to post more often, though.
Iamawriter: Thanks! As for the chapters, hey, there are going to be a lot, at least.
Len: What happened. . .it is explained a little more in this chapter or the next, but basically her village was attack and everybody died.
Tap-dancing hobbit: So things would appear! Mwu haha. . .Thanks, and I think I will post, tempting as it is to tell you.
Aga_xris: You'll find out. . .
Sorry this chapter took so long!
*****
"Elladan, you are hiding something!" Legolas exclaimed. "What is it? Have you a lover?"
"No, have you?" Elladan replied slyly. "Some beautiful Elf-maiden back in Mirkwood?"
"No, but your sister is rather attractive. . ." Legolas joked, but Elladan did not take this joke well. He swung around, grabbed Legolas's collar, and smashed Legolas into the mud by the river.
"You keep your hands off my sister!" Elladan shouted.
"It was only a joke, Elladan," Legolas replied with a laugh. "Why are you so offended?"
"I am sorry," Elladan replied, helping his friend to his feet. "Lady Galadriel told Atara about one of her 'visions', and I happened to overhear. Arwen is to fall in love, she says, with someone dangerous. She says it could be her doom."
"Well I am really sorry, Elladan, I never meant to offend you, I didn't know," Legolas said.
"It is fine," Elladan said with a shrug, and they continued on their way up the stream. "Say, do you see that, Legolas?" Elladan pointed. "What is it?"
"It looks like. . .a person!" he exclaimed. "Let's go get a closer look." The two ran one, jumping and clambering over rocks and such. They finally reached someone face-down in the mud. Pointed ears proclaimed her an Elf, though one ear was inflamed and blistered. Half of her hair seemed to be missing, her clothing was in tatters, but she seemed to be alive, at the least. "She's breathing," Legolas observed.
"We should get her to my father," Elladan said, "she definitely is not well, maybe even dying." And with that he stood, taking the girl in his arms, and sprinted as fast as he could back to the heart of Imladris, to find Lord Elrond. "Ada!" Elladan screamed, making his way to the halls of healing. Legolas was a short way behind Elladan, adrenaline not pumping in his veins.
"Elladan, there is no need to shout--" Elrond began, but as soon as he saw his son he knew that this was untrue. Effortlessly he took the body of the girl from Elladan and stepped back into the hall he had left moments before. Elladan and Legolas followed close behind.
"Is she going to live?" Elladan asked. Legolas wondered what his friend cared if she lived or died, it was not as though they knew her.
"She is alive now, Elladan, though perhaps not for very much longer," Elrond replied, already having located and identified the girl's primary injuries. Her face was burned along the left cheek, luckily not the optical nerves, as was her ear. A portion of her hair had been singed off.
"But you can help her, right?" Elladan asked, nervous.
"I can do that, Elladan," Elrond replied, treating the burn on the girl's face as gently as possible. As if just remembering, he turned to the Elflings and said, "Perhaps it would be best for both of you to leave." And, of course, but "perhaps" Elrond meant "most certainly and do not question this decree".
As soon as the two were out of the room Elrond sighed audibly. The burns he could treat, and the other injuries as well, but the girl had suffered some psychological trauma. Her arms showed bruises of the sort that generally were results of a struggle, and Elrond had a sinking feeling that he knew just what sort of struggle it had been.
Meanwhile, Legolas kicked at loose pebbles as Elladan sat with his head between his knees. "How much does it matter to you if she is well?" Legolas asked. "Was she a friend or a relative of yours?"
Elladan lifted his head to meet his friend's gaze. "It matters?" he asked, one eyebrow raised slightly. "She was somebody's friend or relative. That is all I need to know."
"But you are so worried!" Legolas exclaimed.
"She is a person, Legolas! Someone to someone, all right? I care if she lives or dies because somebody out there cares. If we had not found her, carried her back here, do you think no one would mourn her passing?"
It occurred then to Legolas that his friend must have seen someone else die, and witnessed or experienced the sorrow of such a loss. "Hey. . ." Legolas said, sitting down beside his friend.
"You just do not understand," Elladan sighed.
"That is so," Legolas agreed. "Who was it?"
Elladan rubbed his face. "No one I ever met. Ada still cries at night, though."
"Who does he cry for?" Legolas inquired softly.
"Someone named Elros," Elladan said with a shake of his head. "But, Legolas, does it not affect you, this knowledge? Someone like my father, so blatantly grieved by something that happened ages ago?"
Legolas thought on this for a long time in silence, before saying, "She will be all right, Elladan." He did not understand why he should be affected so by the idea of Elrond's misery, except that he felt some pity for Elrond and for Elladan.
The_ringspell: Ah, so my life is safe! For a while at least. . . yeah, that plot is probably going to either thicken a lot more or. . .well, or stay thin.
Teresa: Then check again. And really, the arrogance and condescending manner? That is not necessary.
Passion Lover: As for what's going to happen to her, quite a bit--I tend to make my characters suffer. Why they did that is explained later, you'll just have to wait. I'll try to post more often, though.
Iamawriter: Thanks! As for the chapters, hey, there are going to be a lot, at least.
Len: What happened. . .it is explained a little more in this chapter or the next, but basically her village was attack and everybody died.
Tap-dancing hobbit: So things would appear! Mwu haha. . .Thanks, and I think I will post, tempting as it is to tell you.
Aga_xris: You'll find out. . .
Sorry this chapter took so long!
*****
"Elladan, you are hiding something!" Legolas exclaimed. "What is it? Have you a lover?"
"No, have you?" Elladan replied slyly. "Some beautiful Elf-maiden back in Mirkwood?"
"No, but your sister is rather attractive. . ." Legolas joked, but Elladan did not take this joke well. He swung around, grabbed Legolas's collar, and smashed Legolas into the mud by the river.
"You keep your hands off my sister!" Elladan shouted.
"It was only a joke, Elladan," Legolas replied with a laugh. "Why are you so offended?"
"I am sorry," Elladan replied, helping his friend to his feet. "Lady Galadriel told Atara about one of her 'visions', and I happened to overhear. Arwen is to fall in love, she says, with someone dangerous. She says it could be her doom."
"Well I am really sorry, Elladan, I never meant to offend you, I didn't know," Legolas said.
"It is fine," Elladan said with a shrug, and they continued on their way up the stream. "Say, do you see that, Legolas?" Elladan pointed. "What is it?"
"It looks like. . .a person!" he exclaimed. "Let's go get a closer look." The two ran one, jumping and clambering over rocks and such. They finally reached someone face-down in the mud. Pointed ears proclaimed her an Elf, though one ear was inflamed and blistered. Half of her hair seemed to be missing, her clothing was in tatters, but she seemed to be alive, at the least. "She's breathing," Legolas observed.
"We should get her to my father," Elladan said, "she definitely is not well, maybe even dying." And with that he stood, taking the girl in his arms, and sprinted as fast as he could back to the heart of Imladris, to find Lord Elrond. "Ada!" Elladan screamed, making his way to the halls of healing. Legolas was a short way behind Elladan, adrenaline not pumping in his veins.
"Elladan, there is no need to shout--" Elrond began, but as soon as he saw his son he knew that this was untrue. Effortlessly he took the body of the girl from Elladan and stepped back into the hall he had left moments before. Elladan and Legolas followed close behind.
"Is she going to live?" Elladan asked. Legolas wondered what his friend cared if she lived or died, it was not as though they knew her.
"She is alive now, Elladan, though perhaps not for very much longer," Elrond replied, already having located and identified the girl's primary injuries. Her face was burned along the left cheek, luckily not the optical nerves, as was her ear. A portion of her hair had been singed off.
"But you can help her, right?" Elladan asked, nervous.
"I can do that, Elladan," Elrond replied, treating the burn on the girl's face as gently as possible. As if just remembering, he turned to the Elflings and said, "Perhaps it would be best for both of you to leave." And, of course, but "perhaps" Elrond meant "most certainly and do not question this decree".
As soon as the two were out of the room Elrond sighed audibly. The burns he could treat, and the other injuries as well, but the girl had suffered some psychological trauma. Her arms showed bruises of the sort that generally were results of a struggle, and Elrond had a sinking feeling that he knew just what sort of struggle it had been.
Meanwhile, Legolas kicked at loose pebbles as Elladan sat with his head between his knees. "How much does it matter to you if she is well?" Legolas asked. "Was she a friend or a relative of yours?"
Elladan lifted his head to meet his friend's gaze. "It matters?" he asked, one eyebrow raised slightly. "She was somebody's friend or relative. That is all I need to know."
"But you are so worried!" Legolas exclaimed.
"She is a person, Legolas! Someone to someone, all right? I care if she lives or dies because somebody out there cares. If we had not found her, carried her back here, do you think no one would mourn her passing?"
It occurred then to Legolas that his friend must have seen someone else die, and witnessed or experienced the sorrow of such a loss. "Hey. . ." Legolas said, sitting down beside his friend.
"You just do not understand," Elladan sighed.
"That is so," Legolas agreed. "Who was it?"
Elladan rubbed his face. "No one I ever met. Ada still cries at night, though."
"Who does he cry for?" Legolas inquired softly.
"Someone named Elros," Elladan said with a shake of his head. "But, Legolas, does it not affect you, this knowledge? Someone like my father, so blatantly grieved by something that happened ages ago?"
Legolas thought on this for a long time in silence, before saying, "She will be all right, Elladan." He did not understand why he should be affected so by the idea of Elrond's misery, except that he felt some pity for Elrond and for Elladan.