Here's the next part. Sorry, no Interlude yet, but Lord and King is up at the ezboard I mentioned earlier, if you want to read the story that started this all.
Italics are Sindarin, plain is Common Tongue.
When Elrond Met Thranduil
"We need to hurry," Gil-galad said, rising to his feet and drawing Elros up with him. "Elrond, get the women and children someplace safe. Glorfindel, tell the guards to be on the lookout for any sort of trouble. Elros, you come with me. We should get the humans out of Rivendell. The disaster will strike here, at least they will be unharmed if we act quickly. Wait, actually, on second thought, Elros, go pack your things."
"You're sending me away?" Elros cried, horrified.
"No, I'm sending you with the humans. Keladron requested an elf return to Gondor with him, and this way you can remain close to Gwyddia. It would please you, wouldn't it?"
"After all," Elrond added, struggling to hide the pain in his voice by covering it with anger. "Rivendell is a dwelling place for the immortals. Living amongst humans would suit you better, wouldn't it?"
"Elrond!" Gil-galad scolded. Elrond ran from the room, into Thranduil. He brushed past the golden elf and fled.
Thranduil poked his head in and looked at the three elves remaining. "What happened here? Why is Elrond so upset?"
"I'm mortal now," Elros whispered. "He's mad at me."
Thranduil's eyes widened. "Mortal? Elros, you're joking, right?" Elros shook his head sadly and pushed past Thranduil, headed towards his room. Thranduil looked up at Gil-galad, who nodded solemnly. He bit his lip before deciding to chase after Elrond.
"Hello Elros . . . are you going somewhere?" Gwyddia stood in Elros' doorway, watching him shove clothes in a bag. Elros looked up at her, tears shimmering in his eyes. "Are you alright, Elros? What's wrong?"
"Elrond hates me, Gil-galad's disappointed with me, Thranduil's siding with Elrond, I bet, Glorfindel's remembering his horrible past clearly because of me, I brought a disaster upon Rivendell, I'm fully mortal now, and Gil-galad's kicking me out. That's what's wrong." Elros' voice quavered and broke as he choked out the words, burying his head in his hands. Gwyddia sat beside him, pulling him into her arms.
"Oh Elros, I only caught a few names in that, but I can tell you're distressed. I wish I could help you, but I couldn't understand what you said. Please tell me!"
Elros sighed and swiped at his eyes with one hand. "I'm going to Gondor with you and the other humans as soon as possible and all the elves here hate me. That's what's wrong."
Gwyddia frowned. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but isn't that a good thing? Not all the elves hating you, but you coming back to Gondor with me? I mean, just the other day, you were saying you were dreading the day I'd leave you. Now you're dreading the day we don't get separated?"
"It's not something I can explain," Elros snapped, pushing her away. He instantly regretted his actions and rubbed his face. "I'm sorry, Gwyddia, this has just been a really horrible, stressful day. I didn't mean to yell at you."
"That's alright," Gwyddia assured him. "Do you need help packing? I can help, if you want me to."
Thranduil knocked on the open door. "Elrond won't talk to me either. Do you need any help?"
Elros glared at Thranduil. "Not from you! Go bother someone else! Leave me alone!"
"Elros?" Elros flung a book at Thranduil. The younger elf dodged it and fled. Why was Elros so mad at him?
"Elros," Gwyddia gently chided him. "that wasn't very nice."
"Like I care right now. Please go away, Gwyddia, I wish to be alone."
Gwyddia pouted, but she left as Elros asked. As she closed the door behind her, she looked over her shoulder. Elros was slumped over; his face buried in his hands. His shoulders shook with silent sobs. Gwyddia frowned and went off in search of someone who could explain what happened.
Before Elros knew it, he was on a horse leaving for Gondor with Gwyddia. Most of Rivendell had gathered to send them off. Many elves had tearful smiles, knowing that they may never see their little troublemaker again. Elrond was absent from the farewell party but Thranduil had come. He stood beside Glorfindel, tearfully waving to Elros.
"Good-bye! Good luck! Farewell! Have a safe journey! We'll miss you!"
Elros waved back, struggling not to cry. For as long as he could remember, Rivendell had been his home. He was still young, for an elf, and didn't feel ready to give up everything he'd ever known.
As the humans left Rivendell, Elros caught a glimpse of movement from the lookout. Elrond stood, silhouetted against the windows, scowling down at his brother. When Elros turned to him, Elrond turned away. Elros hung his head, knowing very well how long Elrond could carry a grudge. He may never live to receive Elrond's forgiveness.
Rosalyn rode up beside Elros on her new pony, a gift from the elves. She rested her hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?" she whispered.
He shook his head. "I'm not, but I won't be for a while, and it's nothing you can do anything about. Just leave me be."
Rosalyn sighed. It was going to be a long trip home.
It's short, but I was feeling really bad about the delay! Sorry! Next chapter hopefully will be up sooner!
~Crawler