I am extremely busy and I hardly have any time to write this story, so
please forgive me for my delay in updating. I cannot promise to write more
quickly because I am losing more time each week due to certain projects. I
have no time on the weekends to write anymore, so I have to find time
during the week (which is next to none). Again, I am sorry that it will
take longer to update.
I think that a lot of people do not like these past chapters and I know that my writing has not been that great, mainly because I can't find much inspiration in these past chapters. I am trying to hurry along and get these boring chapters out of the way so that hopefully my readers will return. If you do not like these chapters, please tell me specifically why they do not appeal to you. I really, really could use the help.
I am still at a writer's block and I'm slowly losing interest in this story, which contributes again to my delay in updating. I'm trying to find a new approach to this story and jumping to new drama so that hopefully my interest will return.
Please continue to review whether because you do not like the story or because you do. I love to hear from my readers, so please don't be quiet!
I am working hard on the next chapter in order to ensure that it will be more interesting and much like my other writing, but I'm afraid this chapter was written much like the past few. Please excuse me for this bout of bad writing, I'm really trying to improve.
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A dull ringing echoed through the thin air, disrupting the silence that was usually so prevalent with this solitude. The sound was continuous and increasing in strength as it flowed into tainted ears; circulating and undulating, it soon became unbearable to the listener. It was such a monotonous buzzing that choked the other sounds away. Choking with no relent; choking because there was no future. The familiar darkness was ebbing closer, surrounding and then sequestering what was vital.
He was coming; and, yet, he had already left.
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Haemerethwen slowly blinked when she noticed an Elf walking through the bedroom door; she could not hear the usual sounds involved with the process, leaving her to only utilize her sight to comprehend that someone was entering her room. She remained impassive as she silently stared at the Elf, wondering if he was truly entering her room, or if it was just another illusion. The dull ringing cancelled out the words that she assumed he was speaking, for his mouth slowly moved. Blinking again, she decided to try and speak to him.
The Elf contorted his face into confusion as he listened to what Haemerethwen spoke; the she-Elf could not hear what she was stating and the other Elf could not comprehend the words. He stepped closer and began to speak again to her, but she still could not hear his words; that damned ringing still resonated within her skull. Shrugging and narrowing her eyes, she silently admitted her inability to understand.
Slowly, the Elf drew out a pouch and, after taking a sip, offered it to her. Haemerethwen stared at the pouch suspiciously and then peered upwards at him; 'Where have I seen this Elf before?' she asked herself, looking him up and down. She searched her memory, remembering every Elf she had met. Opening her eyes wider, she suddenly realized that it was one of Elrond's sons, although she could not tell which one. The Elf offered the pouch again, his eyes pleading with hers to accept it.
She slowly reached out and took hold the pouch; narrowing her eyes and watching his response, she slowly took a sip. The Elf immediately began to relax and nodded his head as she took another sip. The drink was a mix of different flavors, something that Haemerethwen had never tasted before. She slowly handed it back to him, her grey eyes still slanted in anticipation of some deception. Elrond's son gracefully accepted the pouch and then walked backwards to a chair, still keeping his eyes upon the sitting she-Elf. After he had settled himself within the chair with his elbows on his knees, he smiled at her.
"Can you hear me now?" he said loudly, although Haemerethwen only heard it as a whisper. Her eyes opened wide in response.
"Aye," she answered, "But barely." The Elf nodded and sat back in his chair, keeping his piercing eyes upon her. He sat there for a few moments, not moving and only staring at her. However, he suddenly sadly sighed and slowly got up from the chair.
"Do you remember who I am?" he asked. His voice was now clear to Haemerethwen, there was no more monotonous buzzing to disrupt her senses.
"Elrond's son?" she answered hesitantly. The Elf cracked a smile at her, seemingly glad that she remembered who he was. He pointed to a spot upon the bed and raised his eyebrows in question; she nodded in return.
"Which one?" he asked with a grin upon his face as he sat down upon the bed. Haemerethwen looked sullenly at him, not catching the contagious attitude of the Elf.
"I do not know."
"I will tell you a hint," he stated, his eyes lighting up, "My brother has slightly longer ears and his dimples are more prominent." He smiled then and pointed to his dimples. The she-Elf continued to look impassively at him, trying to understand why exactly this Elf was disturbing her peace.
"That does not tell me who you are," she said. The Elf nodded in return.
"You may know me as Elladan," he proudly stated.
"Alright, Elladan," she said, "Why is it that you have entered my room?" Elladan cautiously peered at her and tried to remain cheerful towards the she-Elf.
"Am I bothering you?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. Haemerethwen's frown deepened and her eyes showed a hint of hostility.
"No," she admitted, "I am merely interested in why you wish to speak to me." Elladan nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out an apple.
"Would you like one?" he asked. She shook her head. "I wish to ask you how you fare." He took a bite of his apple and looked at her, waiting for her to respond. To Elladan, she seemed to have worsened even more: her skin was grey and her eyes were hollow and dull. He assumed that she had not slept for a while, for she seemed extremely tired and irritated. Death hung around her for she had no energy to bat it away; Elladan saddened at the sight of her, knowing that life offered her nothing anymore.
She was fading quickly, much like his mother had. Yet, Elrond had spared Celebrian for almost a year, long enough for her to sail the sea and go to Aman. He had allowed her to live in a world that offered no torture, only exuberance. Elladan's spirits livened as he thought of the possibility that Haemerethwen may also survive until she passed over the sea. But what of Legolas. . . ?
"I do not fare well," she answered truthfully, her bottom lip slightly shaking. She was trying so hard to conceal the overwhelming emotions within her, but it was clearly obvious that soon she would break. It might result in death, but may also end up with a revelation. "I have no energy for this world anymore." Elladan stared at her and placed his apple down on his leg; he gently grabbed onto her hand, although she flinched when he did.
"There is something left in you, yet," he replied, squeezing her hand, "All is not lost." She narrowed her eyes.
"All is lost, Elrond's son," she angrily replied, "Please, do not act as if you understand me; you have only known me for almost a week and that knowledge has been jaded through witnessing me at only a certain point in my life. You may have learned something from Legolas, but he also barely knows me." Elladan raised his eyebrows in surprise at her retaliation, not knowing quite what to say. "This world is a bleak sphere that only offers a temporary stage filled with happiness; the rest of eternity is marked by scars that will never be erased. It is perpetual. I cannot live in this world when all my mind and body knows is harm, such extreme pain that no one can understand. No, you can never understand."
Elladan impassively stared at her, neither refusing or agreeing to her statement. He took her in with his eyes, gracefully watching her grey eyes darken and her weak body tighten. However, he also noticed the sadness creeping over her: her bottom lip still shaking and her shoulders slumping forwards. She was not the she-Elf that had come to Imladris a few months before; she was barely a she-Elf. Yet, he knew there was hope for her. He just had to convince her.
"Let me understand then, Haemerethwen," he softly answered, his grey eyes imploring her, "You shut yourself away, not letting anyone pass through this impermeable barrier. Shine light on yourself and admit what stops you from finding joy in this world." She cast her eyes downwards and slowly the anger left her. She realized that his words spoke truth, but she just knew that it was not so easy to let everything be understood.
"I cannot speak easily of it," she replied, looking up at him, "Perhaps later on I shall tell."
"There may not be a later on," Elladan answered. She let out a short sigh and closed her eyes.
"Then it will be so." Elladan clenched his jaw with frustration; the she-Elf was so stubborn and blind.
"Speak of it now," he demanded. Haemerethwen opened her eyes and tightened her lips, not liking how he was making her speak of something she did not want to confess.
"I will not follow your commands," she stated, "This is not the time to confess."
"When is the time then?" Haemerethwen blankly stared at him.
"I am not sure when the correct time will come," she responded, "However, when it does pass, I will be sure to notify you." Elladan narrowed his eyes at her, not liking how she would not speak of what troubled her. It was the only solution to break the boundary between her and the world; it was also the only way to make her realize how much she did feel for Legolas.
"If you will not admit all, perhaps you will admit a little," he slyly stated. Haemerethwen raised her eyebrows slightly, not exactly sure where he was going. Elladan smiled at her to try and ease her away from her stubbornness. "Will you at least answer one question truthfully?" She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what question he would ask. She racked her mind for what he knew about her past, but could not think of anything specific. Hoping she was not making a mistake, she slowly nodded her head.
"You will answer the question truthfully?" he queried, not entirely believing that she would. She thought for a moment, again questioning herself if she should answer his question. Curiosity arose within her as she wondered what he would ask, allowing her to nod her head in agreement to Elladan's question. However, her agreement to answer the question stemmed from her unknown need to talk to someone; she desired to speak of what ailed her and this was a good time to speak. Elladan nodded and then spoke slowly and clearly:
"Who is Erlaithion?"
Haemerethwen's eyes darkened and she knotted her eyebrows in anger then a second later her facial expression melted into one of extreme sadness and pain. She looked at Elladan with her hollowed eyes with such pity that Elladan immediately felt horrible for asking the question.
"A powerful question," she whispered, "And one I did not expect." She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, trying to suppress the emotions that were suddenly running rampart through her mind. "I do not know if I can answer that question," she whispered, opening her eyes.
"It is important that you tell," Elladan stated gently, trying to ease her to speak of the Elf. She shook her head and placed her face in her hands.
"The pain is too near." Elladan edged closer to her, his eyes growing soft when he heard her trembling breath. 'Perhaps I should not have asked that question,' he thought to himself. However, he thought of the mourning Legolas and a sudden determination soared through his veins.
"The pain will always be too near," he responded as he gently brought her face out from her hands and smiled at her, "Yet, perhaps if you speak of it, it will deaden." Haemerethwen miserably stared at him, a slight fear also expressed within her eyes.
"How would it deaden?"
"You know too well how it would deaden," he answered softly. Haemerethwen opened her eyes wider, wondering how much he indeed knew about her.
"What do you mean?" Elladan smiled at her again, knowing that he had her attention now.
"I believe that you confused Legolas with Erlaithion," he began, readily watching her reaction to make sure he did not go too far, "But none know who Erlaithion is. You push Legolas away for no apparent reason, although it is obvious that you direly need him; you denied your emotions to him, breaking both his heart and spirit. It is highly reasonable to connect your actions to this unknown Elf; it is important to understand whom Erlaithion is in order to restore the future."
"There is no future," she answered sadly as she clenched her eyes shut. Taking a shuddering breath in, she tried to clear her mind and rethink how much she actually should tell Elladan about her past. For some reason, she found Elladan easy to talk to; perhaps it was the easy nature that surrounded him, or perhaps it was because she was tired of hiding herself away when all she wanted was comfort.
"There is a future," he responded, "Perhaps you do not see the immediate tomorrow, but it will always be there. You are pained for an obvious reason, but do not dwell so deeply upon it. Believe in a brighter tomorrow and realize that it will come through your efforts to reestablish yourself." She opened her eyes and glanced at him; he was correct, she realized that, but she could not find the enthusiasm to actually grab hold of what she needed to. "Believe that it will occur; keep your mind clear from the past and think of what tomorrow will offer you. All is not lost."
"I know of what you speak of," she whispered, "And I realize what I must do, but I do not know how to begin. Or how to continue." Elladan softly smiled at her.
"Begin with explaining who Erlaithion is," he answered. She nodded and swallowed to wet her aching throat. Elladan pulled out his pouch and handed it to her; he would do just about anything to ensure that she would speak of this unknown Elf. She gladly took the pouch and took a sip. Handing the pouch over to him, she took in a deep breath and began to slowly explain.
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Urylia: I agree, rose-colored glasses are nice. Depending on how long I want the chapter to be, either the next or the one following will actually contain the romance. Then again, I might change my mind, as I am aught to do. I guess you'll have to wait and see.
Kitten4480: That is quite a move! Thank you for your review and I understand why you haven't been able to! I'm going to try and stop a little bit of the drama soon, but I'll always slightly continue it!
Ainaelen: I hoped people would like my attempt at creating humor, it seems that I'm adding a lot of drama and not enough of the other genres. Will Legolas fight for her? We'll find out soon.
Sokochan: You're right, it was VERY soap-operaish; however, it was to get the point across, which it apparently did! I'm not sure if Lainauriel will make another appearance, I have left her to be a secondary character and I haven't really developed her personality that much. However, if people like her then maybe I will. Although, I haven't gotten that much of a response.
Simbelmyn: I'm glad you're liking it! I keep on thinking that people are not liking these new chapters as much.
TX-Mama-D: I cannot thank you enough for that wonderful review! Lol, I am glad that you summed out why I have no reviewers; it now makes sense as to why no one reviews (hopefully that is why. . .). I have always pronounced her name as: Hey-mah-wreth-when. It has no meaning; I will admit that I used a name generator and I have regretted it since. I wish I could have used another name that isn't so complicated, but I don't feel it would be right to change it in the middle of the story. I noticed before that I used "stated" a lot and I know I should use my thesaurus. I tried to change it this chapter, so hopefully it sounds better! Thanks again for your review, it made my day to hear such nice words!
Reba: A violent story does not imply that the author has "major issues." You know absolutely nothing about me, so how can you assume that I'm troubled? Your basis for assumption is horrible. There are many authors that have written more violent stories than this; I wonder what you have read? I write with so much description because that is a technique that allows the readers to visualize and understand the story better. It is also important for me to describe the torture and flesh wounds for the emphasis on later chapters, which I suppose you have not read since you reviewed on chapter 15. This story is rated "R" for a reason: because it has a lot of violence that may disturb some readers. Perhaps you should have taken that into account before you read my story.
I think that a lot of people do not like these past chapters and I know that my writing has not been that great, mainly because I can't find much inspiration in these past chapters. I am trying to hurry along and get these boring chapters out of the way so that hopefully my readers will return. If you do not like these chapters, please tell me specifically why they do not appeal to you. I really, really could use the help.
I am still at a writer's block and I'm slowly losing interest in this story, which contributes again to my delay in updating. I'm trying to find a new approach to this story and jumping to new drama so that hopefully my interest will return.
Please continue to review whether because you do not like the story or because you do. I love to hear from my readers, so please don't be quiet!
I am working hard on the next chapter in order to ensure that it will be more interesting and much like my other writing, but I'm afraid this chapter was written much like the past few. Please excuse me for this bout of bad writing, I'm really trying to improve.
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A dull ringing echoed through the thin air, disrupting the silence that was usually so prevalent with this solitude. The sound was continuous and increasing in strength as it flowed into tainted ears; circulating and undulating, it soon became unbearable to the listener. It was such a monotonous buzzing that choked the other sounds away. Choking with no relent; choking because there was no future. The familiar darkness was ebbing closer, surrounding and then sequestering what was vital.
He was coming; and, yet, he had already left.
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Haemerethwen slowly blinked when she noticed an Elf walking through the bedroom door; she could not hear the usual sounds involved with the process, leaving her to only utilize her sight to comprehend that someone was entering her room. She remained impassive as she silently stared at the Elf, wondering if he was truly entering her room, or if it was just another illusion. The dull ringing cancelled out the words that she assumed he was speaking, for his mouth slowly moved. Blinking again, she decided to try and speak to him.
The Elf contorted his face into confusion as he listened to what Haemerethwen spoke; the she-Elf could not hear what she was stating and the other Elf could not comprehend the words. He stepped closer and began to speak again to her, but she still could not hear his words; that damned ringing still resonated within her skull. Shrugging and narrowing her eyes, she silently admitted her inability to understand.
Slowly, the Elf drew out a pouch and, after taking a sip, offered it to her. Haemerethwen stared at the pouch suspiciously and then peered upwards at him; 'Where have I seen this Elf before?' she asked herself, looking him up and down. She searched her memory, remembering every Elf she had met. Opening her eyes wider, she suddenly realized that it was one of Elrond's sons, although she could not tell which one. The Elf offered the pouch again, his eyes pleading with hers to accept it.
She slowly reached out and took hold the pouch; narrowing her eyes and watching his response, she slowly took a sip. The Elf immediately began to relax and nodded his head as she took another sip. The drink was a mix of different flavors, something that Haemerethwen had never tasted before. She slowly handed it back to him, her grey eyes still slanted in anticipation of some deception. Elrond's son gracefully accepted the pouch and then walked backwards to a chair, still keeping his eyes upon the sitting she-Elf. After he had settled himself within the chair with his elbows on his knees, he smiled at her.
"Can you hear me now?" he said loudly, although Haemerethwen only heard it as a whisper. Her eyes opened wide in response.
"Aye," she answered, "But barely." The Elf nodded and sat back in his chair, keeping his piercing eyes upon her. He sat there for a few moments, not moving and only staring at her. However, he suddenly sadly sighed and slowly got up from the chair.
"Do you remember who I am?" he asked. His voice was now clear to Haemerethwen, there was no more monotonous buzzing to disrupt her senses.
"Elrond's son?" she answered hesitantly. The Elf cracked a smile at her, seemingly glad that she remembered who he was. He pointed to a spot upon the bed and raised his eyebrows in question; she nodded in return.
"Which one?" he asked with a grin upon his face as he sat down upon the bed. Haemerethwen looked sullenly at him, not catching the contagious attitude of the Elf.
"I do not know."
"I will tell you a hint," he stated, his eyes lighting up, "My brother has slightly longer ears and his dimples are more prominent." He smiled then and pointed to his dimples. The she-Elf continued to look impassively at him, trying to understand why exactly this Elf was disturbing her peace.
"That does not tell me who you are," she said. The Elf nodded in return.
"You may know me as Elladan," he proudly stated.
"Alright, Elladan," she said, "Why is it that you have entered my room?" Elladan cautiously peered at her and tried to remain cheerful towards the she-Elf.
"Am I bothering you?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. Haemerethwen's frown deepened and her eyes showed a hint of hostility.
"No," she admitted, "I am merely interested in why you wish to speak to me." Elladan nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out an apple.
"Would you like one?" he asked. She shook her head. "I wish to ask you how you fare." He took a bite of his apple and looked at her, waiting for her to respond. To Elladan, she seemed to have worsened even more: her skin was grey and her eyes were hollow and dull. He assumed that she had not slept for a while, for she seemed extremely tired and irritated. Death hung around her for she had no energy to bat it away; Elladan saddened at the sight of her, knowing that life offered her nothing anymore.
She was fading quickly, much like his mother had. Yet, Elrond had spared Celebrian for almost a year, long enough for her to sail the sea and go to Aman. He had allowed her to live in a world that offered no torture, only exuberance. Elladan's spirits livened as he thought of the possibility that Haemerethwen may also survive until she passed over the sea. But what of Legolas. . . ?
"I do not fare well," she answered truthfully, her bottom lip slightly shaking. She was trying so hard to conceal the overwhelming emotions within her, but it was clearly obvious that soon she would break. It might result in death, but may also end up with a revelation. "I have no energy for this world anymore." Elladan stared at her and placed his apple down on his leg; he gently grabbed onto her hand, although she flinched when he did.
"There is something left in you, yet," he replied, squeezing her hand, "All is not lost." She narrowed her eyes.
"All is lost, Elrond's son," she angrily replied, "Please, do not act as if you understand me; you have only known me for almost a week and that knowledge has been jaded through witnessing me at only a certain point in my life. You may have learned something from Legolas, but he also barely knows me." Elladan raised his eyebrows in surprise at her retaliation, not knowing quite what to say. "This world is a bleak sphere that only offers a temporary stage filled with happiness; the rest of eternity is marked by scars that will never be erased. It is perpetual. I cannot live in this world when all my mind and body knows is harm, such extreme pain that no one can understand. No, you can never understand."
Elladan impassively stared at her, neither refusing or agreeing to her statement. He took her in with his eyes, gracefully watching her grey eyes darken and her weak body tighten. However, he also noticed the sadness creeping over her: her bottom lip still shaking and her shoulders slumping forwards. She was not the she-Elf that had come to Imladris a few months before; she was barely a she-Elf. Yet, he knew there was hope for her. He just had to convince her.
"Let me understand then, Haemerethwen," he softly answered, his grey eyes imploring her, "You shut yourself away, not letting anyone pass through this impermeable barrier. Shine light on yourself and admit what stops you from finding joy in this world." She cast her eyes downwards and slowly the anger left her. She realized that his words spoke truth, but she just knew that it was not so easy to let everything be understood.
"I cannot speak easily of it," she replied, looking up at him, "Perhaps later on I shall tell."
"There may not be a later on," Elladan answered. She let out a short sigh and closed her eyes.
"Then it will be so." Elladan clenched his jaw with frustration; the she-Elf was so stubborn and blind.
"Speak of it now," he demanded. Haemerethwen opened her eyes and tightened her lips, not liking how he was making her speak of something she did not want to confess.
"I will not follow your commands," she stated, "This is not the time to confess."
"When is the time then?" Haemerethwen blankly stared at him.
"I am not sure when the correct time will come," she responded, "However, when it does pass, I will be sure to notify you." Elladan narrowed his eyes at her, not liking how she would not speak of what troubled her. It was the only solution to break the boundary between her and the world; it was also the only way to make her realize how much she did feel for Legolas.
"If you will not admit all, perhaps you will admit a little," he slyly stated. Haemerethwen raised her eyebrows slightly, not exactly sure where he was going. Elladan smiled at her to try and ease her away from her stubbornness. "Will you at least answer one question truthfully?" She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what question he would ask. She racked her mind for what he knew about her past, but could not think of anything specific. Hoping she was not making a mistake, she slowly nodded her head.
"You will answer the question truthfully?" he queried, not entirely believing that she would. She thought for a moment, again questioning herself if she should answer his question. Curiosity arose within her as she wondered what he would ask, allowing her to nod her head in agreement to Elladan's question. However, her agreement to answer the question stemmed from her unknown need to talk to someone; she desired to speak of what ailed her and this was a good time to speak. Elladan nodded and then spoke slowly and clearly:
"Who is Erlaithion?"
Haemerethwen's eyes darkened and she knotted her eyebrows in anger then a second later her facial expression melted into one of extreme sadness and pain. She looked at Elladan with her hollowed eyes with such pity that Elladan immediately felt horrible for asking the question.
"A powerful question," she whispered, "And one I did not expect." She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, trying to suppress the emotions that were suddenly running rampart through her mind. "I do not know if I can answer that question," she whispered, opening her eyes.
"It is important that you tell," Elladan stated gently, trying to ease her to speak of the Elf. She shook her head and placed her face in her hands.
"The pain is too near." Elladan edged closer to her, his eyes growing soft when he heard her trembling breath. 'Perhaps I should not have asked that question,' he thought to himself. However, he thought of the mourning Legolas and a sudden determination soared through his veins.
"The pain will always be too near," he responded as he gently brought her face out from her hands and smiled at her, "Yet, perhaps if you speak of it, it will deaden." Haemerethwen miserably stared at him, a slight fear also expressed within her eyes.
"How would it deaden?"
"You know too well how it would deaden," he answered softly. Haemerethwen opened her eyes wider, wondering how much he indeed knew about her.
"What do you mean?" Elladan smiled at her again, knowing that he had her attention now.
"I believe that you confused Legolas with Erlaithion," he began, readily watching her reaction to make sure he did not go too far, "But none know who Erlaithion is. You push Legolas away for no apparent reason, although it is obvious that you direly need him; you denied your emotions to him, breaking both his heart and spirit. It is highly reasonable to connect your actions to this unknown Elf; it is important to understand whom Erlaithion is in order to restore the future."
"There is no future," she answered sadly as she clenched her eyes shut. Taking a shuddering breath in, she tried to clear her mind and rethink how much she actually should tell Elladan about her past. For some reason, she found Elladan easy to talk to; perhaps it was the easy nature that surrounded him, or perhaps it was because she was tired of hiding herself away when all she wanted was comfort.
"There is a future," he responded, "Perhaps you do not see the immediate tomorrow, but it will always be there. You are pained for an obvious reason, but do not dwell so deeply upon it. Believe in a brighter tomorrow and realize that it will come through your efforts to reestablish yourself." She opened her eyes and glanced at him; he was correct, she realized that, but she could not find the enthusiasm to actually grab hold of what she needed to. "Believe that it will occur; keep your mind clear from the past and think of what tomorrow will offer you. All is not lost."
"I know of what you speak of," she whispered, "And I realize what I must do, but I do not know how to begin. Or how to continue." Elladan softly smiled at her.
"Begin with explaining who Erlaithion is," he answered. She nodded and swallowed to wet her aching throat. Elladan pulled out his pouch and handed it to her; he would do just about anything to ensure that she would speak of this unknown Elf. She gladly took the pouch and took a sip. Handing the pouch over to him, she took in a deep breath and began to slowly explain.
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Urylia: I agree, rose-colored glasses are nice. Depending on how long I want the chapter to be, either the next or the one following will actually contain the romance. Then again, I might change my mind, as I am aught to do. I guess you'll have to wait and see.
Kitten4480: That is quite a move! Thank you for your review and I understand why you haven't been able to! I'm going to try and stop a little bit of the drama soon, but I'll always slightly continue it!
Ainaelen: I hoped people would like my attempt at creating humor, it seems that I'm adding a lot of drama and not enough of the other genres. Will Legolas fight for her? We'll find out soon.
Sokochan: You're right, it was VERY soap-operaish; however, it was to get the point across, which it apparently did! I'm not sure if Lainauriel will make another appearance, I have left her to be a secondary character and I haven't really developed her personality that much. However, if people like her then maybe I will. Although, I haven't gotten that much of a response.
Simbelmyn: I'm glad you're liking it! I keep on thinking that people are not liking these new chapters as much.
TX-Mama-D: I cannot thank you enough for that wonderful review! Lol, I am glad that you summed out why I have no reviewers; it now makes sense as to why no one reviews (hopefully that is why. . .). I have always pronounced her name as: Hey-mah-wreth-when. It has no meaning; I will admit that I used a name generator and I have regretted it since. I wish I could have used another name that isn't so complicated, but I don't feel it would be right to change it in the middle of the story. I noticed before that I used "stated" a lot and I know I should use my thesaurus. I tried to change it this chapter, so hopefully it sounds better! Thanks again for your review, it made my day to hear such nice words!
Reba: A violent story does not imply that the author has "major issues." You know absolutely nothing about me, so how can you assume that I'm troubled? Your basis for assumption is horrible. There are many authors that have written more violent stories than this; I wonder what you have read? I write with so much description because that is a technique that allows the readers to visualize and understand the story better. It is also important for me to describe the torture and flesh wounds for the emphasis on later chapters, which I suppose you have not read since you reviewed on chapter 15. This story is rated "R" for a reason: because it has a lot of violence that may disturb some readers. Perhaps you should have taken that into account before you read my story.