As the day drew on, Elrond found himself becoming excessively restless and irritable. As he paced the length of the room he found himself thinking about her and the events of yesterday. IIt's because of her, it's because I didn't get to tell her how I felt. It's because she got away, she got away with my heart. And all because I had to open my fool mouth and upset her/I. At that thought he flung the glass of wine he was sipping across the room, startling the only other occupant, Glorfindel. p
"Elrond? Are you feeling all right? You seem to be not yourself today." p
He stopped his pacing for a moment, looking at Glorfindel with a brooding expression on his face, before resuming his treading. p
"No, I am not all right. She got away," He paused, images of her passing through his head, her face, her smile, her laugh. "She got away with my heart, she got away before I could tell her how I felt. And I don't even know if she will ever be coming back. I /I her Glorfindel." p
He remembered the night he had first seen her, she had taken his breath away. She was clothed in a silvery-gray dress whose flowing design made her look almost like a passing spirit. She was mysterious in every way, one second the room would be empty and the next second she would be standing there. It made him sad to think about never being able to see her again, and made him sadder to think about the things that he would never experience with her. p
A look sympathy crossed the fair-haired elf's face and he took a long swallow of wine before speaking again. p
"She will be back, dear friend, if it is Elbereth's will for you two to be together than she will come back." Glorfindel crossed the room and poured his friend another cup of wine. "But for now you will just have to be patient, she /I come back," He handed the Half-elven the glass. "And if she doesn't, we will just go looking for her." p
He sat back down on the chair he had been formerly lounging in and watched his friend sip his wine. IElbereth, please let her come back, I do not know what he will do if she doesn't.IOkay, like I said, read and review, I am counting on you people. Flamers too, I am not going to be mad. Thanks again! -Maegahaiel
"Elrond? Are you feeling all right? You seem to be not yourself today." p
He stopped his pacing for a moment, looking at Glorfindel with a brooding expression on his face, before resuming his treading. p
"No, I am not all right. She got away," He paused, images of her passing through his head, her face, her smile, her laugh. "She got away with my heart, she got away before I could tell her how I felt. And I don't even know if she will ever be coming back. I /I her Glorfindel." p
He remembered the night he had first seen her, she had taken his breath away. She was clothed in a silvery-gray dress whose flowing design made her look almost like a passing spirit. She was mysterious in every way, one second the room would be empty and the next second she would be standing there. It made him sad to think about never being able to see her again, and made him sadder to think about the things that he would never experience with her. p
A look sympathy crossed the fair-haired elf's face and he took a long swallow of wine before speaking again. p
"She will be back, dear friend, if it is Elbereth's will for you two to be together than she will come back." Glorfindel crossed the room and poured his friend another cup of wine. "But for now you will just have to be patient, she /I come back," He handed the Half-elven the glass. "And if she doesn't, we will just go looking for her." p
He sat back down on the chair he had been formerly lounging in and watched his friend sip his wine. IElbereth, please let her come back, I do not know what he will do if she doesn't.IOkay, like I said, read and review, I am counting on you people. Flamers too, I am not going to be mad. Thanks again! -Maegahaiel
