You sit here, your knees drawn to your chest. Your eyes are unfocused. You stare into space, obviously trying to drown your pain. You seem to be in a dream world, not wanting to check back with reality.
Why would you? Your father is alive, but just barely. His mangled body lays in the infirmary, the bleeding has yet to cease. You have cried long and hard now, and need rest. You just sit here, keeping a silent vigil.
I know that your heart must be torn to shreds. What little hope you had is now slowly being wrenched from your grasp.
By the Valar I want you, to hold you close to my body. To feel you inhale, and exhale, to feel your every move. Even in this emotional hell, you are still the most beautiful creature ever created.
Your hair now covers your face. The thick golden curtain hides your silent tears. I feel my own eyes grow moist, and a tear slide down my own cheek.
I make my move, and wrap my arms around you. You cry on my shoulder, as I begin to rock you. I feel your breathing slow, and your tense muscles are now relaxed.
I look down, and that your eyes are closed. I hold you closer, and kiss your pale forehead. You stir, but don't wake. You are so peaceful in your sleep, away from all of your pain.
Arwen, my sister, your best friend, enters the room. She sees the two of us, and gives me a tight lipped smile.
The last thing that I remember before drifting off to sleep is her covering us with a blanket. I feel my eyes close, and find myself dreaming of you.
When I awake, I find you sitting next to me, in your usual position. You seem to have grabbed a quick bath, changed your clothes, and braided your hair. The sun is shining, reflecting off of your hair. It looks like spun gold, I must sit on my hands to keep myself from threading my fingers through it.
You turn to me, and whisper, 'Thank you.' Your emerald eyes are focused on me. They're usual fiery sparkle is smoldered by your deep pain.
I sit up to get a closer look at you. Your cheeks are drained of all color. Your lips are pursed. You seem to fighting back tears, trying to hold it in.
'How is he,' I whisper, trying not to upset you further.
'He's not doing much better, although they did stop the bleeding. I don't know how much more he can take. He's in shock, and may never wake up. My only consolation is that he isn't suffering. I couldn't bare it if he was,' you say, a tear escaping from your eye.
'He is strong, Billie, he will fight this,' I say gently.
A tiny smile plays on your lips as I use your childhood nickname. 'You're ever the optimist aren't you? Elbereth, I'd love to have your stone foundation. I fear that mine is made of clay, and is slowly being washed away,' you murmur.
'My foundation is no stronger than yours, Wilwarin, I believe that you are the stronger one. I doubt that I could last through all of the pain that you have been through,' I reply, and I mean every word of it.
Your face brightens, if only for a moment. This makes me even more attracted to you, and I'm having great difficulty controlling my feelings.
But, I know that the time is not yet ripe. You have other things on your mind, as well you should.
My father enters the room. The expression on his face is grave. He's looking at the floor. I can see that he's been crying. His best friend is dancing on the knife blade of life and death. Even with his healing powers, I know that he can't heal everything.
'The arrows were poisoned. I have administered the antidote. The bleeding has stopped, but the gouges are deep. We'll have to wait and see if the antidote works,' his says, his voice quivering. The tone of his voice is down three octaves from where its usually tone.
You start to cry again, your face turns red. I put an arm around you to comfort you.
'Would you like to go in to see him? It might make all the difference,' he says in the same voice.
You manage to nod, and get up to follow him to your father's room.
I let out a deep sigh. I love you like the moon loves the stars. We belong together, but I can't tell you of my love. It must wait, until you are in a more stable emotional situation. How long will that take? I must be patient, and I must restrain myself. Elbereth help me.
I ask my father if I might be in the room with you, for moral support. He nods, knowing that she would obviously crying.
I enter the room, and remain silent. You sit there stroking his hand, whispering gentle words in his ear. You brush some stray golden locks off his face, and stare.
I know it hurts, I know that this is hard on you. My mother was once like this, but then again, she wasn't.
You trace the bandages and scars that are on his body. He moans softly, but doesn't react further. Your tears are more frequent now, your body shaking.
How I want to hold you.
'Leave, Elrohir, I'd like some privacy,' you say, there's some slight anger in your voice.
I turn to leave, deciding that you deserve your privacy. I chalk your anger up to the fact that it must seem like I'm harassing you. But I'm not. I love you.
Authors Notes: Thanks to those of you who read and reviewed. What is a mary-sue?
Why would you? Your father is alive, but just barely. His mangled body lays in the infirmary, the bleeding has yet to cease. You have cried long and hard now, and need rest. You just sit here, keeping a silent vigil.
I know that your heart must be torn to shreds. What little hope you had is now slowly being wrenched from your grasp.
By the Valar I want you, to hold you close to my body. To feel you inhale, and exhale, to feel your every move. Even in this emotional hell, you are still the most beautiful creature ever created.
Your hair now covers your face. The thick golden curtain hides your silent tears. I feel my own eyes grow moist, and a tear slide down my own cheek.
I make my move, and wrap my arms around you. You cry on my shoulder, as I begin to rock you. I feel your breathing slow, and your tense muscles are now relaxed.
I look down, and that your eyes are closed. I hold you closer, and kiss your pale forehead. You stir, but don't wake. You are so peaceful in your sleep, away from all of your pain.
Arwen, my sister, your best friend, enters the room. She sees the two of us, and gives me a tight lipped smile.
The last thing that I remember before drifting off to sleep is her covering us with a blanket. I feel my eyes close, and find myself dreaming of you.
When I awake, I find you sitting next to me, in your usual position. You seem to have grabbed a quick bath, changed your clothes, and braided your hair. The sun is shining, reflecting off of your hair. It looks like spun gold, I must sit on my hands to keep myself from threading my fingers through it.
You turn to me, and whisper, 'Thank you.' Your emerald eyes are focused on me. They're usual fiery sparkle is smoldered by your deep pain.
I sit up to get a closer look at you. Your cheeks are drained of all color. Your lips are pursed. You seem to fighting back tears, trying to hold it in.
'How is he,' I whisper, trying not to upset you further.
'He's not doing much better, although they did stop the bleeding. I don't know how much more he can take. He's in shock, and may never wake up. My only consolation is that he isn't suffering. I couldn't bare it if he was,' you say, a tear escaping from your eye.
'He is strong, Billie, he will fight this,' I say gently.
A tiny smile plays on your lips as I use your childhood nickname. 'You're ever the optimist aren't you? Elbereth, I'd love to have your stone foundation. I fear that mine is made of clay, and is slowly being washed away,' you murmur.
'My foundation is no stronger than yours, Wilwarin, I believe that you are the stronger one. I doubt that I could last through all of the pain that you have been through,' I reply, and I mean every word of it.
Your face brightens, if only for a moment. This makes me even more attracted to you, and I'm having great difficulty controlling my feelings.
But, I know that the time is not yet ripe. You have other things on your mind, as well you should.
My father enters the room. The expression on his face is grave. He's looking at the floor. I can see that he's been crying. His best friend is dancing on the knife blade of life and death. Even with his healing powers, I know that he can't heal everything.
'The arrows were poisoned. I have administered the antidote. The bleeding has stopped, but the gouges are deep. We'll have to wait and see if the antidote works,' his says, his voice quivering. The tone of his voice is down three octaves from where its usually tone.
You start to cry again, your face turns red. I put an arm around you to comfort you.
'Would you like to go in to see him? It might make all the difference,' he says in the same voice.
You manage to nod, and get up to follow him to your father's room.
I let out a deep sigh. I love you like the moon loves the stars. We belong together, but I can't tell you of my love. It must wait, until you are in a more stable emotional situation. How long will that take? I must be patient, and I must restrain myself. Elbereth help me.
I ask my father if I might be in the room with you, for moral support. He nods, knowing that she would obviously crying.
I enter the room, and remain silent. You sit there stroking his hand, whispering gentle words in his ear. You brush some stray golden locks off his face, and stare.
I know it hurts, I know that this is hard on you. My mother was once like this, but then again, she wasn't.
You trace the bandages and scars that are on his body. He moans softly, but doesn't react further. Your tears are more frequent now, your body shaking.
How I want to hold you.
'Leave, Elrohir, I'd like some privacy,' you say, there's some slight anger in your voice.
I turn to leave, deciding that you deserve your privacy. I chalk your anger up to the fact that it must seem like I'm harassing you. But I'm not. I love you.
Authors Notes: Thanks to those of you who read and reviewed. What is a mary-sue?
