Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save Wilwarin. All of the characters, and most of the places belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, one of the greatest authors.
You haven't left his side in days. The only time that you leave is to bathe, but you won't eat. You have cried for so long now, and it doesn't seem like you'll be stopping anytime soon.
I watch you, my body aching. It is torturous to be unable to touch you. You won't talk to anyone, but this doesn't surprise me. You don't really seem to be aware of your surroundings any more, either.
I slip into the room to watch you bathe. I do this to see all of your ivory body exposed, and to make sure that you don't drown. I'm worried about you. Your skin no longer has its usual healthy glow. Your face is drawn, and your eyes are hazed over.
This morning when my father enters the room, you don't even react. After he your father's bandages, he turns to you. He whispers your name, then says changes it louder.
You don't move, you don't speak, you don't do anything. He shakes your arm, and still you don't react. He whispers something, and motions for me to enter the room.
I had no idea that he knew that I was watching. I come in, and sit next to you.
'What am I to do now,' I ask.
'Talk to her, I'm not sure what else to do for now,' he whispers.
His eyes betray him. I can see that this is serious, that something is wrong with you.
I nod, unable to speak. I stroke your hair, and start a one way conversation.
'He will be fine. He will pull through. He has so much to live for. He has you. You are the most beautiful, the most intelligent, the kindest, and gentlest person ever created. If he will pull through for you, then you should pull through for him,' I whisper.
You still stare into space. I pull you into my lap, and cradle you. I feel my eyes grow moist.
Your beautiful mind, trapped in some emotional hell. I shudder to think about what you're going through.
You haven't slept in so long. I pick you up, and carry you to your room.
The moon is out, the stars shining. I decide to undress you, and put you in a nightgown. I gently unwrap your body, and behold your radiant beauty.
You still stare into space, and don't protest. I cover your body in a silky, pink nightgown.
I carry you onto the balcony, and seat us on a couch. I gaze towards the stars, and remember a night long ago, and the corners of my mouth begin to twitch.
Flash Back
'Glorfy,' my twin cries, 'There you are!'
I follow Elladen and walk towards him. He's holding a baby, you.
'Yes, you've found me,' he says, absent-mindedly. He strokes your blond peach fuzz, and searches the sky.
'What are you doing?' I ask. I couldn't imagine why Glorfindel would have his new baby outside at such a late hour. Well, the hour was late for a four year old.
'I'm not really sure,' he replied, his eyes still scanning the sky. He then looked down at you. You were sleeping, your tiny chest rising and falling in a gentle pattern.
'Does it have a name?' Elladen asks, pointing at you.
'No, the baby doesn't have a name yet,' he chuckles.
'Why don't you call her it?' my twin suggests.
At this, your father starts laughing. 'No, I can't call her it. What would everyone think? Wouldn't she be insulted if someone said 'it was stupid', when they were talking about a stupid book?'
'Glorfy, tell us about the stars again,' I say excitedly.
'Alright, come take a seat,' he says, pointing to a comfortable looking couch.
Elladen and I scramble onto the couch. Your father is still stroking your fuzz.
Elladen begins to sing, off tune, a lullaby. It sounds horrible, and you begin to sob. The sobs are angry ones, and you're irritable since you were awoken.
Your father rocks you, and softly sings a lullaby. Soon, your eyes are closed again, your chest rising and falling in its gentle pattern again.
'That one, is called Wilwarin,' your father says, pointing to a constellation that looks like a butterfly.
'Wilwarin, I like, it should be named Wilwarin,' I cry.
Your father turns, and smiles, 'Yes, I think that name suits her.'
You stir slightly, your eyes open revealing your emerald green orbs. You gurgle, and reach for my hair. Your tiny hand wraps around a raven braid. You tug on it.
'I think Billie likes it,' I exclaim.
Elladen giggles, 'I think Billie likes you!'
Your father joins in the laughter. I don't notice though. I'm lost in your eyes. There's so much innocence in them. That was when I knew that I loved you.
End of Flash Back
'Look,' I whisper, there's the constellation that you're named after.'
You just stare. You start playing with my hair. It is an odd quirk that you developed that night.
I smile, 'Please, please talk to me.'
You continue playing with my hair, but you smile too. This brings me comfort, though I still worry.
You haven't left his side in days. The only time that you leave is to bathe, but you won't eat. You have cried for so long now, and it doesn't seem like you'll be stopping anytime soon.
I watch you, my body aching. It is torturous to be unable to touch you. You won't talk to anyone, but this doesn't surprise me. You don't really seem to be aware of your surroundings any more, either.
I slip into the room to watch you bathe. I do this to see all of your ivory body exposed, and to make sure that you don't drown. I'm worried about you. Your skin no longer has its usual healthy glow. Your face is drawn, and your eyes are hazed over.
This morning when my father enters the room, you don't even react. After he your father's bandages, he turns to you. He whispers your name, then says changes it louder.
You don't move, you don't speak, you don't do anything. He shakes your arm, and still you don't react. He whispers something, and motions for me to enter the room.
I had no idea that he knew that I was watching. I come in, and sit next to you.
'What am I to do now,' I ask.
'Talk to her, I'm not sure what else to do for now,' he whispers.
His eyes betray him. I can see that this is serious, that something is wrong with you.
I nod, unable to speak. I stroke your hair, and start a one way conversation.
'He will be fine. He will pull through. He has so much to live for. He has you. You are the most beautiful, the most intelligent, the kindest, and gentlest person ever created. If he will pull through for you, then you should pull through for him,' I whisper.
You still stare into space. I pull you into my lap, and cradle you. I feel my eyes grow moist.
Your beautiful mind, trapped in some emotional hell. I shudder to think about what you're going through.
You haven't slept in so long. I pick you up, and carry you to your room.
The moon is out, the stars shining. I decide to undress you, and put you in a nightgown. I gently unwrap your body, and behold your radiant beauty.
You still stare into space, and don't protest. I cover your body in a silky, pink nightgown.
I carry you onto the balcony, and seat us on a couch. I gaze towards the stars, and remember a night long ago, and the corners of my mouth begin to twitch.
Flash Back
'Glorfy,' my twin cries, 'There you are!'
I follow Elladen and walk towards him. He's holding a baby, you.
'Yes, you've found me,' he says, absent-mindedly. He strokes your blond peach fuzz, and searches the sky.
'What are you doing?' I ask. I couldn't imagine why Glorfindel would have his new baby outside at such a late hour. Well, the hour was late for a four year old.
'I'm not really sure,' he replied, his eyes still scanning the sky. He then looked down at you. You were sleeping, your tiny chest rising and falling in a gentle pattern.
'Does it have a name?' Elladen asks, pointing at you.
'No, the baby doesn't have a name yet,' he chuckles.
'Why don't you call her it?' my twin suggests.
At this, your father starts laughing. 'No, I can't call her it. What would everyone think? Wouldn't she be insulted if someone said 'it was stupid', when they were talking about a stupid book?'
'Glorfy, tell us about the stars again,' I say excitedly.
'Alright, come take a seat,' he says, pointing to a comfortable looking couch.
Elladen and I scramble onto the couch. Your father is still stroking your fuzz.
Elladen begins to sing, off tune, a lullaby. It sounds horrible, and you begin to sob. The sobs are angry ones, and you're irritable since you were awoken.
Your father rocks you, and softly sings a lullaby. Soon, your eyes are closed again, your chest rising and falling in its gentle pattern again.
'That one, is called Wilwarin,' your father says, pointing to a constellation that looks like a butterfly.
'Wilwarin, I like, it should be named Wilwarin,' I cry.
Your father turns, and smiles, 'Yes, I think that name suits her.'
You stir slightly, your eyes open revealing your emerald green orbs. You gurgle, and reach for my hair. Your tiny hand wraps around a raven braid. You tug on it.
'I think Billie likes it,' I exclaim.
Elladen giggles, 'I think Billie likes you!'
Your father joins in the laughter. I don't notice though. I'm lost in your eyes. There's so much innocence in them. That was when I knew that I loved you.
End of Flash Back
'Look,' I whisper, there's the constellation that you're named after.'
You just stare. You start playing with my hair. It is an odd quirk that you developed that night.
I smile, 'Please, please talk to me.'
You continue playing with my hair, but you smile too. This brings me comfort, though I still worry.
