Lilena hmm... RSI- I could definitely work that in... haha! By the way- you're the 60th reviewer!!!!! Ahhhh!!!! Super thanks!
Anilmathiel thanks a ton for reviewing the L&L series... it's not really that good, but it was my first story (and a MS...) but thanks anyway!
blahblah I wish she could visit Arwen too... =( but that's good that you're not confused anymore! =)
The Hobbit Ivy Thanks! (YAY! new reader!) Anyway- I can't believe you stayed up till 1:30 just reading my story- I'm so flattered! But, to tell the truth, I like 'Back to You' a lot better than 'In the Shadows'... Chapter 5 was so sad... I was almost crying when I wrote it- thanks for reviewing! And yeah, I know that the last few chapters have been boring, but they were essential for some other stuff I had planned... =\ And I totally agree- Valinor is really dull... I mean, it doesn't even rain there!
aquitaineq haha! Yeah, she was being horrible... haha! And we'll see about the twins... =) haha well here's your chapter!
Cho-Freak-Dragon darn... I know and I'm really sorry that chapter sucked... but thanks for reviewing- hopefully this one's better.
Emma thanks a ton for reviewing! There's (hopefully) going to be a ton more Legolas/Canyaiel interaction in this chapter... I mean, put Annacálë, Lithelena, the twins (both sets of twins, actually), and Legolas in a room- this is going to be interesting...
Sooooo sooo sorry I haven't updated recently! I just started high school and it's quite confusing...
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Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrían had left only a moment ago, eager to leave such asinine matters behind. Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn had also left, without anyone noticing until after the fact, leaving only Lord Gil-Galad.
Lord Gil-Galad and Annacálë lead us to a large, crimson colored room, full of plush chairs, cherry oak dressers and desks, and a few lit candles.
"By the morning I expect you to have this problem fixed." With that, he leaves.
"I am leaving," I snap to anyone who is listening. I walk toward the door and pull at it, but it is locked.
Calwaiel sits down, looking a little perturbed and distressed, "I do not think they wanted us to leave."
"Of course not," I snap again, "But I want to, and who will stop me? You?" I sneer, looking at Legolas. He sits down on a velvet seat, between the twins.
Annacálë sighs, "There is no way out of this room- that is why my father sent us here. Even if you did get out from the door, it is in the center of the home- you would have to pass through many rooms just to get outside." She sits down on a stool.
I sit down, conquered and enraged, "Have you any garments which I could stain with my blood?"
"In the dresser, should something be there fit to your liking," she says back, in just as vulgar a voice. I am far too tired to quarrel, much less fight, so I walk to a dresser and pull out a simple silver colored dress. I walk behind the changing wall and peel the blood-stained dress off.
"Have you any bandages?" I ask her, calling over the wall, "Or I fear this, too, will be stained with my soiled blood."
She stands up and walks to a drawer, then throws the bandages at me. Sadly for her, I catch them easily. I bandage myself and pull the dress on. I hand the dress over to Calwaiel.
Calwaiel sighs and I sit next to her. Lithelena sits next to me.
Nobody says anything for a few hours, and the only sound is the uncomfortable silence, by which time, I have counted the chairs in the room- seven, and the gold markings on the walls- six hundred fifty-three, and the number of beads on Calwaiel's slippers- seventy-eight on each.
"Let us get this matter settled and perchance we may leave before our time is done," Elrohir implores.
"No," I reply simply.
Legolas sighs, "Canyaiel, stop being so obstinate. Your selfishness is keeping us here longer than we need to be."
I stand up and walk over to him, "And Annacálë is not being selfish at all?"
"Perhaps she is."
"Yes, yes, I really like how you blame me for things that are her doing and no blame follows to her."
He stands up, "It takes two to have a conversation."
"Just like it takes two to love." I slap myself inwardly. Oh, I am in for it now. Stupid Canyaiel, stupid, stupid, stupid!
"Do not start..."
"Perhaps if you had not left me-"
"I had not the choice."
"No one was forcing you to do anything!"
"Canyaiel, stop making this about you! Not everything has to do with you-"
Then I punch him, evenly, in the stomach, my fist forming a perfect square.
"That was unfair," he winces, falling onto the sofa as the twins move swiftly.
Elrohir smiles, "This would be funny if the situation was not so solemn."
"And you!" I shout, poking him in the stomach, "This was supposed to be the night of you and Lithelena- and you have not even spoken to her!" His mouth retreats to a solid line.
"Are you angry with me?" he asks, innocently, looking up at Lithelena with his big grey eyes. I know, know, know if I were in her position I would easily succumb to him.
"Please do not be cross with me," he touches her hand soothingly before enclosing it with his. She snaps it away and slaps him across the face, hard, making an immediate, loud reverberation.
Annacálë shoots up like the speedy growth of a tree, "Lithelena! Control yourself." She runs over to Elrohir, touching the large, red handprint on his right cheek. Elrohir carefully removes her hand from his cheek. I glance over at Calwaiel, who is sitting, staring at the wall; Elladan is sitting next to her.
Legolas sits up. Annacálë sits next to him and drapes her long, pallid arm around his shoulders.
"I used to love you," I whisper, blatantly, "But now I can not remember why." I sigh and twirl a chair around to make it face the wall. I sit down in it, and let the tears fall down my face, feeling rejected and forlorn, though I was the one who rejected him. Elrohir walks over and sits down beside me.
"Stop your tears, Anvanima." I wipe them sloppily. "Renich man pennen?"
I wipe them again, "You said you would always be there for me."
"And I will." I sigh and let him stroke my hair, entwined with my dried blood.
"Annacálë, you ruined many things for us all," I sigh, turning around and facing her, calmly, an empty pit growing in my stomach. "Yet," I add, "I have ruined much of it for myself, as well."
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To be continued... mwahahah! What do you think? Comments? Complaints? Compliments? Leave me one- you know you want to...
Sorry it's so short... I'm having major writer's block! ARGH! Ideas... anyone?
