"Is he getting better?"
"I hear that he's walking about."
"No, our Lord is still confined to sitting, still too weak to stand on his own."
The talk was unceasing, everyone in Imladris was worried over Elrond. It had been a week since he was returned but poisons delayed his progress in healing. Even the most skilled healers were unsure if he was truly on the road to recovery.
"You should eat, it has been some time since last you did."
"Please stop worrying over me and my eating habits, I simply do not feel the need." Celebrian was stung by the sharp tone in his voice but she knew that Elrond was angered by the fact that he could not walk without help. Go about his duties as usual. Hold his children. But Celebrian was also well aware of his struggled breathing, his weak heart beat, his far too pale skin and unusual eating habits.
Elrond, his teeth clenched, looked up from the book he was reading and sighed. He reached a hand to his wife and laid a kiss upon it.
"I will eat when you eat, which I know very well isn't for another hour. By then I will have an appetite for dinner." Celebrian forced a smile so that he would worry no more over her and left her husband.
Elrond watched her go regretfully, feeling frustrated that he simply couldn't walk up to her and lay a kiss upon her lips and beg for forgiveness in the same movement.
Celebrian walked from her chambers and quickly placed a hand over her mouth as her face twisted and tears fell from her eyes. She would not let him know how much his moods affected her and how negatively. She continued walking down the hallway, seeking her own study to shed her tears in private.
He moved as a pale ghost in darkness and rarely was it that she noticed him until he was in front of her.
"Tithen min?" Celebrian looked up, gasped and hiccuped from her tears to see her father standing in the intersecting hallway. "Oh, Celebrian." She practically ran to Celeborn, his arms wide open as they had always been, and threw her arms about his shoulder's.
"Ada." She whispered. Celeborn took her tightly I his arms as she cried into his shoulder the stress of the last days.
Celeborn led Celebrian to her study in a short time and sat with her there, holding her hand as she told him of what had happened. Celeborn was troubled as he wiped away the many tears that flowed from his daughter's eyes.
"I did not know you and mother were coming, I-."
"Arwen. She was worried and rather unsure of what to do. Such things happening to her father have shocked her." He was speaking to her as a fellow parent.
"I have not had the time to truly speak with her, though I should have made it." Celebrian straightened in her chair and let her hand slip from her father's as she made sure her eyes were free of tears. Celeborn brought her to her feet and suggested that they retrieve her husband for dinner. Shocked at how much time had passed, she quickly agreed.
To the surprise and relief of all gathered, Elrond ate his normal serving plus another that night and made his way to the hall of fire with assistance from only his wife.
Celebrian's chair was as close to Elrond's as possible, her hand clasped tightly in his as they listened to the tales and songs of all gathered in the hall. Galariel and Celeborn sat close as well, their grandchildren participating in the singing and story telling occasionally. Every one gathered in the hall was in a considerably lighter mood than they had been in before, it was the first time their Lord had been able join them.
Elrond didn't let his limp show to anyone, or he tried not to. Celebrian was far to accustomed to everything as it was in her husband and, picking up the slightly heavier step of his left foot, supported him more.
"I'm fine, I could walk back by myself." Celebrian looked up at him.
"Really? Than why do you not?" Elrond had seen this coming from his wife and prepared the perfect response.
"I enjoy being so close to you constantly." She nuzzled his cheek as they reached their room.
For the next few weeks, Elrond's strength seemed to return an he took up the duties of the last homely house again. Celebrian aided him whenever she could but another thought, filled with fear, entered her mind. Galadriel and Celeborn had not yet left and many more visitors were received, among them, the Grey Wanderer.
" You are looking much better, but I think you should rest more."
" Like your daughter, you worry far too much over me." Galadriel turned from the window to look at her son, her normally stern face replaced with one of great stress.
"Though she is wise herself and knows her husband well, Celebrian does not see in you what I do. The stress of what is coming could claim you…in both body…and soul." Elrond looked away from her face to the window. Lavas was approaching and the leaves of Imladris' fair trees were turning a burnt- gold in hue.
"It matters not what becomes of my body or soul if I see my family slaughtered under his hand." His voice went from hard to almost a whisper at the memory of his lost King. "If I…can even assist in the battles I am sure will come, then let them take what they will, just not my family." Galadriel did not sigh for she knew how he felt. The shadow was affecting her as well.
Tithen min-Little one
Ada-Daddy
Lavas-Late summer to early autumn season in sindarin.
Well, there it is. A little unsure as to how I'm gonna continue so it could be a long while or, it could be tomorrow, depends on when a really juicy inspiration comes upon me.
Sending this chapter out to Nemis, I feel your pain, I hate torturing these characters…though…I've already strayed from the canon…what's to stop me from going a bit further…nah, too set in my ways, I'm biting my nails down to nubs waiting for the next chap!:)
Review plz!(I know, I'm sad, lol)
"I hear that he's walking about."
"No, our Lord is still confined to sitting, still too weak to stand on his own."
The talk was unceasing, everyone in Imladris was worried over Elrond. It had been a week since he was returned but poisons delayed his progress in healing. Even the most skilled healers were unsure if he was truly on the road to recovery.
"You should eat, it has been some time since last you did."
"Please stop worrying over me and my eating habits, I simply do not feel the need." Celebrian was stung by the sharp tone in his voice but she knew that Elrond was angered by the fact that he could not walk without help. Go about his duties as usual. Hold his children. But Celebrian was also well aware of his struggled breathing, his weak heart beat, his far too pale skin and unusual eating habits.
Elrond, his teeth clenched, looked up from the book he was reading and sighed. He reached a hand to his wife and laid a kiss upon it.
"I will eat when you eat, which I know very well isn't for another hour. By then I will have an appetite for dinner." Celebrian forced a smile so that he would worry no more over her and left her husband.
Elrond watched her go regretfully, feeling frustrated that he simply couldn't walk up to her and lay a kiss upon her lips and beg for forgiveness in the same movement.
Celebrian walked from her chambers and quickly placed a hand over her mouth as her face twisted and tears fell from her eyes. She would not let him know how much his moods affected her and how negatively. She continued walking down the hallway, seeking her own study to shed her tears in private.
He moved as a pale ghost in darkness and rarely was it that she noticed him until he was in front of her.
"Tithen min?" Celebrian looked up, gasped and hiccuped from her tears to see her father standing in the intersecting hallway. "Oh, Celebrian." She practically ran to Celeborn, his arms wide open as they had always been, and threw her arms about his shoulder's.
"Ada." She whispered. Celeborn took her tightly I his arms as she cried into his shoulder the stress of the last days.
Celeborn led Celebrian to her study in a short time and sat with her there, holding her hand as she told him of what had happened. Celeborn was troubled as he wiped away the many tears that flowed from his daughter's eyes.
"I did not know you and mother were coming, I-."
"Arwen. She was worried and rather unsure of what to do. Such things happening to her father have shocked her." He was speaking to her as a fellow parent.
"I have not had the time to truly speak with her, though I should have made it." Celebrian straightened in her chair and let her hand slip from her father's as she made sure her eyes were free of tears. Celeborn brought her to her feet and suggested that they retrieve her husband for dinner. Shocked at how much time had passed, she quickly agreed.
To the surprise and relief of all gathered, Elrond ate his normal serving plus another that night and made his way to the hall of fire with assistance from only his wife.
Celebrian's chair was as close to Elrond's as possible, her hand clasped tightly in his as they listened to the tales and songs of all gathered in the hall. Galariel and Celeborn sat close as well, their grandchildren participating in the singing and story telling occasionally. Every one gathered in the hall was in a considerably lighter mood than they had been in before, it was the first time their Lord had been able join them.
Elrond didn't let his limp show to anyone, or he tried not to. Celebrian was far to accustomed to everything as it was in her husband and, picking up the slightly heavier step of his left foot, supported him more.
"I'm fine, I could walk back by myself." Celebrian looked up at him.
"Really? Than why do you not?" Elrond had seen this coming from his wife and prepared the perfect response.
"I enjoy being so close to you constantly." She nuzzled his cheek as they reached their room.
For the next few weeks, Elrond's strength seemed to return an he took up the duties of the last homely house again. Celebrian aided him whenever she could but another thought, filled with fear, entered her mind. Galadriel and Celeborn had not yet left and many more visitors were received, among them, the Grey Wanderer.
" You are looking much better, but I think you should rest more."
" Like your daughter, you worry far too much over me." Galadriel turned from the window to look at her son, her normally stern face replaced with one of great stress.
"Though she is wise herself and knows her husband well, Celebrian does not see in you what I do. The stress of what is coming could claim you…in both body…and soul." Elrond looked away from her face to the window. Lavas was approaching and the leaves of Imladris' fair trees were turning a burnt- gold in hue.
"It matters not what becomes of my body or soul if I see my family slaughtered under his hand." His voice went from hard to almost a whisper at the memory of his lost King. "If I…can even assist in the battles I am sure will come, then let them take what they will, just not my family." Galadriel did not sigh for she knew how he felt. The shadow was affecting her as well.
Tithen min-Little one
Ada-Daddy
Lavas-Late summer to early autumn season in sindarin.
Well, there it is. A little unsure as to how I'm gonna continue so it could be a long while or, it could be tomorrow, depends on when a really juicy inspiration comes upon me.
Sending this chapter out to Nemis, I feel your pain, I hate torturing these characters…though…I've already strayed from the canon…what's to stop me from going a bit further…nah, too set in my ways, I'm biting my nails down to nubs waiting for the next chap!:)
Review plz!(I know, I'm sad, lol)