Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but a good part of this fic feeds on anger, so I have to wait for anger until I can update. But anyway, in response to a review, I can't assure anything about the ending, and since it's pretty far off, I don't think we're going to have to worry about that just yet. Onto the story now.

The rest of the day I just wandered around the gardens, wondering. I thought about many things, rolling the thoughts around my mind over and over again. Some thoughts made me angry beyond belief, like something I'd wondered about time and time again. Why did my dad never even try to get a job after he was fired? I'd constantly wondered about it, but every time it would burn me alive inside.

That night I went to bed the same way I'd woken up, void of feeling. Thinking about things all day does that to you. If you think about emotional things, it drains you of emotion. So I just plopped into bed and laid there.

I just laid there not thinking, when a thought accidentally crossed my mind. That tiny little shred of hope. . . I tried to convince myself that there was no hope anymore. And that's how I fell asleep, my mind waging a war that couldn't be won either way. I couldn't convince myself the hope wasn't there, but I also couldn't agree that it was there either.

In the morning I awoke after the sun had risen and rolled into a crouching position. I was wearing the same clothes as I'd been wearing all yesterday, and I felt lie I'd been hit by a truck.

'There aren't any trucks in Middle Earth you idiot, but you might've ran into a tree.' I thought to myself. When I was done bathing I went to my closet. I suddenly remembered how I'd agreed to go with Elladan and practice archery. I figured I'd need a different shirt than the ones I'd been wearing, but I could still wear a skirt. So I looked in my closet until I found what I wanted, the shirt I'd been wearing when I ran away and ended up here. It was a simple black tank top, but I loved it to death. I clutched it and pressed it to my face. There was a weird thing about that shirt, it always carried the same smell no matter how many times you washed it. I'd come to realize that it was my personal scent, something I couldn't quite put into words, but it comforted me and calmed my nerves.

I sighed and slipped it on, as well as an ankle length black skirt and my sandals. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and wore my green bandanna. I looked outside and realized that it was already late in the morning. I quickly made my way to the dining room wondering why no one had woken me for breakfast. When I made it into the dining room it was empty, save Elladan sitting in a chair waiting for me. He looked up at me as I walked up to him.

"Ready to go?" he asked. I held up one finger and walked over to a bowl on one of the tables, which was full of fruit. I grabbed a handful of strawberries and nodded, following Elladan to the archery range. I ate the strawberries while walking to the archery range.

Suddenly, Elladan broke the silence "I'm sorry that you missed breakfast, but when I couldn't find you I asked a maid to go and see if you were awake, but when she returned, she told me that she couldn't wake you no matter how hard she tried." I grinned as I popped the last strawberry into my mouth, savoring the sweet taste.

We came out into a clearing where a small shed was set up. Elladan led me inside, and I discovered that it was a weapon shed, full of bows, arrows, swords, sheaths, and quivers. Elladan looked around for a while until he produced a bow and quiver. He tested the bow to my height and strength level, and nodded, satisfied. He showed me how to strap the quiver to my back, and proceeded to lead me to the archery range where many targets were set up in all places. He took his own bow off his back, knocked an arrow, took aim, and shot the arrow straight into the center of a target.

'Great.' I thought. 'Here I am with next to no experience, and Elladan can shoot better than I've ever seen.' I rolled my eyes, drew an arrow and took aim, looking down the shaft. I let the arrow fly, and it hit about halfway between the side and center of the target.

"That's pretty good, someone taught you before, correct?" I nodded, releasing another arrow, this time it hit closer to the center. "Who taught you, your father maybe?" For about an hour there was silence except for the singing of the arrows and the dull thud they made upon contact with the targets.

In the silence, my mind began to wander. And as it always managed to do, it avoided my mental blocks and I once again began to think about my dad. I felt the intense flame of anger burning inside me, and I pictured my dad's face on the target. I could hear my heartbeat and felt the anger inside me burning harder than ever. I drew the arrow in my hand so far back that the point hit the wood of my bow. I felt my muscles turn to rock beneath my skin. I heard my dad yelling at me for some unknown reason, and let the shaft fly, hitting the target dead on.

" I hate you." I hissed.

Elladan nearly dropped his bow. "What did you jut say!?" He asked, a look of pure astonishment on his face. The astonishment on my face was just the same, mixed in with a little fear.

'Oh shit. I didn't just do that. No, I couldn't have. No!' I thought angrily.





Ah yes, not the best place to stop, but what the heck. The Stupify Fish thread got answered!!! Sorry, random thought, just ignore it.