A/N- After much debate, I have finally decided to post the rest of my story instead of rewriting it. I feel that I need to move on to the next one, not dwell over glaring flaws and cheesy soap opera plot. But if you were generally amused or liked it, let me know. Someday, I will rewrite it and make it more realistic.
Side note- It's my belief that when elves fall in love, they fall hard and fast. How many couples were writen to 'look upon him/her, and loved him/her'? It doesn't mean that they belong together or were meant to be, just that they had strong feelings for the other. That is the premise this story was based on. Just so you know...
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~Chapter 5 ~ Confrontation~
Elrohir gazed at the book that rested on his lap. He had gone to the Hall of Fire for solace and reflection. The sun was waning and darkness was shading the halls of Rivendell.
Darkness shaded Elrohir's heart.
'If I never see Silluina again, it would do much good,' he thought forlornly.
It was a probable chance, since the Council was nearly at its end. The discussions were finishing as he sat there and soon it would be time for dinner. Elrohir wasn't hungry, and even more so, he wasn't ready to face Elladan.
He sighed. Elrohir had betrayed his brother; there was no doubt in his mind that Elladan would be livid. He could hardly hide such an act from his own kin.
'I should have stopped myself. I shouldn't have kissed her,' he sighed regretfully, 'I am an elf! A son of Elrond, son of Eärendil! I should have more self control than this.'
A popping sound from the fire tore him away from his self loathing. Soft footsteps echoed in the empty room. Elrohir glanced back. Swathed in shadows from the dimming light on one side, and flickering red from the leaping fire on the other, Elladan strode steadily towards his younger brother. The effect of the fire added to the sense of foreboding.
Elrohir frowned. Though he was not ready for this confrontation, he knew it was inevitable.
Elladan stepped up until a meter separated the two. They looked at each other for a long moment. Guilt and apprehension were evident in Elrohir's eyes, and anger and hurt in Elladan's.
Elladan only wanted one answer, "Why?"
Their eyes stayed locked as Elrohir answered after a delay, "I didn't mean for this to happen."
"But it did. You knew I longed for her, you knew my intentions," he said, "You still haven't changed. You think only for yourself, not outside the moment or for feelings of others. You have hurt two hearts in one shot."
'More than two,' Elrohir lamented.
"I can take the blame for my actions, but Silluina went after me," Elrohir protested. He knew it was childish to bring her into this, but it was true, however uncouth it was.
Anger flared to his visage, "I never had a chance! I met her first, she thought you were me! Didn't you notice? That night in the Hall of Fire? You told the story of Morro. She told me everything."
"Everything," Elrohir squeaked slightly with the question.
Elladan was silent as he tried to decide what Elrohir's sudden distress came from. There was, perhaps, more to what happened that night, he determined.
'I'll wring it out of him,' he thought.
"Oh yes, and that little rendevous at our parent's favorite bench? What a romantic idea. Do you do that with all your little women?"
This time Elrohir was mad, "I happened to meet her on her way there. She was upset because of you. You hurt her too, saying those awful things about me. She has a right to choose for herself. You should honor that choice with honor."
"Honor? You speak of honor? You kissed her, brother," he spat back, "You pulled her onto your lap and kissed her back."
Elrohir took a step back in astonishment, "You saw all of that?"
Crossing his arms triumphantly, "Yes I did."
"Then you heard what I said after that," he said.
Frowning, he could tell Elladan had not.
'Figures. Elladan can be so bull-headed,' Elrohir thought as he tried to decide how to solve this dilemma.
"I told her I could not love her," he murmured as his heart lurched suddenly, "That it wasn't right. She was supposed to love you, Elladan. I don't know why she chose me."
Elladan looked at his brother for a long moment. He could tell Elrohir was truly regretful about the past few days. But for all the pity he could conjure up for his twin brother, it still wouldn't outweigh the anger and disgust.
Shaking his head he answered, "You have played with women's hearts for years now. Though in a different form, you now have a taste of your own misdeeds. But now that we have an agreement of sorts, I am going to find Silluina and see if I can salvage a relationship out of this mess."
He turned to leave but paused and turned back, "By the way, brother," he spat the word, "Adar was displeased about your extended absence from the Council meetings. He wishes to see you in his den. Perhaps you'll be working Nána's garden again."
Elladan walked away, leaving Elrohir to wonder if his brother would ever forgive him.
Side note- It's my belief that when elves fall in love, they fall hard and fast. How many couples were writen to 'look upon him/her, and loved him/her'? It doesn't mean that they belong together or were meant to be, just that they had strong feelings for the other. That is the premise this story was based on. Just so you know...
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~Chapter 5 ~ Confrontation~
Elrohir gazed at the book that rested on his lap. He had gone to the Hall of Fire for solace and reflection. The sun was waning and darkness was shading the halls of Rivendell.
Darkness shaded Elrohir's heart.
'If I never see Silluina again, it would do much good,' he thought forlornly.
It was a probable chance, since the Council was nearly at its end. The discussions were finishing as he sat there and soon it would be time for dinner. Elrohir wasn't hungry, and even more so, he wasn't ready to face Elladan.
He sighed. Elrohir had betrayed his brother; there was no doubt in his mind that Elladan would be livid. He could hardly hide such an act from his own kin.
'I should have stopped myself. I shouldn't have kissed her,' he sighed regretfully, 'I am an elf! A son of Elrond, son of Eärendil! I should have more self control than this.'
A popping sound from the fire tore him away from his self loathing. Soft footsteps echoed in the empty room. Elrohir glanced back. Swathed in shadows from the dimming light on one side, and flickering red from the leaping fire on the other, Elladan strode steadily towards his younger brother. The effect of the fire added to the sense of foreboding.
Elrohir frowned. Though he was not ready for this confrontation, he knew it was inevitable.
Elladan stepped up until a meter separated the two. They looked at each other for a long moment. Guilt and apprehension were evident in Elrohir's eyes, and anger and hurt in Elladan's.
Elladan only wanted one answer, "Why?"
Their eyes stayed locked as Elrohir answered after a delay, "I didn't mean for this to happen."
"But it did. You knew I longed for her, you knew my intentions," he said, "You still haven't changed. You think only for yourself, not outside the moment or for feelings of others. You have hurt two hearts in one shot."
'More than two,' Elrohir lamented.
"I can take the blame for my actions, but Silluina went after me," Elrohir protested. He knew it was childish to bring her into this, but it was true, however uncouth it was.
Anger flared to his visage, "I never had a chance! I met her first, she thought you were me! Didn't you notice? That night in the Hall of Fire? You told the story of Morro. She told me everything."
"Everything," Elrohir squeaked slightly with the question.
Elladan was silent as he tried to decide what Elrohir's sudden distress came from. There was, perhaps, more to what happened that night, he determined.
'I'll wring it out of him,' he thought.
"Oh yes, and that little rendevous at our parent's favorite bench? What a romantic idea. Do you do that with all your little women?"
This time Elrohir was mad, "I happened to meet her on her way there. She was upset because of you. You hurt her too, saying those awful things about me. She has a right to choose for herself. You should honor that choice with honor."
"Honor? You speak of honor? You kissed her, brother," he spat back, "You pulled her onto your lap and kissed her back."
Elrohir took a step back in astonishment, "You saw all of that?"
Crossing his arms triumphantly, "Yes I did."
"Then you heard what I said after that," he said.
Frowning, he could tell Elladan had not.
'Figures. Elladan can be so bull-headed,' Elrohir thought as he tried to decide how to solve this dilemma.
"I told her I could not love her," he murmured as his heart lurched suddenly, "That it wasn't right. She was supposed to love you, Elladan. I don't know why she chose me."
Elladan looked at his brother for a long moment. He could tell Elrohir was truly regretful about the past few days. But for all the pity he could conjure up for his twin brother, it still wouldn't outweigh the anger and disgust.
Shaking his head he answered, "You have played with women's hearts for years now. Though in a different form, you now have a taste of your own misdeeds. But now that we have an agreement of sorts, I am going to find Silluina and see if I can salvage a relationship out of this mess."
He turned to leave but paused and turned back, "By the way, brother," he spat the word, "Adar was displeased about your extended absence from the Council meetings. He wishes to see you in his den. Perhaps you'll be working Nána's garden again."
Elladan walked away, leaving Elrohir to wonder if his brother would ever forgive him.
