Chapter 4
Elladan stormed out of Imladris garden, his brother close behind.
"Elladan," he called grabbing the elder's arm but was shoved away. "Elladan listen to me."
"No you listen, Estel, my brother is out there somewhere and I won't give up until he is safe at home."
"Elladan, you have not eaten drank or slept in days, I don't want you testing the limits of Elvish endurance. You could kill yourself."
"Estel, dearest brother I am more than capable of taking care of myself. I do not need or want your concern." Elladan yelled back at him before storming off, a gentle hand stilled the man.
"Leave him be," Elrond said from behind.
"I'm just worried for him Ada," Estel whispered.
"I know my son. I worry too." He said pulling his youngest close, "he will get over it soon and we will find Elrohir." He smiled leading the man inside.
Belthor followed Taria to the Lord's manor.
"Ah, Taria, I heard you were coming," he smiled at her and glared at her companion. "So you brought the Elf."
"Hello Arnen," she smiled, "this is Belthor, and I request he is allowed to stay with us in the village."
"You must be joking. He is an Elf. You know what his kind is capable of..."
"He is not like the others, he remembers nothing of himself or his people...we found him last week in the river. He has not attempted to harm anyone yet."
"But for how long will that go on?" he turned to the Elf, "How long before you break your word and start killing our people."
"I won't. I promise...please...I'I-I just need somewhere to stay. Please."
"Very well, but if you try anything...I will kill you personally." His tone left no trace of idle threat.
"Thank you." Taria smiled gratefully, "come on." She led Belthor back home.