chapter 8
Belthor walked quietly toward the mountains, where the Elves were said to have come from. But now he was not sure he wanted to find them, everything the people told him about his race put doubts in his mind, yet he was free from the village prison. He decided to go through the caves that were near and see where he came out.
Elladan was chained up in his room, and he was heavily guarded, people afraid that he would attack again. He had been sent for under a heavy escort and he thought about escaping but he reached his father's study before he could act.
"Leave us," Elrond commanded the guards who left without hesitation.
"Hello Ada, how are you?" he smiled his voice dripping with cheery sarcasm, but the elder's glower bore into him, "you know these bonds are a little tight, do you mind undoing them for me?"
"I do not think they are tight enough, nor are they in the right place." Elrond's voice was uncharacteristically indifferent.
"Where would you have them then Ada?" he smirked.
"Around your neck. It is no less than you deserve for what you have done." If his harsh words hit the younger Elf, it did not show.
"And what have I done Ada? To render such anger and hate?"
"Are you really so stupid that you cannot see?" he hissed, "you could have killed Legolas, yet you seem not to care."
"Because I don't. He killed my brother; he deserves nothing less than death."
"And me? I could clearly see you were intent on harming me as well."
"You were in my way." He said, his callousness hit Elrond, angered him further and yet saddened him.
"Guards," he yelled, immediately a dozen Elves entered the room, weapons were drawn, "get him out of my sight," he glared the younger Elf down, "before I do something I regret," he finished his voice barely audible.
"See you later Ada," he said cheerily.
"You are no son of mine." Elrond glared before they took the younger Elf out of the study.