Calaen sat and listened to Garilion's account of what had taken place with
Aradan in the cell. Fury rose in him, but he made sure that he kept his
face impassive. He would not show any anger, at least not until Aradan was
there.
"Do you want me to bring him to you?" asked Garilion, watching closely for any change in Calaen's expression, but nothing came. Instead, he merely nodded and watched as his soldier stepped outside.
Aradan was pulled in, and thrown roughly to the ground in front of Calaen's chair. Garilion's lips turned upwards in a smirk as his sharp eyes caught sight of the younger Elf trying hard to stop the fearful trembling of his body.
As the door was closed, Calaen stood up and walked slowly to where Aradan was pushing himself up from the ground. However, as the Prince came to a halt just in front of him, he stopped moving and kept his eyes lowered. So great was the pressure he was putting on his lower lip, that blood had been drawn.
"So, you released one of the prisoners," said Calaen softly. "In fact, it was none other than my brother Legolas, the one who is the most vital to my plan. Do I get the impression that you are not altogether happy with things?"
"Not at all, Your Highness," breathed Aradan. "No, there is nothing wrong. I just...I..."
"You just what?" hissed Calaen, dropping to the ground and putting a strong hand on Aradan's shoulder. "I have not wasted long years in teaching you the way of life here, only to have you throw it back in my face. If it were not for me, you would not even be here! When your mother died, I kept you and raised you. It would've been so easy for me to take your life."
"But you didn't, and I am eternally thankful for that," said Aradan.
Calaen's face darkened and he threw his foot forcefully into Aradan's chest. "Then why have you turned traitorous? You have betrayed me, nearly destroyed everything that I am working for!"
"Please believe me. I only released Prince Legolas so that he would be able to eat and drink freely," said Aradan desperately.
"Don't you ever name him in such a way again!" snapped Calaen, striking the younger Elf. "There is only one true Prince here, and that is me. I don't want you to have anything to do with him again!"
Aradan exhaled deeply and stood up slowly as Calaen moved away. "I am sorry, Your Highness. But I find it hard to look on a member of my own-
"I do not wish to hear it!" yelled Calaen. He glared at Aradan for a brief moment, before forcing the anger from his face. "What would you have me do? What do you want, Aradan? You can tell me, I will not get angry with you."
"I just do not see why you want to use your own brother for something like this. I do not see why you should feel this way about your family," said Aradan. "True, there is bad history between you and Legolas, but why can't you put the past behind you and move on? Is it so hard?"
Calaen sighed and shook his head, feigning sadness. "Well, I have to say that I'm disappointed in you. Many times have you heard the stories of my life with Legolas and Thranduil, and you swore to help me in whatever I want to do. But now, you are letting yourself be corrupted by Legolas' persuasive charm, which I seem to remember warning you about. I thought I had taught you better than that. I thought you had taken into account everything that you were told about Legolas."
'I did. You gave me no choice,' thought Aradan sadly.
*********Begin Flashback*********
Calaen looked down at the Elfling standing in front of him, and raised an enquiring eyebrow. "Well? Are you going to make no comment about that? Do you think it right that Legolas was blamed for our mother's death?"
The Elfling sighed and climbed up onto Calaen's lap. The Elf stiffened slightly, but reached out and put a hand on Aradan's shoulder. The two locked eyes for a brief moment, before the younger moved forwards and settled himself against Calaen's chest.
"No, you are going to share your thoughts on the story before anything else," said Calaen firmly. When the Elfling made no move, he reached out and drew him away. "Come, tell me what you think."
"I don't know," muttered Aradan.
"Is that so? Look, I do not wish to have to hurt you to make you speak, but I will," said Calaen sharply.
Silver tears had gathered in Aradan's eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. "Well, I don't think that it was Legolas' fault that your naneth died, because he did not do anything. If he had pushed her from the tree, it would be different."
"How dare you?" hissed Calaen, grabbing Aradan and throwing him to the floor. "That was not the answer I wanted, and well you know it."
Aradan tried to crawl away as Calaen stormed across, but he found himself being kicked so hard that he fell back. "I'm sorry. Please, don't hurt me again."
"There is no other way to teach you the difference between right and wrong," said Calaen scornfully.
Aradan instinctively curled himself into a ball as harsh kicks and blows rained down upon his small body. Blood fell freely, and it was not long before he could feel it pooling underneath him. Hot, salty tears flowed from his eyes, which were full of great pain, mental as well as physical.
After what seemed an age, Calaen stopped his cruel punishment, and lifted Aradan into his arms. The Elfling flinched as pain seared through his body, but he buried his face into Calaen's chest, and openly sobbed. Calaen sighed deeply, and sat back down.
"Did you not learn from last time?" he asked quietly. "Am I going to have to do this all the time?"
"I'm sorry Ada," whispered Aradan. "I will be good from now on."
Calaen smiled grimly as he felt a tiny fist tighten around his hair. It reminded him of Legolas as an Elfling, but he swiftly pushed the thought to the back of his mind, and stroked Aradan's hair, so alike to his own.
"Ada, are you still angry with me?" asked Aradan fearfully.
"Not any more, ion-nin," replied Calaen. "But you must know that it is because of Legolas that I am the only family you have. He killed our mother and brother, and Thranduil wrongly blamed me for causing trouble."
"But what about my naneth?" pressed Aradan.
Closing his eyes, Calaen exhaled deeply. "Your naneth? Alright, that was not Legolas' fault, because she was killed in an Orc raid, and it was unavoidable. But do not think about her. You have me now."
Aradan nodded mutely, and pressed himself further into Calaen's embrace. He enjoyed moments like this, when his father was kind and caring. But they came very rarely, and cruelty and pain filled many of the Elfling's days. He would never admit it, but he didn't believe any of Calaen's stories. And one day, he hoped to find Thranduil and Legolas, and have the loving family he had always dreamed of.
*********End Flashback*********
"Aradan! Can you defend yourself in any way?" demanded Calaen.
The younger Elf started, as he realised that tears had sprung to his eyes, thanks to the painful memory. "I am sorry, and I ask only for your forgiveness. I will accept whatever punishment is dealt to me."
Calaen watched as his son bowed down on one knee, dark hair falling in front of his eyes. "Calm yourself, I am not going to do anything to you. But if I find out that you have been treating the prisoners in such a way again, you will see a side of me which has not yet been revealed to you. Is that clear?"
"Yes," whispered Aradan.
"What was that?" snapped Calaen, reaching down and grabbing some of Aradan's hair.
"I said that yes, it is clear," replied Aradan, fighting hard to keep his voice from shaking. When he had told Legolas that he was not afraid of Calaen, he had been lying.
"Good," said Calaen curtly. "Now, clean yourself up and get out of my sight. I do not wish to lay eyes on you for a long while yet. Go!"
Aradan straightened up and inclined his head. "As you wish, Your Highness." As he turned to leave, tears fell from his eyes. They went un-noticed however, by Calaen.
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Elladan lay on his bed, staring at the opposite wall. He had been alone for just over two hours, in the hope that his thoughts may become clearer, and more visions would appear. Nothing had happened though, and he felt just as helpless and confused as he had done earlier on. He so wanted to be of more use to Estel and Legolas, but knew full well that visions could not be forced to appear. It took a lot of patience, and that does not come easily in desperate situations.
The door opened then, and Elrohir came in, his heart sinking at the sight of his still brother: clearly nothing had happened. His bed had been moved into this room on the day the Fellowship had left, but he ignored it and sat down on the edge of Elladan's. The older twin registered the presence next to him, but showed no sign of moving.
"You are not asleep, 'Dan. I know you too well," commented Elrohir.
"If I was asleep, you would've woken me up," said Elladan, rolling onto his back so he could see his brother's face.
"But you weren't, so it does not matter," laughed Elrohir. His smiled faded however, when he saw the pain in Elladan's eyes. "Do not worry, it will come in time. And you must not blame yourself, for you cannot control these visions."
Elladan sighed, and nodded slowly. "I know. All I want is to help our brother and friends, and I have prayed to everyone imaginable: the Valar, Eru, and Ilúvatar, to let me see more. But nothing has come. I hate having to sit here, doing absolutely nothing."
"I know you do," said Elrohir soothingly. "I will not say that I understand how you feel though, for you may well explode like you did earlier."
"Yes, I'm sorry about that," muttered Elladan. "I was wrong to vent my anger on you and Ada. Speaking of which, where is he?"
"When last I heard, he was sending a message to Thranduil," replied Elrohir. "It is, after all, only fair that the King knows about Legolas being...captured. Hopefully, he will leave Mirkwood as soon as he gets the message."
"I expect he will," said Elladan. Pausing for a moment, he pushed himself into a sitting position and moved closer to his brother. "Can I tell you something, 'Ro? And do you promise not to tell Ada?"
"Of course you can, and it depends on what it is," replied Elrohir, with a gentle smile.
Elladan inhaled deeply, and passed a hand through his hair. "Since I had that vision earlier, I've been thinking and reflecting on the past. You know how useless I feel right now, and it just made me think that, maybe if my visions had come sooner, things would've turned out differently."
"You speak of the time when Legolas was fading," said Elrohir quietly.
"Yes. I mean, Thranduil was here for a week, but I saw nothing. If I had done, he would've returned to Mirkwood, probably in time to stop Calaen before things got extremely bad. If he had done, Legolas' heart would not have broken, and Airëlus would not have had to ride here for Ada."
Elrohir sat in silence for a minute, before fixing Elladan with an intense gaze. "Do you blame yourself?"
Again there was silence, but this went on for a few minutes more. Elladan bit his lip and went to stand at the window, whilst Elrohir remained on the bed, face impassive, but soul screaming for his brother to say no. It was not to be though, for after a while, Elladan slowly nodded his head, without uttering a single word.
"You blame yourself un-necessarily," said Elrohir.
"And you speak untruthfully," retorted Elladan. "I cannot help but feel this way. You would too, I am sure of it."
Elrohir sighed and raised his eyes desperately to the ceiling. "You cannot change fate, Elladan, no matter how much you want to. Everything in life happens for some reason or another, and although we cannot see that reason, it is there. I cannot tell you why Airëlus died, or why Calaen was possessed with so much jealousy, but things were meant to turn out that way. There *was* a reason."
"Well I can't see it," snapped Elladan, whirling around. The angry expression on his face quickly vanished though, and he went to sit next to his brother on the bed.
"Don't," said Elrohir, holding up a hand as Elladan opened his mouth to apologize. "There is no need to."
"How do you know what I was going to say?" asked Elladan, a smile playing on his lips.
Elrohir grinned, and put a hand on his twin's shoulder. "As I've already said, I know you too well. Listen, let's go out outside and do something. It is no good you shutting yourself away and being entirely isolated."
"But what if-
"Try not to worry about the visions. They will only come if you are relaxed and calm," said Elrohir, standing up and pulling his brother with him. Elladan nodded, but the flicker of doubt in his eyes did not go un-noticed, and Elrohir made a decision then and there to do something that he had never done before: break a promise made to his twin. He had to tell Lord Elrond about this.
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Elfobsesion2931: OK, I just went across and read your story, and it's really good so far! But the review button wouldn't work, and every time I clicked more than once on it, a new window just appeared. It was really annoying, but I'll try again to review it. But I'll just quickly say something about the story here. The idea you had about the Aquatina's was really good! They sound really creepy, and the way you describe their cruel ways are really chilling! But in a good way! And poor Tolase. He's sweet!
Rachel13: Yeah, it made me hungry as well. But sadly, I don't have anything as interesting as that in my kitchen! Has anyone ever told you that you should be a comedian?
Fuji the Hobbit: I think I may have read one of her books, but I can't remember. The name sounds familiar though.
Maiden-Of-Tears: Can I ask a random question? Are you English?
Starlit Hope: Yeah, I actually wrote a chapter earlier, and it...made an appearance, so to speak.
Deana: Exactly, and that's because we are evil! Hee hee! LOL
Irish QT: Yeah, I've become attached to him as well!
Legolas-gurl888: That's weird that you like the Legolas and Calaen interaction, cos I really like writing it as well! How strange!
Inwe Elendil: Yeah, I'm thinking of starting a course that specializes in Legolas torture. Anyone is free to join!
Haldir's Heart and Soul: Yeah, service these days...
CaryElwesisHOT: Hiya, glad you like the stories! Honestly, I just base them on the way that I feel. So if I feel annoyed or angry at people, then I take my stress out on the characters! LOL
Hiei-Rulez: Well, it had to be him!
ChibiYugiYasha: OK, I know you asked for shorter flashbacks. I tried to cut that down a bit, but I'm not sure if it's as short as you wanted it.
Queen-of-Mirkwood-2932: Hiya, I forgot to ask you the other day about this sequel that you're planning. What's the basic kinda storyline for it?
Yes, you did all read correctly. In that flashback, Aradan DID call Calaen 'Ada', and Calaen did call Aradan 'ion-nin'. Anyways, I'm not gonna be busy for the next few days. Except tomorrow, cos I'm having an Orlando Night with my friend! But I'll be at home in the day to update! Speak to you all soon, Luv Misto x-x
"Do you want me to bring him to you?" asked Garilion, watching closely for any change in Calaen's expression, but nothing came. Instead, he merely nodded and watched as his soldier stepped outside.
Aradan was pulled in, and thrown roughly to the ground in front of Calaen's chair. Garilion's lips turned upwards in a smirk as his sharp eyes caught sight of the younger Elf trying hard to stop the fearful trembling of his body.
As the door was closed, Calaen stood up and walked slowly to where Aradan was pushing himself up from the ground. However, as the Prince came to a halt just in front of him, he stopped moving and kept his eyes lowered. So great was the pressure he was putting on his lower lip, that blood had been drawn.
"So, you released one of the prisoners," said Calaen softly. "In fact, it was none other than my brother Legolas, the one who is the most vital to my plan. Do I get the impression that you are not altogether happy with things?"
"Not at all, Your Highness," breathed Aradan. "No, there is nothing wrong. I just...I..."
"You just what?" hissed Calaen, dropping to the ground and putting a strong hand on Aradan's shoulder. "I have not wasted long years in teaching you the way of life here, only to have you throw it back in my face. If it were not for me, you would not even be here! When your mother died, I kept you and raised you. It would've been so easy for me to take your life."
"But you didn't, and I am eternally thankful for that," said Aradan.
Calaen's face darkened and he threw his foot forcefully into Aradan's chest. "Then why have you turned traitorous? You have betrayed me, nearly destroyed everything that I am working for!"
"Please believe me. I only released Prince Legolas so that he would be able to eat and drink freely," said Aradan desperately.
"Don't you ever name him in such a way again!" snapped Calaen, striking the younger Elf. "There is only one true Prince here, and that is me. I don't want you to have anything to do with him again!"
Aradan exhaled deeply and stood up slowly as Calaen moved away. "I am sorry, Your Highness. But I find it hard to look on a member of my own-
"I do not wish to hear it!" yelled Calaen. He glared at Aradan for a brief moment, before forcing the anger from his face. "What would you have me do? What do you want, Aradan? You can tell me, I will not get angry with you."
"I just do not see why you want to use your own brother for something like this. I do not see why you should feel this way about your family," said Aradan. "True, there is bad history between you and Legolas, but why can't you put the past behind you and move on? Is it so hard?"
Calaen sighed and shook his head, feigning sadness. "Well, I have to say that I'm disappointed in you. Many times have you heard the stories of my life with Legolas and Thranduil, and you swore to help me in whatever I want to do. But now, you are letting yourself be corrupted by Legolas' persuasive charm, which I seem to remember warning you about. I thought I had taught you better than that. I thought you had taken into account everything that you were told about Legolas."
'I did. You gave me no choice,' thought Aradan sadly.
*********Begin Flashback*********
Calaen looked down at the Elfling standing in front of him, and raised an enquiring eyebrow. "Well? Are you going to make no comment about that? Do you think it right that Legolas was blamed for our mother's death?"
The Elfling sighed and climbed up onto Calaen's lap. The Elf stiffened slightly, but reached out and put a hand on Aradan's shoulder. The two locked eyes for a brief moment, before the younger moved forwards and settled himself against Calaen's chest.
"No, you are going to share your thoughts on the story before anything else," said Calaen firmly. When the Elfling made no move, he reached out and drew him away. "Come, tell me what you think."
"I don't know," muttered Aradan.
"Is that so? Look, I do not wish to have to hurt you to make you speak, but I will," said Calaen sharply.
Silver tears had gathered in Aradan's eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. "Well, I don't think that it was Legolas' fault that your naneth died, because he did not do anything. If he had pushed her from the tree, it would be different."
"How dare you?" hissed Calaen, grabbing Aradan and throwing him to the floor. "That was not the answer I wanted, and well you know it."
Aradan tried to crawl away as Calaen stormed across, but he found himself being kicked so hard that he fell back. "I'm sorry. Please, don't hurt me again."
"There is no other way to teach you the difference between right and wrong," said Calaen scornfully.
Aradan instinctively curled himself into a ball as harsh kicks and blows rained down upon his small body. Blood fell freely, and it was not long before he could feel it pooling underneath him. Hot, salty tears flowed from his eyes, which were full of great pain, mental as well as physical.
After what seemed an age, Calaen stopped his cruel punishment, and lifted Aradan into his arms. The Elfling flinched as pain seared through his body, but he buried his face into Calaen's chest, and openly sobbed. Calaen sighed deeply, and sat back down.
"Did you not learn from last time?" he asked quietly. "Am I going to have to do this all the time?"
"I'm sorry Ada," whispered Aradan. "I will be good from now on."
Calaen smiled grimly as he felt a tiny fist tighten around his hair. It reminded him of Legolas as an Elfling, but he swiftly pushed the thought to the back of his mind, and stroked Aradan's hair, so alike to his own.
"Ada, are you still angry with me?" asked Aradan fearfully.
"Not any more, ion-nin," replied Calaen. "But you must know that it is because of Legolas that I am the only family you have. He killed our mother and brother, and Thranduil wrongly blamed me for causing trouble."
"But what about my naneth?" pressed Aradan.
Closing his eyes, Calaen exhaled deeply. "Your naneth? Alright, that was not Legolas' fault, because she was killed in an Orc raid, and it was unavoidable. But do not think about her. You have me now."
Aradan nodded mutely, and pressed himself further into Calaen's embrace. He enjoyed moments like this, when his father was kind and caring. But they came very rarely, and cruelty and pain filled many of the Elfling's days. He would never admit it, but he didn't believe any of Calaen's stories. And one day, he hoped to find Thranduil and Legolas, and have the loving family he had always dreamed of.
*********End Flashback*********
"Aradan! Can you defend yourself in any way?" demanded Calaen.
The younger Elf started, as he realised that tears had sprung to his eyes, thanks to the painful memory. "I am sorry, and I ask only for your forgiveness. I will accept whatever punishment is dealt to me."
Calaen watched as his son bowed down on one knee, dark hair falling in front of his eyes. "Calm yourself, I am not going to do anything to you. But if I find out that you have been treating the prisoners in such a way again, you will see a side of me which has not yet been revealed to you. Is that clear?"
"Yes," whispered Aradan.
"What was that?" snapped Calaen, reaching down and grabbing some of Aradan's hair.
"I said that yes, it is clear," replied Aradan, fighting hard to keep his voice from shaking. When he had told Legolas that he was not afraid of Calaen, he had been lying.
"Good," said Calaen curtly. "Now, clean yourself up and get out of my sight. I do not wish to lay eyes on you for a long while yet. Go!"
Aradan straightened up and inclined his head. "As you wish, Your Highness." As he turned to leave, tears fell from his eyes. They went un-noticed however, by Calaen.
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Elladan lay on his bed, staring at the opposite wall. He had been alone for just over two hours, in the hope that his thoughts may become clearer, and more visions would appear. Nothing had happened though, and he felt just as helpless and confused as he had done earlier on. He so wanted to be of more use to Estel and Legolas, but knew full well that visions could not be forced to appear. It took a lot of patience, and that does not come easily in desperate situations.
The door opened then, and Elrohir came in, his heart sinking at the sight of his still brother: clearly nothing had happened. His bed had been moved into this room on the day the Fellowship had left, but he ignored it and sat down on the edge of Elladan's. The older twin registered the presence next to him, but showed no sign of moving.
"You are not asleep, 'Dan. I know you too well," commented Elrohir.
"If I was asleep, you would've woken me up," said Elladan, rolling onto his back so he could see his brother's face.
"But you weren't, so it does not matter," laughed Elrohir. His smiled faded however, when he saw the pain in Elladan's eyes. "Do not worry, it will come in time. And you must not blame yourself, for you cannot control these visions."
Elladan sighed, and nodded slowly. "I know. All I want is to help our brother and friends, and I have prayed to everyone imaginable: the Valar, Eru, and Ilúvatar, to let me see more. But nothing has come. I hate having to sit here, doing absolutely nothing."
"I know you do," said Elrohir soothingly. "I will not say that I understand how you feel though, for you may well explode like you did earlier."
"Yes, I'm sorry about that," muttered Elladan. "I was wrong to vent my anger on you and Ada. Speaking of which, where is he?"
"When last I heard, he was sending a message to Thranduil," replied Elrohir. "It is, after all, only fair that the King knows about Legolas being...captured. Hopefully, he will leave Mirkwood as soon as he gets the message."
"I expect he will," said Elladan. Pausing for a moment, he pushed himself into a sitting position and moved closer to his brother. "Can I tell you something, 'Ro? And do you promise not to tell Ada?"
"Of course you can, and it depends on what it is," replied Elrohir, with a gentle smile.
Elladan inhaled deeply, and passed a hand through his hair. "Since I had that vision earlier, I've been thinking and reflecting on the past. You know how useless I feel right now, and it just made me think that, maybe if my visions had come sooner, things would've turned out differently."
"You speak of the time when Legolas was fading," said Elrohir quietly.
"Yes. I mean, Thranduil was here for a week, but I saw nothing. If I had done, he would've returned to Mirkwood, probably in time to stop Calaen before things got extremely bad. If he had done, Legolas' heart would not have broken, and Airëlus would not have had to ride here for Ada."
Elrohir sat in silence for a minute, before fixing Elladan with an intense gaze. "Do you blame yourself?"
Again there was silence, but this went on for a few minutes more. Elladan bit his lip and went to stand at the window, whilst Elrohir remained on the bed, face impassive, but soul screaming for his brother to say no. It was not to be though, for after a while, Elladan slowly nodded his head, without uttering a single word.
"You blame yourself un-necessarily," said Elrohir.
"And you speak untruthfully," retorted Elladan. "I cannot help but feel this way. You would too, I am sure of it."
Elrohir sighed and raised his eyes desperately to the ceiling. "You cannot change fate, Elladan, no matter how much you want to. Everything in life happens for some reason or another, and although we cannot see that reason, it is there. I cannot tell you why Airëlus died, or why Calaen was possessed with so much jealousy, but things were meant to turn out that way. There *was* a reason."
"Well I can't see it," snapped Elladan, whirling around. The angry expression on his face quickly vanished though, and he went to sit next to his brother on the bed.
"Don't," said Elrohir, holding up a hand as Elladan opened his mouth to apologize. "There is no need to."
"How do you know what I was going to say?" asked Elladan, a smile playing on his lips.
Elrohir grinned, and put a hand on his twin's shoulder. "As I've already said, I know you too well. Listen, let's go out outside and do something. It is no good you shutting yourself away and being entirely isolated."
"But what if-
"Try not to worry about the visions. They will only come if you are relaxed and calm," said Elrohir, standing up and pulling his brother with him. Elladan nodded, but the flicker of doubt in his eyes did not go un-noticed, and Elrohir made a decision then and there to do something that he had never done before: break a promise made to his twin. He had to tell Lord Elrond about this.
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Elfobsesion2931: OK, I just went across and read your story, and it's really good so far! But the review button wouldn't work, and every time I clicked more than once on it, a new window just appeared. It was really annoying, but I'll try again to review it. But I'll just quickly say something about the story here. The idea you had about the Aquatina's was really good! They sound really creepy, and the way you describe their cruel ways are really chilling! But in a good way! And poor Tolase. He's sweet!
Rachel13: Yeah, it made me hungry as well. But sadly, I don't have anything as interesting as that in my kitchen! Has anyone ever told you that you should be a comedian?
Fuji the Hobbit: I think I may have read one of her books, but I can't remember. The name sounds familiar though.
Maiden-Of-Tears: Can I ask a random question? Are you English?
Starlit Hope: Yeah, I actually wrote a chapter earlier, and it...made an appearance, so to speak.
Deana: Exactly, and that's because we are evil! Hee hee! LOL
Irish QT: Yeah, I've become attached to him as well!
Legolas-gurl888: That's weird that you like the Legolas and Calaen interaction, cos I really like writing it as well! How strange!
Inwe Elendil: Yeah, I'm thinking of starting a course that specializes in Legolas torture. Anyone is free to join!
Haldir's Heart and Soul: Yeah, service these days...
CaryElwesisHOT: Hiya, glad you like the stories! Honestly, I just base them on the way that I feel. So if I feel annoyed or angry at people, then I take my stress out on the characters! LOL
Hiei-Rulez: Well, it had to be him!
ChibiYugiYasha: OK, I know you asked for shorter flashbacks. I tried to cut that down a bit, but I'm not sure if it's as short as you wanted it.
Queen-of-Mirkwood-2932: Hiya, I forgot to ask you the other day about this sequel that you're planning. What's the basic kinda storyline for it?
Yes, you did all read correctly. In that flashback, Aradan DID call Calaen 'Ada', and Calaen did call Aradan 'ion-nin'. Anyways, I'm not gonna be busy for the next few days. Except tomorrow, cos I'm having an Orlando Night with my friend! But I'll be at home in the day to update! Speak to you all soon, Luv Misto x-x