Chapter Five
She turned over, her eyes starred at the messy curls that lay on
the pillow and the bed. She propped herself up silently starring at his back.
"My love...what ails you so?" Celebrian asked with concern.
Elrond turned over and looked at her. Dark rings hung under his dark eyes, in the blue light reflected from the moon.
"Nothing." he mumbled, "I thought you were asleep. I meant not to wake
you when I came in. Forgive me..."
With that, he turned back over. His fingers snaked secretly under his
pillow, and he ran his fingers over the smooth golden elven dagger.
"I will not push it Elrond, for I know when you are ready you shall tell me...or at least Glorfindel." she snapped.
Lying down, Elrond felt Celebrian turn sharply and pull the blankets near her neck. Sighing he closed his eyes.
Arathorn shifted in his chair, his eyes flashing in anger. Growling under his breath, he slammed the half filled goblet down, on the arm of the majestic chair.
"I do not think it was right of milord to do this to you or your
country. My warmest condolences."
Standing to his feet, Arathorn grimaced with his fist clinched.
"My father died in vain." he whispered, "I shall take from him his
life, and the life of his wife and children. Then, I will watch him slowly die from his grief." he said smiling down to the elf, "As I slaughter the elven race like pigs."
"Halahan," Arathorn said sharply, "call forth the army. We march at dawn to Rivendell. I declare war."
Giving a sharp nod of approval, Halahan walked swiftly away. Grabbing a
near by servant, his lips brushed their ear.
"Give him room and bath... after all he is our guest,"
A/N: Next chapter I think should be somewhat lengthy. I THINK! But if
chapter six is small I know for sure chapter seven is going to have
content...so review.