Elladan sat quietly in the beige recliner, and Melannen could tell that he was deep in thought. The television flashed mutely in the corner of the room, sporadically illuminating his elvish features. Despite the tragic circumstances which had led to his being there, Melannen was happy that he was with her, just his presence kept her at ease. Though she knew that she did not have the right to even attempt to fathom the grief which enveloped him. The death of his twin had been worse than anything she could ever imagine, it did not take much to see that.
"Elladan?" she inquired softly.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark and dull, haunting black orbs devoid of the diamonds that once had danced in their pearly depths. Melannen paced silently over to him before sitting on the arm of the large chair. "Elladan, there was nothing you could have done, and you do nothing for him by succumbing to the grief. Elrohir would have wanted you to be strong." she said, being somewhat cautious at the use of the younger twin's name.
Elladan nodded without looking up, "Yes he would have."
Melannen brushed a wisp of chocolate hair from his face. "Tell me what happened."
The peredhil swallowed and looked up at her, pleading silently against her request, but, at long last, he spoke. "It was a couple of months ago, and there had been a gas leak somewhere in the kitchen, I can't remember where. For some reason it reacted with a few exposed electrical wires and before either of us knew what was going on, the whole house was engulfed in flames. We tried to get out, but the fire had spread so quickly that we both knew that we were trapped. One of the neighbors had called 911, but it still took too long. One of the beams collapsed and landed on my back, and the pain caused me to blackout. I awoke a couple days later, after an intense surgery to fix my cracked spine, and a little while later I found out that he hadn't made it." his voice was laden with emotion. "The Valar had always blessed us with the same gifts, and burdened us with the same hardships, but with the greatest obstacle I cannot see why they so suddenly parted us."
It pained Melannen to know that Elrohir had met such a bitter end, and it hurt her even more to know that Elladan carried the weight of his death. She could still remember the peredhil's vibrant expressions and mischievous pranks, and Melannen found it hard to believe he was gone, but she knew that it was so. "Elladan, you look tired, you must sleep." Melannen said gently. "The spare bedroom is down the hall." she stood up and stretched, "Get some sleep." then she walked across the room and disappeared around the corner, and Elladan heard the slight click of a closing door.
Thanx for all of the reviews! Yes, it COULD have been Leggy, actually it WAS going to be him, but I decided against it, I have no idea why. Probably because Orli had a mohawk . . . I can imagine Elladan/Elrohir with a mohawk, but not Legolas. :) I'm glad you all like it!
