Remember

To Talk, To Know

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Authors note: Well, I am not sure what all I want to do with this chapter! I know what I want to do, just not with this chapter. I guess we'll see what happens with it now won't we! REVIEW PLEASE! I BEG THEE ALL! This is the last chapter I am posting before school begins tomorrow. But do not worry, the next chapter SHALL come right on schedule. This is just my last chapter for the summer.

Rebecca was in what she called the sitting room, no one in there, and she liked it that way, time to catch up on reading. That and, there was a good chance of seeing Elrohir go by. She was beginning to wonder just how good of a friend he was. The last few days had given her a strange feeling. She hadn't felt the like before, and she wondered if it was what her friends had always gone on about.

It was now January fifteenth, just that much closer to the date of departure, which she did not think about if she could avoid it. She was reading her book, that is, she was staring at the pages and turning them occasionally, but not reading a word of it. She saw Elladan go by, and didn't even flinch. She could tell the difference between them. It was as plain as day to her what the differences were!

"Greetings Rebecca!" Elladan hailed. "How are you today?"

"I'm good Elladan. And you?"

"I am doing quite well," he replied. "Are you enjoying yourself here?"

"Yes, I am thank you," Rebecca answered. The civil inquiries ended soon after, and he left. She saw a few elves walk by, including the great Glorfindel which she had heard so much about. He greeted her, but obviously had pressing issues to deal with because the interview was two sentences long.

At one point Arwen came by, and they had a wonderful conversation going until she was called away by a servant. It must have been for some very dull royal task that he was calling her for, because she rolled her eyes before she excused herself and followed the servant.

It was mid morning before Rebecca saw perhaps the reason she had bothered to sit down there at all, Elrohir. He came walking by and instantly her heart skipped a beat, to which she mentally chastised herself and commanded it to return to normal.

"Good morning Mirë!" Elrohir greeted.

"Good morning Elro!" she greeted back, trying desperately to keep her voice sounding normal.

"Have you eaten yet this morning?"

"Um, yes I have. Thanks for asking," she replied. As he spoke she carefully studied his every look and movement, trying to see if... if... she didn't know what, but she'd know when she saw it.

Elrohir nodded. "Then may I sit down?" he asked.

"Sure!" she answered. He sat down on the couch next to her. No, he seemed normal, just how he did when she first met him.

They talked for a bit, Rebecca paying attention to every word coming out of his mouth and every movement and glance that accompanied it. Maybe, not, her mind was playing tricks with her.

Elrohir noticed her attention to detail that day, and the past few days for that matter. She was looking for something, he was looking for something, but was it the same thing? Unlikely... Even so, he wanted to make sure it wasn't, so he kept a closer eye on her as well.

"So, since you have asked me about elfmaids I have liked, I think it is my turn to ask you about human men you have liked," Elrohir said with a grin.

It was true, she had asked, soon after she met him too, but why pick now to ask? It must be coincidental...

"Actually, believe it or not, I am not a very open person. That is, I don't make friends quickly, usually. I move to much to make it worth the bother. So, I've never had a boyfriend. Sure, there were guys I thought were handsome, some I wished would notice me and ask me out, but I never spoke to any of them, and certainly never really fell for them."

"That is almost tragic," Elrohir replied. "To love your parents is a grand thing, but to love another, that is almost sacred, as long as it is true love. To not experience such a thing is tragic! But you are young yet, I am sure you shall have the chance to love. And there I am, speaking like the poet I am."

"How many did you say you truly loved again?" Rebecca asked.

"One. And she died in a horseback riding accident," Elrohir sadly said. "But enough of that. It was only the whisper of true love."

Rebecca looked at him with a funny look on her face. He was a different one! Yes, a poet, but not a weakling. He was strong, proud, noble and honorable, something she did not see in many people. She admired him if nothing else. IF nothing else...

Three more days passed, and the inquisitiveness of the two only grew. Both wanted to figure out what the other one was thinking, to no avail. Both hid it too well to be discovered that quickly.

It would have been comical, if anyone would have been watching, to see Rebecca and Elrohir keep asking questions and making comments trying to decide of the other liked them or not. The days rolled on, and both thought they were getting closer to the answer.

Dear Journal,

Well, I still haven't figured out of Elro likes me or not. I kinda don't think so because of the way he answers my questions, but I can't be certain. He seems interested, as a friend. Which is kind of a bummer, because if I think it would be kinda cool to know my first boyfriend was an elf, a son of Lord Elrond no less! Oh well. Again, I can't ask too much really. Considering, I have gotten into Middle-earth and no one else has! So I can count myself fortunate there. It almost makes up for all the times I've moved, been taken away from friends, and so forth. Actually, it totally makes up for it! sigh I'm so confused at times! Regardless of his lack of interest in me, and my suppressed interest in him, I am going to miss him when I go back. I don't know what to think! I mean, I think I like him, I don't know! Like I've said, never had a boyfriend. I wish Lisa was here, she would know! I want to like him, I mean I don't want to like him like a boyfriend, ooh! I don't know what I think! Well, at least I don't really have to worry about him liking me back. That'll make the leaving easier I think. Maybe I should ask Arwen about it...

The days progressed, and everything seemed to even out. Rebecca finally gained control over her emotions, and resigned herself to the fact that she could not be in love with Elrohir because he was an elf, she was a human, and she didn't belong to that world.

However, they still talked and did things together almost everyday, becoming closer and closer friends in the process. Rebecca, despite herself, kept asking questions, checking her answers. Each time he answered like her one guy-friend Eric always had, precisely and concisely, but not personally. It was never anything very personal. Why did she have to be right?

Dear Journal,

Well, Elro is same as always. It is sad to think that It is already January twentieth! I've decided why I like it here so much, it is the first place where I have allowed myself to be myself. That and, no school and no chores is nice. The elves are a strange lot, they almost force you to be yourself, not the self you think you are, but your true self. It's a little unnerving at first. I mean, you find yourself saying and doing things that you never meant to say or do. It's not like they trick you into it, it's like they...they...ease? No, that's not it. They allow? Well, I think that's closer to what I want. (Words are so vague sometimes!) They allow you to be yourself. It's nice. I don't have to worry about what they think of me. Yet, I still wonder what they think. I still, kinda, worry what Elro thinks. After I told myself I wouldn't either! I never cease to frustrate myself! One of these days perhaps I'll set my sights on someone that is obtainable.

While Rebecca was in her room writing in her journal, Elrohir was in his room wondering about Mirë.

She was a nice girl, a very nice girl. She was witty, nice, rather attractive... what was he thinking, rather attractive! She was younger than his new pair of boots! Well, that did not detract from the fact that she was beautiful. Beautiful! He had to get a hold of himself! No, she was rather pretty, that was a fact. The end. Nothing more. It meant nothing. Nothing! It couldn't mean anything. It simply could not. It must not! It was forbidden to him!

"What is wrong with me?" Elrohir asked. "A human girl comes to Imladris and I fall in love with her after a month. Ridiculous. This is wrong, it could never work out! It could never work! Why? Why must I fall in love with a human girl?" he cried out to the emptiness of his room.

It was so unfair that she must leave. If she could stay, then he could marry her and have her for at least a few years... What was he thinking? Marry her and have her?

"No, no! I CANNOT think these things! I cannot love her! I cannot have her! And she doesn't love me, so what difference does it make. If I thought she would return my affection, then I may show her I love her, but she does not. My feelings are madness! So why do I have them?" Elrohir was torn. He wanted to tell her the contents of his heart, he wanted to kiss her and hold her, he wanted to have her by his side as long as possible, but it was not. None of it was. It was a terrible, insatiable, wonderful love that had a hold of him and threatened to break him. He would endure with out her, but he didn't want to. He shouldn't have to!

That afternoon Rebecca walked to Arwen's room and knocked on the door. After entering and settled on a couch Rebecca asked, "Has Elrohir said anything about me to you?"

Arwen looked at her and perceived her meaning behind the question. "No, he does not always speak to me of these matters. Usually he speaks to Elladan then me, but Elladan will never tell. I am sorry I cannot be of any help."

"I understand. My brother never talks to me about anything either," Rebecca replied.

As Rebecca was chatting with Arwen, Elrohir was speaking with his father in his study.

"Elrohir, I have received urgent news from a swallow of Halbarad Dunadain. He is wounded, somewhere between here and Weathertop. He says he got lost and then was attacked by some stray Southron's. You must leave tomorrow morning, early, well before the sun, and search for him. I shall have a bag of herbs prepared for you by then, you will find that and your provisions in the kitchen tomorrow morning," Elrond said.

Elrohir knew this was an urgent matter, so he agreed.

That evening as Rebecca was reading in her room with her door opened. Suddenly Elrohir appeared in her door and said, "Greetings Mirë. I got an idea yesterday. Do you want to learn elvish?"

"Yes," she said. He wasn't making much sense.

"Then I suggest I help you translate elvish books into the common tongue."

Rebecca smiled and agreed to it, after calling him teacher.

"Oh, and there is another reason I am here," Elrohir said, his countenance falling. This didn't sit well with Rebecca. "Halbarad the Dunadain is wounded, somewhere in the Wild. I am the second best healer in Rivendell, and I must go save him. I leave tomorrow 'ere the sun rises."

"Then I'm going with you!" Rebecca said.

"No! You cannot. It is far to dangerous for you. It is dangerous for me."

"I'm going with you Elrohir! I missed the Fellowship, the greatest adventure of the age, I am not about to miss this little adventure. If I'm going to be in Middle-earth, I am going on a dangerous adventure. My mind is settled. You can leave me here, but I'll follow," Rebecca said firmly.

Seeing she would not budge, Elrohir sighed and gave in. Having her with him would mean he knew where she was. Her following would be worse than her going. "Very well!"

"Yes!" Rebecca cheered. "What do I need and when do I leave?"

"Wear two pairs of leggings, two thick shirts, a fur lined cloak, woolen socks, and warm boots. It is bitter cold in the Wild this time of year. I'll wake you as soon as I get up. First thing, even before I get dressed. Once I wake you, you must get ready and head to the stables as quickly as possible. Haste is needed. Now, perhaps we should both get to bed and sleep."

"Um...Now I won't be able to sleep," Rebecca said. "I'm to excited."

"I can fix that," Elrohir said with a grin. He knew just the spell.

Authors note: Okay, cutting it off here, I told you action was coming! REVIEW! Reviews I like!