Remember
Knowing Sweet Love
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings.
Authors note: Now for the hard part, for me. I hope you all enjoy it! REVIEW!
The next morning Rebecca awoke and thought she had the loveliest dream last night. Suddenly she remembered it was no dream, but actual happening. She grinned broadly, then suddenly heard a knock at her door.
"Just a minute!" she called, as she hurriedly flung on a robe and answered the door.
It was Elrohir.
"Good morning!" he greeted. "You slept well I see."
Rebecca grinned and blushed a little. No particular reason to blush, she just did.
"Well, if you would get ready, I would escort you to breakfast," he smiled.
"Okay," she said quietly. Elrohir shut the door and waited for her as she quickly threw on a dress.
A minute later she was opening the door and walking out to him.
"I'm ready!"
Elrohir took her hand, kissed it, and then they linked their arms and walked off to breakfast.
Elrond saw them, and knew instantly something more than translating had happened last night. He felt he ought to say something, but not yet. He had his instinct, but naught more. He would not say anything until after breakfast. Besides, there were far more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.
Rebecca went off to the library for a book when breakfast ended, and Elrohir said they could meet in the Hall of Fire if she so wished. She agreed. Just as Elrohir began to walk away his father called his name.
"Elrohir,"
"Yes Ada?" Elrohir asked spinning around.
"Remember, she goes back the first of March."
"Yes, I know that Ada," Elrohir replied. He knew his father well enough to know he suspected something. "Speak your mind please, I know something is amiss to you."
Elrond half smiled at the perceptiveness of his son. He got that from his mother's side. "Elrohir, I have a guess about the translating last night, and that you were translating more than books with her. You are quite old enough, and I hope wise enough to see the heartbreak you are setting yourself up for."
Elrohir closed his eyes and let his head hang slightly. He looked back up at his father and said, "Yes, Ada, I know. But I cannot any longer contain what is in my heart Ada. I cannot. If I did so, it would eat me alive for the rest of my long days."
Elrond wasn't sure whether to roll his eyes, sigh, or sympathize. What could he do? Force his son to break off the relationship? Well, it didn't work with Arwen, and Elrohir was more stubborn than her. Warn him? Elrohir knew. He knew the heartbreak he was setting himself for, he knew what the consequences would be. Elrohir had known loss before, of a mother, a love, friends. But that was death. This was different. No one had gone through this before. All the elves that left for Valinor went of their own accord and desire. He had an impulse to lock his son in a room and not let him out until after she left, but that would be ridiculous.
"I will not say I understand, for I have never been in this situation before. But I will not tell you anything one way or the other. I shall trust you to your wisdom Elrohir. But I will command you not to compromise or dishonor either of yourselves. That would be terrible for her to return home dishonored."
"Thank you father, and I shall not," Elrohir said with all seriousness and a smile. His father was getting soft in his old age.
Elrohir walked away, shutting the door behind him.
"I am getting soft in my old age," Elrond said to himself with a sigh.
Rebecca had beaten him to the Hall of Fire, found it occupied by Bilbo, and left a message with Bilbo saying she had moved on to his study.
Elrohir found the hobbit working on his book.
"Greetings Master Bilbo. How are you this day?"
"Good, quite good Elrohir. Oh, Rebecca left a message for you. She said she was going to your study. Watch yourself with her Elrohir. She told me the message, gave me a kiss on the cheek and left the hall," Bilbo said. He had a grin at the last part, but one that indicated a joke.
Elrohir smiled and gave a small laugh. "I shall Master Bilbo." He thanked him and walked off.
He met a smiling Rebecca in his study, in the middle of a translation. She put her pen in it's place and hastily shut her book.
"You should have left it open. I want to check your work," Elrohir smiled.
Rebecca opened her book and said, "Well, I am in the middle of a paragraph. There are only two lines left."
"Finish them and I shall check them for you," Elrohir said.
Rebecca hastily scribbled down the last few lines, this book she found rather easy, and handed it to him.
Elrohir read it then said, "Excellent job. You are learning fast Mirë."
Rebecca smiled and blushed. "I must give credit to my teacher!" Rebecca had always had a knack for languages, in Spanish and French she was excellent, almost fluent, but Elvish was coming uncannily easy to her.
"I think you need no longer translate Mirë. I think you know it well enough now. But now I shall only speak elvish with you," Elrohir said.
"Very well," Rebecca said in elvish.
February the sixth dawned grey and snowy. The perfect weather for sitting in front of the fire, sipping hot miruvor, and listening to elvish songs and tales. Which is exactly what they did. In the Hall of Fire a minstrel came, and a handful of elves with him. They all sat around, listening to him strum out songs and sing. He and two others did this all throughout the day, and Elrohir and Rebecca watched a good deal of them come and go, but at last, they themselves left as well.
"Where shall we go now?" Rebecca asked.
"I was thinking we could go to one of our rooms and sit by a fire," Elrohir suggest with a smile.
"Sounds lovely," Rebecca replied with a smile.
They leisurely strolled to his room, stopping occasionally to gaze at the serene winter landscape before them. Eventually they found themselves in Elrohir's room in front of a crackling fire. He was in his chair, and she was on his lap. He would say a few words to her, and she would translate them back to him. Then he said one sentence and she looked at him with a surprised, and confused face. She wasn't sure of what he just said, but it didn't sound right to her.
"Would you repeat that?" Rebecca asked.
Elrohir grinned as he repeated the sentence.
"This time, in the common tongue!" Rebecca said.
"Would you like to get a long kiss," Elrohir said.
Rebecca gave a sigh of relief. "I thought you said something completely different!" she said.
"What is your answer to the question?" Elrohir said.
"Tancave!" she replied.
The days went by and each one was spent unconcernedly by Elrohir and Rebecca. Living for the moment was not a common practice of either one of them, but it was practiced after they learned of each other's love. Wisdom or folly, they didn't care, they enjoyed each moment of it.
Authors note: Okay, this chapter ran into a wall, and I could think of nothing more to say, so REVIEW and wait patiently for the next chapter! I AM SO SORRY IT IS SO SHORT!
Translation!
Tancave- Yes.