Chapter 26: Mad?
by Shawna D.
"I don't understand...what happened to that boy?" asked Elanor, a bit worriedly to Anna.
"All I noticed was..." Anna shivered, "that dark haired elf...he...there's something evil about him..."
"I've always thought that." said Arwen. The two younger elves had been forced by Elrond and Anna's mother to stay with Arwen in her room.
There was a knock on the door. "Iel-nin?" came the voice of the Lord of Imaldris.
"Yes Ada?" Arwen answered politely, in a sweet I'm-so-perfect tone.
"I have to go out for a while with Lord Thranduil." he replied trying to force his voice not to sound worried. "Your brother is in charge."
"I hope you mean Elladan." she teased.
"Yes, Iel-nin, I do." he replied, not finding her joke funny.
Arwen suddenly realized something. "Why isn't Aradwyn in charge?"
Elrond sighed. "He isn't feeling well--"
Arwen snorted in annoyance. "He's an elf, he can't feel sick!" She crossed her arms and opened her door, so that she could face her father.
Elrond sighed again. "Would you like to go see for yourself?"
"Maybe I would." she said as she left the room.
Arwen had truly wanted to see Aradwyn because, if truth were told, she liked him a lot. She knocked on the door of the room he was staying in. "Aradwyn?" she asked calmly.
Aradwyn groaned. "Yes...?"
"May I come in?" she asked, praying he'd say yes.
"I..." there was a pause. "…Guess so..." he replied.
Arwen turned the knob quickly, and trying not show how happy she was to get to talk to him, walked in. Aradwyn was still rubbing his aching head, which felt as though it had a knife stabbed through it. I wish she didn't have to see me like this... he thought as she made her way over to his bed.
"Ada said you weren't well, but I didn't believe him because only adans and peredhils can get sick." said Arwen.
Aradwyn would have nodded, but the ache in his head was too much. "Yes..." he muttered. "But--" again there was a pause. "I'm alright." He cursed in his mind angrily. If she finds out about what happened with Rogir, Ada, and I, things could get ugly...
"What's wrong?" asked Arwen studying the Crown Prince closely.
"Nothing. I'm--" pause "alright."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
Aradwyn nodded and fell dizzily back on the pillow.
"OW! Let go!" yelled Admir trying to push Rogir away.
After a verbal fight the two elves had gotten into a wrestling match, and at the moment Rogir was pulling her hair.
"Nice hair cut!" he spat pushing her away, not physically hurting her.
"Shut up." she spat back. Before she could do anything to him, Amarth had grabbed both of them. "Daro ha. You two are friends, not enemies!"
Rogir struggled furiously kicking Amarth, while Admir remained motionless.
"Admir? Snap out of it." demanded Amarth.
"She's faking," sneered Rogir. "She's not hurt."
Admir's eyes were beginning to well up with tears. Why was Rogir being so mean to her all of a sudden? Why did it seem like he was trying to hurt her, like he wanted to hurt her? "Shut up Rogir." she said, but there was no emotion to it. The only emotion showing was the hurt in her eyes.
Although it looked as though Rogir was fighting with Admir, he was really fighting an inner battle with himself.
She caused this. She did this.
No she didn't! I decided to get drunk, I decided to hurt my brother, and I couldn't say I was sorry!
You said you were sorry, and she yelled at you. Does that make it your fault?
Well...
No. It means she chose not to forgive you. She chose to yell at you. She chose to be a brat. And why did you save her?
Because...because I...I...
Because you what?
I care...even if she hates me forever for what I did, I could never let anything happen to her.
She hurt you, she yelled at you, she has Amarth on her side, and you STILL like her?
Before Rogir knew it his eyes were red and stinging with hurt, but he refused to cry. Where had that gotten him with Thelion? Nowhere. And he was sure that even though Amarth was on there side, he'd still laugh if an elf only a year younger than him, especially a boy, started crying, not to mention it would be the second time that day.
A sudden scene flashed through Admir's mind and without warning she hugged him.
What is she doing?
She still cares...
"Admir..." muttered Rogir. "...stay back."
Admir looked puzzled. "What? Why?"
Rogir pushed her away, lightly, and clutched his stomach. He felt as though he was about to be sick. Why? What was wrong with him? There was no way he was sick, elves didn't get sick.
While pondering he realized the feeling had gone about the same time it had come, but he realized something else. Something didn't feel right. He felt angry. He felt like destroying something, and he wasn't sure why.
"Rogir?" asked Admir slowly moving toward him.
"Get away!" he snapped roughly pushing her away, but Admir wasn't going to give up that easily. "Rogir, tell me what's wrong."
"I said get away!" he snapped again punching her and knocking the wind out her.
Amarth rushed over to where she lay on the ground. "What's your problem? Why did you do that?" demanded Amarth.
"She tried to kill me first, so she deserved it." he hissed in a voice neither Admir, nor he himself recognized.
"She did NOT!" yelled Amarth.
"She DID and she KNOW it!" he picked up Admir and swung one arm around her neck, choking her.
Admir was too weak to struggle against him. Was he really going to kill her?
Out of nowhere, Rogir received a hard blow to the back of the head, causing him to drop the peredhil back onto the ground. He rubbing his aching head and looked into the wrathful eyes of his father and Lord Elrond.
Uh-oh...lol sumbody's in trouble.
Namarie
Shawna D.