Chapter 36: Discussions

By Shawna D.

Estel frowned. "Admir, that wasn't very nice."

"It is true. I mean how old are they? 6?" she snickered.

Estel glared at her and grab one of her books off the shelf and hurtled it at the wall. "You jerk! I am 6 years old!"

"Estel, get out of my room!" she demanded.

"You mean our room!" he shot back quickly.

Admir growled annoyed and advanced toward the adan. "I will ask you one more time: GET OUT!"

"You are such a brat, Admir! Maybe you should become closer to Rogir, I am sure a brat and a jerk go well together!" he spat turning and walking over to the door.

"You have gone far enough, little brother!" snapped Admir jumping to her feet and tackling her brother and pinning him to the floor.

"You only think about yourself!"

"And you whine too much!"

"You think about Rogir too much!"

"You get on my nerves too much!"

"I am ashamed to call you my sister."

Admir climbed off the adan, hauled him to his feet, and put her face inches from his. "You are my STEP-brother Estel. I cannot fully be related to you! And if I had not promised 'Ada' that I would not tell about our past, I would be using your REAL name!" She pushed him away from her.

Estel gasped in horror. "He is not our Ada?"

"None of your business!"

"Admir, what is my real name?" he asked his angry expression changing to one of fright and sadness.

"Estel." She replied curtly.

"Fine! If you won't tell me, I will ask Ada!" he cried running out of the room.

Lets see her get her way out of this one, which is what she gets for lying to me! Rogir thought coldly. The world always seemed out to get him, if not for most of the blows to the head knocking the sense back into him, he would have already lost his sanity.

That and Admir…but she is just a stupid girl, she would not understand. No one would. No, that was incorrect. Nana would understand me…But she cannot now because she was murdered! And it is the perfect little princeling's entire fault!

There was a knock on the door.

"Leave me alone." He answered annoyed.

"Rogir, we need to talk to you." came Elrohir's voice.

"It is important." Continued Elladan.

Rogir threw open the door grumbling about how he never seemed to get a moment alone. "Alright, what do you want?"

"You seriously need to work on that temper." Said Elladan.

"It is contagious." Said Elrohir.

"You are giving it to Admir."

"And she is worse than you."

"Will you stop that! Get a life, you are not the same person!" growled Rogir becoming enraged.

"Us get a life?" asked Elladan.

"You hardly leave your bedroom." Said Elrohir.

"And you call that a life?"

"Look, just shut up and get out of my room!"

"We will not be bossed around in our own home."

"Good thing you are going home tomorrow."

Rogir was about to get to his feet but stopped. If he let his temper get the better of him now he'd be proving not only the twins' right, but Admir as well. "So, you are aware of that." He said as calmly as he could.

"Of course we know." Replied Elrohir.

"Ada told us." Said Elladan.

"So then why aren't you off saying goodbye to my brothers?" he asked as though this were something brought up in everyday conversation.

"We are worried about our sister."

"No offense, but she is turning out more like you the more time she spends with you."

Rogir pretended to think for a moment before answering. "And have you two brought that up with her?"

"We tried." Both twins said in unison.

"And…?"

"It was not pretty…" muttered Estel who had quietly sneaked in unnoticed, and for the first time had made his presence known.

Rogir rolled his eyes. All of Rivendell might as well have come into his room to disturb him! "You did not knock?" he grumbled to the adan.

Estel shrugged. "The door was open, and my brothers were here, I figured it was alright."

"Well you figured wrong. I do not want human germs on any of my things." He said coldly then smiled. "It is a joke! You do know I let Admir near my things all the time, and she part human, right?"

Estel forced a smile, but somehow he felt that what Rogir had said had been serious. "Right." He said uncertainly turning away. He was tired of being the only human in all of Rivendell. Even his STEP-sister, as Admir had put it, was an elf, even though she was part human, no one else knew the difference.

"Estel, do not listen to him," said Elladan.

"He is just being a jerk." Finished Elrohir.

Estel folded his arms and turned to his older brothers. "No he is not, he is being truthful. At least he has enough confidence to say that, because obviously no other elf in all of Imaldris does!" The adan stormed from the room.

"Great going, Rogir." Said Elrohir sarcastically shaking his head.

"That really was not nice." Said the older twin.

"It was a joke! Really. It is not like I was being racist!" protested the older elf.

Both twins glared at him.

"You call that not being racist? He may be an adan, but he is not an orc! He is our brother, and Admir is our sisteras well; I would hold your tongue before you speak!" snapped Elladan. Elrohir nodded a bit surprised his twin had not left him anything to say.

Rogir sighed heavily. "Alright! I would tell him that I am…well…you know…but Ada said that I cannot leave this room. And I do not expect him to come back to my room."

"I am sure we could find a way."

"How…?"

Admir frowned as Estel reentered their bedroom. "What happened?"

The adan ignored her and flung himself facedown on his bed furiously. Admir gazed at him for a few seconds before immediately retiring to his side. "Alright, gwador-nin what has happened now?"

The adan lifted his head to look at his sister. She could tell that he'd been crying.

"Why am I the only adan here?" he sighed. "I do not want to be an adan!"

Admir appeared shocked before concealing it and sighing. "Estel, am I not part adan as well?"

The adan looked at her for a moment then turned away. "You are a peredhil. You are an elf. Even Rogir trusts you."

Admir frowned. "Alright, little brother, what did that jerk say to you?"

The adan shook his head. "Nothing I have not already heard. It does not matter."

The peredhil rolled her eyes and grabbed her brother's hand pulling him gently off the bed. "We will just see about that…" she turned and pulled her brother towards the door. The adan broke free and returned to his bed. "No, it does not matter, Admir!"

"If you will not come with me, I shall talk to him myself." she replied turning on her heel and sweeping from the room.

"Rogir!" Admir called angrily banging on his bedroom door. "Rogir, open this door!"

"What?" grumbled the older elf. "Leave me alone! I do not want more company!"

Admir growled angrily and threw open the door slamming it against the wall. The older elf was sitting on his bed looking at an awfully large book with his good eye. As soon as she entered the room however, he tossed it under the bed. Admir stepped forward giving her friend an accusing glance. "What did you say to my little brother?"

The older elf shrugged casually. "I do not know, I merely made a joke."

Admir rolled her eyes. "My brother does not cry for no reason, and he told me that you had said something, now tell me!"

"I just told you, it was only a joke, and I did tell him that!"

"Rogir! I am not asking why you said whatever, I am asking what you said!" she yelled persistent as ever waving her index finger at him.

"Admir, can we talk later? Really, I am not in the mood." he answered lying down on the bed and turning so that his back was facing her.

"There is no later, stupid! Have you forgotten that you are going home early tomorrow?"

The older elf tensed at her tone. Admir never yelled at him. In fact, if anyone yelled it was most likely him. Sure, that had gotten into a good deal of fights, but none as bad as the week before that where they had ended up in a physical fight. He supposed she had a right to still be mad; after all, hadn't he tried to throttle her?

"Are you still angry with me?" he asked quietly throwing the other elf off guard.

"What?"

"Are you mad at me still? I mean, I can understand if you are. I was a jerk."

Admir smiled. "Of course you were. And I was a brat. Is that not why we are such good friends? But that is not the point…"

"Admir, you saved my life earlier, and I nearly took yours from you…"

"What are you talking about…?"

Rogir sat up right again but he wasn't able to hold eye contact with her. As soon as he did, he felt as though he'd been stabbed through the heart. It was something about the look she was giving him, and he just couldn't take it.

"In the clearing…that dart…"

"Rogir, I was just being a good friend, it is not a big deal!"

"But that is just it, Admir! It is a big deal! If you had not noticed that dart I would be in Mandos right now…" he broke off suddenly as he thought of something. If he had died, he would be with his nana. The Queen of Mirkwood, who had died only a few years before this.

"Do not even speak of what could have happened! The point is that you are still here!" she snapped.

"Yes…" he sighed, "I am, th-thanks to you. But…"

"But what?"

"Did you mean what you said…?"

The younger elf froze. "W-what? Y-you mean y-you heard m-me? I thought you were unconscious!"

Rogir nodded. "I was. I heard you self consciously."

"O-oh th-that well, I uh…you are my best friend. I mean really! I could not bare losing you." she smiled. "Even if you are the biggest jerk I know, sometimes."

Rogir smirked. "Is that why you were hugging me?"

Admir blushed furiously. "I-I was not! Would you rather have swallowed your tongue? I was trying to help you breathe!"

"I was fine," he protested.

"No, you were barely breathing you idiot! And you only think you are fine because you were blacked out and remember nothing but what I said!"

The older elf nodded. "You are probably right. But as you said a few minutes ago, that is not the point. You did not come in here for this…"

"You are right." She replied, relieved he actually had been paying attention to her the whole time, after all.

"I…Admir I cannot repeat it…I do not know why I said it but I do not ever want to think or say that again…you have to believe me!"

"No, I do not have to, Rogir. That is my choice. Now tell me what it is you said to my brother."

"Admir…" he sighed, "No, I would be insulting you as well…it is not your brother's fault that he is an adan, it is not your fault you are a peredhil…I just wasn't thinking…"

"That is not what I am asking you for, Rogir."

"I…Admir I just do not know anymore…maybe I am losing it…"

"Rogir! Listen to me!"

"I am, mellon-nin. But another part of me is not, and I cannot make it…"

The younger elf, beginning to lose her patience moved so that she was only inches from the dark-haired elf and shook him. "Snap out of it, Rogir."

"Let go of me…" he demanded in a voice lower than his normal one.

"Rogir…? What did you…?"

"I said let go of me you—…"on the last word his voice cracked, returning to it's normal (if you count changing normal) tone.

The peredhil let go of the elf and stepped away from him slowly. "Rogir…? Do not make me get Lord Thranduil!"

He shook his head. "No, I am alright now. I told you, I no longer understand myself. This keeps happening! It happened when I attacked you…"

"Your voice is still changing…have you told Lord Thranduil yet?" she asked interrupted.

"No…" he muttered, "And I do not want to, you know that…"

"Then you should talk to Aradwyn, he went through this not long ago."

He sighed. "And that is the problem…do you not remember?"

"Oh…right." She mumbled. "Wait…no I do not…"

Rogir rolled his eyes (eye). "You are not even listening to me, are you?"

She nodded. "Rogir, I do not remember. But I think you should talk to him."

Rogir folded his arms in annoyance. "I cannot leave this damn room. Ada said that I have to stay here."

"Should I go get Aradwyn, then?" she asked.

"He cannot leave his room either. Not to mention, I assume he would not be thrilled to see me…"

"And another thing gwedeir, youmustapologize to Legolas!" Rogir began to say something but she cut him off. "I do not want to hear excuses, you nearly murdered your brother!"

"If you are going to call anyone a murderer it should be that perfect princeling." He growled in a low voice again.

"Daro ha, Rogir. Legolas has never done anything to you, yet you treat him like a worn out toy! He is your brother!"

"He does not deserve to be, he deserves death!"

Admir sank to her knees on the floor teary eyed. "Saesa Rogir, daro I!"

"And if you defend him you are no better than him, you half—" he quickly bit his lip before he could say the other part of the word.

"Half-blood, right?" sobbed the smaller elf. "Of course, I am not a pure blooded elf, so I can never find peace among your kind…"

"Admir, I…saesa, I did not mean to say that, honestly!"

"I do not believe you!"

"You are an elf to me!"

"And what about my brother? You look down on him because he is human! Just like everyone looks down on a half-blood like me!"

"Admir, saesa! Do not call yourself that!"

"What in Arda are you shouting about?" demanded Thranduil standing in the doorway. "Admir, what are you doing in Rogir's room? You don't belong here."

"I-I invited her, Ada." Said Rogir quickly. "Do not be mad at her. She just…"

"Why were you shouting at her?" he asked suspiciously.

"No reason," he replied turning away from his father.

"Rogir, do not use that tone with me."

"What tone?" he asked feigning confusion.

The King of Mirkwood ignored his son's reply and help Admir to her feet. "Rogir, why is she crying? What did you say to her?"

"I…refused to do something she asked me to…" he muttered, knowing that it was a complete lie.

"Do you take me as stupid, ion-nin? You expect me to believe that?"

"Hìr-nìn, he is being truthful…" muttered Admir.

"And what did you ask him to do?"

"She asked me to talk to Aradwyn…" muttered Rogir still not looking at his father.

"What about, Admir?" Thranduil asked.

"His voice."

Dude, this is a really bad place to end, but oh well. It's too long as it is. Sorry, I've been so busy! Well I think I used the same words over and over…U oh well!

Shawna D.