I return from the dead yet again to attack fanfiction and add another chapter at last... who knows if anyone is reading still but ah well. Posting on here has just become so much of a hastle and effort lately but here is the summer and hopefully more writings from myself. Enjoy folks, another chapter soon.
Chapter six
Celeglin tossed and turned trying to sleep again before the sun fully rose; thoughts of his parents were always on his mind, still he knew so little about them. Celeglin gave up trying to sleep and abruptly sat up. Deciding it would be a good idea to relieve someone on sentry rather than attempting to sleep he stood up and wrapped his cloak around himself. To his disappointment they would not be travelling past the remains of Eregion, he did not question the orders though he did wonder if the Lord and Lady had a part to play in the decision. Telling himself there would always be another time to see where Eregion once was, Celeglin continued towards the borders of the camp.
A glimpse of dark blue caught his eye and swiftly he moved in its direction. Shocked to find himself face to face with the Lady Celebrían's friend, Celeglin wondered what on earth this woman was doing so close to the edges of camp?
"I am sorry if I woke you, sir," she said "I was as quiet as I could be, I decided to search around camp for some flowers for mine and the Lady's hair considering there was nothing else I could occupy myself with." Flowers! Celeglin thought to himself incredulously; the potential danger she is in… for flowers!
"You should not wander so close to the edges of camp, you could have been attacked by an assailant or shot by the guards by mistake, as unlikely as that is," he said sternly to the maiden.
Elemiriel felt hurt by his blunt tones, he could have been more polite she thought.
"I apologise, now I know my error I will not make the same mistake again." Quickly turning around after her stammered reply, Elemiriel walked back to where she had slept. Celeglin watched her go, shaking his head. Sighing he continued towards the sentries.
"I cannot believe his attitude," Elemiriel muttered to herself "But still I wish to know what bothers him…why!" Feeling severely humiliated and hurt by his lecture to her she decided not to leave her sleeping area until Celebrían had awoken. To occupy herself she began to comb through her long tresses. By the time Celebrían had woken, Elemiriel had braided her hair and felt a little more relaxed.
"Where did you go earlier?" Celebrían questioned her, and saw a troubled look pass across her friends face. "I did go to try and find some flowers for our hair…but I was stopped quite abruptly by that elf from yesterday. It seems his personality is somewhat… cold." Celebrían gave her a sympathetic look after she had heard the events of the morning, "And yet I still find myself wanting to know why he is as he is, even though it is none of my concern and he is so harsh to me" Elemiriel finished with a deep sigh.
"Put all thoughts of him from your mind," Celebrían instructed "you cannot let him ruin your journey! When we reach Imladris I will try to find out about him for you, maybe there shall be an explanation for his somewhat uncouth behaviour," smiling gratefully at her friend as they stood up, Elemiriel tried to follow her friend's advice.
Two days past and the guards informed them that they would reach Imladris in the early evening; Celebrían could hardly contain her excitement. Elemiriel was just glad that she would not have to come into contact with 'that elf' as much once they arrived. Eventually they saw the twinkling and glow of small lights set about in the deep valley, smiling broadly Celebrían asked for them to pick up the pace and then cantering into the courtyard, they were greeted by nearly the whole household. Not stopping to be helped down from her horse, Celebrían ran towards the Lord Elrond and he held her warmly to him.
Elemiriel found herself looking down into the cold grey eyes of 'that elf'; hesitantly she took his offered hand and was helped off the horse. "Thank you," she murmured, keeping her eyes to the floor, still feeling embarrassed before him because of their last encounter. Not stopping to hear if he even bothered to reply or not she withdrew her hand and hurried away.
Wondering what was wrong with the maiden, Celeglin watched her hurry off to stand near Celebrían. Finally he realised he had spoken sharply to her on the start of their journey; he despised his conflicted mind and deeply regretted his irritated actions. Many who did not know him well often found him harsh and cold; it was so frustrating, for at times he could be one of the merriest. Thinking he would have to set issues straight and apologise as he went to greet what remained of his family, Celeglin almost smiled.
