Chapter 7
Lee woke. He looked at the glowing red LED clock on his nightstand: 2:17 AM. Lee sighed. Four more hours before he was expected to be at work. Groaning he left his bedroom to find the living room bathed with light.
"Morning Lee!" Dan said from his position on the couch. Dan and Rohi were watching a horror movie.
"Morning Dan and Rohi," Lee said in a monotone voice. He was so tired and didn't wish to put up with their antics. They both looked up.
"Lee what's up?" Rohi asked, his grey eyes filled with concern.
"I keep having dreams." Lee admitted finally.
"Dreams of what?" Dan asked, looking concerned and frightened.
"Erebor-" Lee sighed. "And of Ariava." The two Peredhel's looked at each other.
"Those aren't dreams," Dan began.
"They are memories," Rohi finished.
"The one's Ariava took to protect you, Legolas," Ron said from the kitchen. He handed a cup of tea to Legolas. "Drink."
"We agreed years ago, Elrond," Legolas hissed. "New names, new identities." He was furious.
"Yes but that was before you found a Valar's daughter!" Elrond hissed back in his calm, yet furious manner.
"How was I to know?" Legolas sank into an armchair, sipping the cup of tea.
"You know I don't think I've seen Ada this angry since Arwen chose a mortal life!" Dan sniggered.
"Quiet!" Elrond snapped at his first born. "Legolas drinking that tea will release the barriers set around the memories Ariava walled."
"But I have work!" He gasped.
"I called. You are violently ill – you cannot come in," Rohi said in his fake Lee voice.
"Shut up Elrohir!" Legolas snipped at his friend. He stood, but swayed dangerously. The tea was obviously affecting him. Elrond guided him back to his seat as the memories began swarming in.
"Elrond, my head is spinning," Legolas mumbled.
"I imagine it is," Elrond said in his soothing voice, the one he used when Legolas was just an elfling.
"Adar, is there anything we can do?" Elrohir asked.
"No. The best we can do now is let it take its course," Elrond said.