"No! Stay away!" Arina screamed, her eyes gleaming grey. They were wide with fright, and she held her fists clenched be her sides.
"I already hurt Elladan! I didn't mean it, but I did," she cried out, her eyes turning a royal, deep blue. A tear was realeased, and slipped down her flushed cheeks.
Elrond and Elohir stood in front of her, their hands raised, out stretched, trying to comfort the distraught elfling.
Elrond took a small step forward, reaching for her.
"You know he forgives you. Please, Arina, calm down," he begged.
She grew more desperate, and clenched her bright blue eyes shut, tears now streaming down her face. She tangled her her fingers in her dark hair, almost black with the lack of light.
"No," she replied hollowly. "I'll hurt you. Please, I'm scared of myself. I don't know what I could do to you both," at this, she opened her eyes, and the men were able to see her pain and self-loathing, her regret.
Elohir couldn't stand to see his little adopted sister this way. The two had always been closest, and in the three mortal years they'd known each other, they had become inseparable. It was, after all, Elohir who had found her in the prairie the two summers ago, alone and lost.
He raised his palms skyward, showing he meant no harm. "Arina! Arina, listen to me. This can be controlled, it just takes time. Please, I beg of you, stop this!"
She shook her head, head down. She clenched her fists tightly again, but a wisp of smoke rose from them, and when she snapped her head up, her eyes were bright red, ferociously glowing in the darkened room.
She screamed, her hands stretching outward so that fire lept up, consuming the oxygen. Her cry resounded with frustration and hatred for herself- the torture that the Valar put her through by awarding her this power.
Without thinking, both Elrond and Elohir retreated, terrified with the sight before them.
Arina saw this, and while still upset, she was relieved by their distance.
"Yes- stay there! I won't be able to hurt you now, it's safer. Don't come near me until I've learned to control this curse," she became distraught again, after declaring this, and her eyes refracted into a deep blue, the fire condensing into water, which dribbled from her palms to the ground.
She fell to her knees, sobs wracking her small, premature body. Streams pooled from her eyes, and she collapsed, throwing herself to the ground, wrapping her arms around her shoulders.
Elrond and Elohir watched in sorrow- it was painful to see their storm like this. They couldn't comfort her, for fear of being burned or buried in crushed branches as Elladan had been.
After a few moments, she calmed down enough to gasp out, through shaken breaths,
"Why, Ada? Why must I suffer this?"