Thread: *LOTR RP' i am new at this
Elladan stood in the shadows one of the cliffs cast beneath the waterfall. He loved this place..it was his secret place, just as Elrohir, his identical twin brother, and Arwen, their sister, had their own private places to go and think.
It was said that the twin brothers were replicas of their father but a hint of their beautiful mother, Celebrian, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, crept in across their high cheekbones and straight slender noses. Their slender, veined hands were also reminiscent of hers.
Elladan's jaw tightened at the thought of his mother. Elrond had called her his Morning Star - for she was more beautiful even than Galadriel - and Arwen his Evening and Celebrian had held most of his heart. But then the orcs had waylaid her on her way back from Lorien and only by some miracle from the Valar had Arwen not been seen. As soon as they had found out, the twins and their father rode to the site, where they found a distraught and hungry Arwen. Elrond had taken her back to Rivendell while Elladan and Elrohir had ridden on. They soon found Celebrian in a labrynth of caves. The orcs were slaughtered and Celebrian was rushed back to Rivendell but it was already too late. She had been poisened and the light of the Valar was leaving her now frail body. Elrond tried everyhting within his powers, to no avail.
Finally, before all the light left her, they took her to the Gray Havens, where she was sent Over Sea. Elrond had changed slightly, putting all of his love into his daughter, who spent greater amounts of time with Galadriel. The twins had never fully recovered.
Elladan heard the whinny of a horse and looked down to see a white horse charge into Rivendell's outer courts. The beautiful elf sliding from its back seemed familiar, though he didn't know where he would have seen her.
She turned and glanced across the hills and suddenly he knew. This was Elizabeth! Elladan quickly made his way back down to the house as she made her way to where Elrond was waiting.
Elladan was almost to the stables when a flying bundle hit him in the head. Grabbing the offended member, he glanced around but saw nothing...wait, was that a giggle? Reaching into a bush, he grabbed a handful of cloth and pulled. Out came a being half his size, curls blooming on the head, and an apple cocked back, ready to fly.
"Wait!" the elf said, laying hold of the apple. "Just who are you and why are you throwing things at me?"
The hobbit now looked sheepish and glanced about nervously. "Sorry...I thought you were someone else..."
Elladan raised his eyebrows.
"Say - have you seen Merry? He was supposed to meet me an hour ago."
"Wait - you are one of the hobbits that came in with Aragorn...Pippin?"
Pippin grinned and nodded. Elladan gently placed him on his feet. "Don't throw any more apples," he admonished then set out again. He turned when hurried footsteps came from behind.
"Pippin, please. I need to see Elrond, my father. Go...eat fruit or something." A few more steps and again he turned, telling the hobbit to leave. This happened quite a few times before Elladan gave up and continued. Either he would lose the hobbit in his long strides or Elrond would make him leave.
~ Nilgaerien ~
"Stop!" he shouted to the cheerful hobbit. Pippin, wide-eyed, stared at him. "Just...look, I'll tell you where Merry is if you leave me be." There were too many concerns plagueing him to make room for the nonsense of a hobbit, who now nodded eagerly.
It is said that elves have a sense beyond the reckoning of mortals, a light from Valinor itself that cannot be quenched, save by death. This light was no less bright in the sons of Elrond.
A quiver awoke in Elladan's mind as he bent his thoughts to the task, guiding him through the pathways of mysteries and darkness, finally landing upon a familiar sense every bit as attuned as his. It was waiting for him, greeting and beckoning him. He looked at Pippin with sudden clarity.
"You will find a tall elf in the kitchens. Fair of face, strengthened hands, golden-haired, in the raiment of Mirkwood..." he trailed off, seeing Pippin's confused face. "Raiment of green and brown," he amended. "He is waiting for you to arrive to escort you to your friend." Pippin jumped up gleefully, thoughts of Elladan already thrown to the wind.
Elladan sighed and leaned his head back against the wall just as the door to his father's chamber opened and Elizabeth stood before him.
He finally decided on conversation. Opening his mouth, he quickly closed it, deciding that was a stupid topic. Another thought came to him and again his lips parted only to close again. Finally, it came to him and for the last time, he opened his mouth.
"Are you a fish?" she asked, looking at him with all too keen an eye. This time his mouth stayed open for a moment before he realized it.
"Uhh, no...no, I...that's a nice sword." This was ridiculous! Here was Elrond's son, never at a loss for words and he couldn't even finish a sentence without stumbling! She shrugged and went back to her bow while he kicked himself. An idea came to him and he reopened his mind to the thought patterns swirling around him and found the sparkling one he remembered so well. Reaching for it, he sensed discomfort then, abruptly, anger. He came back to himself just as Elizabeth touched the tip of a hidden dagger to his throat.
"Do not do that again or I swear by all the Valar I will kill you." Her eyes snapped in that dangerously familiar way. Strange - that sentence seemed familiar, too, as if she had used it the last time he tried to touch her mind...
Elizabeth nodded but didn't seem to accept that answer. She pulled out another dagger. How many weapons did this elf have?! He felt a tendril of thought touch his mind but couldn't quite grasp it. It had felt like the elf beside him, but her mental touch had never been that light! He didn't have time to wonder further because just then, Elrond came to the door and beckoned Elladan inside, where he could see Elrohir and Arwen waiting. He stood and looked to Elizabeth, but she seemed to have already forgotten him. He followed his father, not knowing what to make of the disappointment slanting his shoulders.
"It's a simple request, Elladan," Arwen prompted.
He met her bright eyes with his stormy ones. "But to escort her all the way...Is Elrohir coming?" His twin nodded. "And we will be able to go back to the orcs as soon as we deposit her?" This was directed at Elrond.
"I would use a more delicate term than deposit but yes."
Elladan turned his eyes from his father's. Elrond had a peculiar way of seeing every thought that passed through his children's minds and Elladan guessed that he had already used the ability to see his...affection for Elizabeth. "Have a horse ready for me. I'll be back shortly with her." He stomped out of the room - well, stomp was too strong a word. Elves were too quiet to really stomp around. Now to find Elizabeth (who had disappeared from her spot outside the door) and let the fiery elf know that he was to "escort" her back to her home.
More like drag her back he thought miserably.
"There has to be something here that's important to her." He hated bribes but it had been Elrohir's suggestion. Finally, underneath a heavy bag, he found her father's sword. Grasping it, he turned and ran into someone, knocking them to the ground. Emotions exploded in his brain and he winced. Elizabeth lay sprawled on the floor, glaring at him. He smiled sheepishly then held out a hand.
Refusing it, she leapt to her feet, shouting. "What are you doing in my room with my sword?!" She made a grab for it but, being the taller of the two, he held it out of reach.
"Taking it to be cleaned!" he shouted back.
Her eyes flared. "Oh really?! What are you really up to?" She balled a fist and swung it, but this time, he was expecting it and ducked, taking hold of her arm to keep further punches from him. She twisted away. After several more minutes of ducking and punching, Elladan grabbed her shoulders in a tight grip, keeping her from any further movement.
"What's the real reason?" she demanded, trying to free herself.
He hesitated then released her. "Elrond told me to keep you from going with Aragorn."
(Sorry, nothing else in there right now. )
She smiled sadly. "And yet we did not keep it as we should have."
Elladan nodded, thinking back to so many lost years, when his mother died and he and Elrohir swore lifetime vengeance on the orcs, leaving his sister and friend behind, when both needed him so much. That was when Elizabeth's parents had died and he ahdn't stopped long enough to look beyond his own grief.