A Half Elf's Love

A Painful Reflection

(Elrohir POV)

I had been trapped at home for months now. I Wanted to help, in someway or another. I just wanted to help my brother. I needed to help him. Something was pulling in me, telling me he was in trouble. One morning, it felt as though I was suffocating. There was a searing pain in my back. When it finally faded away, I ran through the city to my father. I pushed open the doors to his study, panic evident in my voice.

"Something is wrong with Elladan. He is not dead, but he is in pain. Something happened." My father was leaning over his desk, but when I told him what happened, he instantly stood straight. He looked frightened.

"Elrohir, what did you feel?"

"I felt like I was suffocating for a few moments, then there was a searing pain along my back. Where is my brother?" My father shook his head, not answering me. I ran out of his office, looking for Arwen. I found her in her room, reading a book. She stood quickly, her eyes scanning my face.

"Elrohir? What is it?" She beckoned for me to sit beside her. I did so, taking shaky breaths.

"Elladan. Something is wrong. I can feel it. He is hurting, or he is being hurt." Arwen gently rubbed my back, her face deep in thought. Her eyes lit up.

"Last I heard they were in Lothlórien. If you leave now, you can make it in a week. Mam (Grandmother) will know something. She always does. Ask her. Hurry, if Adar (Father) catches you, he will contemplate locking us both away." I kissed my sister on the head and practically flew to the stables. I mounted a horse, riding out of the city with only my daggers. I rarely stopped for fear that my father would find me. I reached Lothlórien in a weeks time, just as Arwen had said. I crossed the Nimrodel, dismounting my horse and letting it wander freely. I walked through the forest until a splitting pain erupted along my back. Elladan was hurting again. I let out a whimper, digging my fingers into a tree. It hurt so incredibly much that I wished to cry.

"Elrohir?" I looked up to see Haldir. I gave a weak smile before my world grew dark. When my eyes opened again, my mam was standing over me.

"Elrohir? What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in Imladris!" I had never seen her angry. She also looked scared. I pushed myself up, my head aching.

"I was coming to see if you knew anything about Elladan. He is pain. So much pain." My mam held me in a hug. "Mam? Mam what is it?" She held my hand, practically dragging me from my bed. She brought me to her mirror, letting me look into it. I saw a man sitting in a ball on the ground. His hair was cut short, and there were cuts a long the man's arms. The man looked up. It was Elladan. He looked so broken. He looked like our mother. I tired to call out to him, but my voice was lost in my throat. A man came in, with white blonde hair and piercing orange eyes. Sauron. My brother was in Mordor. My other half was in Mordor and I could do nothing. I pulled away, fear and rage being two prominent feelings in my head. My mam was crying, her eyes rimmed red. I watched as my dâd (grandfather) walked over, wrapping his arms around her. He beckoned for me to come closer but I shook my head. I was too angry to do anything. My dâd spoke, his voice a mere whisper.

"Aragorn, Deliadis, Merry, Pippin, Gimli, and Legolas are in Rohan. Where Gandalf is remains a mystery for he arrived a day after the fellowship and left as soon as he was healed. Frodo and Sam are on the road to Mordor. They are being followed by Gollum. Choose wisely, Elrohir." I nodded, running to the stables. I grabbed a horse, mounting it and almost setting off, but something pulled at my cloak. It was Rúmil. He spoke softly Sindarin, his hand clutching my cloak.

"Take me with you. I can be of use."

"I cannot take you with me Rúmil. Your brothers would murder me." Rúmil shook his head, gripping my cloak tighter.

"Please Elrohir, just this once. I will not ask for something like this ever again. Please..." His eyes were deep pools of silver. It reminded me of the time we were children and we all played together.

"Fine. Just hold on." Rúmil mounted the horse behind me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. I had made my choice, and I was either going to regret it, or be perfectly fine with it.