A Half Elf's Love

The White City

(Elladan POV)

I had ruined everything. Whatever he had given me, it made me speak the truth. I ran across the plains, trying to reach the White City. I had to find some way to return to anywhere familiar. I was in so much pain as I moved from all the lashes in my back and legs. I reached the city gates, collapsing onto the stones. I closed my eyes, finally giving up. My body was in too much pain. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a cot, wrapped in bandages. My body felt numb, but I knew I was safe.

"Who are you?" I blinked slowly, tilting my head to look at who had spoken. It was a man, who looked no more than thirty. He had brown hair that fell to his shoulders, and he was in leather armor with a bow, arrows, and sword strapped to him. He had grey eyes. He looked similar to Boromir, but only a little. I groaned as I pushed myself up. Despite being wrapped in bandages, my limbs were still aching. "I'll ask again, who are you?"

"Elladan, son of Elrond of Imladris." There was still some affect of that potion in my blood. My name had slipped out too easily. "What is your name?"

"Faramir, son of Denethor. Do you know where you are?" I spoke softly, my head starting to ache.

"I know that I collapsed in front of Minas Tirith. I presume I am now inside the city?" Faramir nodded, his eyes scanning me. I finally realized I was shirtless. "May I please have a tunic? It would be very much appreciated." He nodded, passing me a tunic. I let out another groan of pain after getting it over my head.

"Where did you come from?" That strange potion seemed to rise again, and I told him my ordeal.

"I have escaped from Mordor. Sauron held me hostage, believing I could see the future. I ran when he foolishly threw the keys into the cell. He poured a potion down my throat and now I am compelled to tell the truth." I bit my lip in anger. I hated every minute this potion was in my body. Faramir handed me something in a glass.

"Drink this. It will make you vomit, and that may get whatever Sauron put inside you out." I nodded, taking the vomit pale and drinking the liquid. It was a very quick potion. My insides felt flipped and I vomited up into the bucket. It tasted awful. I would have to apologize to Deliadis about the jokes I made at her expense when she vomited. It was absolutely horrendous. My body trembled when I was finally done and Faramir laughed.

"This is not funny."

"It most certainly is." Faramir laughed a little longer, a smile on his face. "That was quite entertaining. Now, do you have a lover?" I chuckled.

"That is a very upfront question." Faramir smirked.

"You didn't tell the truth." I laughed, and tried to stand, but failed rather miserably. Faramir caught me, and held me upright. "So, do you?" I nodded, blushing at the thought of Deliadis. "Who is the lucky maiden?"

"Her name is Deliadis. She is the one who can see the future. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever met." Faramir chuckled, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"You sound smitten."

"I have been for a while now. I just hope she is alright. I could not bear it if she died." Faramir helped me sit back down, and began to walk away. "Stay safe, Faramir, son of Denethor. Times are dangerous. One never knows where the enemy lies." He nodded, walking out of the doors. My heart began to ache. I began to miss Deliadis. I began to wonder if she knew where I was, what had happened to me. That I was alive and safe in Gondor. I rubbed the palm of my hand with my thumb. It felt as if every inch of me was wrapped in bandages. I laid against the bed once more, the ache in my heart growing by the second. Every part of me wanted to see Deliadis. To hold her in my arms, to feel her hair in my hand. Her lips on mine. I imagined her beautiful blue eyes, piercing mine in a smile. That very smile guided me to sleep, and left me with hope that I would see her again.