First to Remember (Wattys2015)

Chapter 3

I glare resentfully at the bubbling fountain. I had woken up from my panicked blackout two weeks ago. Since then, I have refused to talk to anyone, spending most of my time in the gardens or my room, avoiding any people. I eat all of my meals in my room and refuse any meetings with Elrond. My wounds are slowly healing, and I barely have any trouble moving around. None of my memories have returned to me. I still have no idea of who I am, where I came from.. of anything.

On top of it all, Elrond has had the cheek to give me a new name. I refuse to answer to it. Laarane... and the truth in the meaning does nothing but make me want to cry. Elrond certainly knew how to sum me up. Phhhft. Lost. I snort out loud. For some reason, I am suddenly amused by my new name. Not that I will answer to it...

"Something funny?"

I yelp and leap off of the bench, immediately regretting that decision. My eyes starting to water from the pain, I slowly look up to glare at the intruder. I am faced by the youthful face of an ellon. A very handsome ellon. He has long golden hair, about as gold as it gets, and bright blue eyes. His eyes are what strike me the most... he looks youthful in the physical sense (all elves do), but his eyes show not only kindness and laugher, but the wisdom that can only come from a millennia of life. Something else hides in them, but I cannot put my finger on what it is. It looks almost as if it is sadness... I snort inside my head. What could anyone here in... Rivendell have to be sad about?

My musing are interrupted by the expectant expression on his face. Not wishing for anyone's company, even this one's, I put a clearly fake smile on my face and say, "No, I was just leaving."

Turning around, I make my way out of the gardens as quickly as my newly aggravated wounds will allow. I know it was rude, but I have no wish for company. No matter how much Elrond says I need it.

When I get to my room, I sit on my bed. Once again, I try to remember, but as usual, it's useless. I turn and bury my face into the pillow, allowing my tears to flow.

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Elrond sat in his chair, immersed in thoughts. The mysterious elleth that had appeared in Rivendell has been weighing heavily on his mind for the past few weeks. It was troubling him greatly that she refused to socialize. There was a knock at the door of his study, and he shook himself out of his reverie. The door opened and he smiled when he saw Glorfindel standing there.

Glorfindel bowed slightly before coming to stand in front of Elrond's desk. He stood there, looking thoughtful for a moment, before he began to speak, "I had, at first, believed the rumors of a visitor to Rivendell, just... well... rumors. But it seems, they are not?" He ended his sentence as a question and looked and Elrond with a raised eyebrow.

Elrond looked at him passively. In all honesty, it did not surprise him that Glorfindel would take interest in their new resident. "I take it you have met her?"

Glorfindel dipped his head in acknowledgment, "May I ask as to why she is.. so..." he paused to think of the proper word, "Reclusive?"

Elrond shook his head sadly, "She has lost all of her memories. She has no knowledge of who she is, or where she came from."

Glorfindel frowned, "So... her solution is to hide herself away."

Elrond nodded slowly. He took note of Glorfindel's frown and said quietly, "You did the same, if you remember."

Glorfindel's usually cheerful face hardened slightly and he turned his head away, saying quietly, "How could I forget?"

They were both silent for a few moments, before Glorfindel turned away and walked slowly to the door, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"She needs a friend," Elrond said softly.

Glorfindel turned and regarded Elrond, the same thoughtful expression on his face.

Elrond continued on, ignoring Glorfindel's heavy stare;

"As do you, mellon."

A/N: Hope you hath enjoyed!! Let me know your thoughts ^_^

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