Do Not Go Gentle

Losing Your Head

A few weeks had passed since I had my mental breakdown. Arwen has been one of the greatest positive influences for me and has helped me want to get better; it was then I knew why Arwen was called the Evenstar of her people, the light in the dark.

Alma and Gerda had stopped by the offer support as well, which was extremely comforting. The three elleth were quickly becoming my closest friends in this world and gave me something to fight for. The Lords Elladan and Elrohir had also become close friends with me, mostly cheering me up and helping fight against their father to give me freedom from the healing halls.

Lord Elrond had told me that the healing way of the elves had to do with the spirit, or their fëa, rather than any physical ailment. Apparently, because I am not an elf, it would be harder to heal my mental state of being. In fact, he was quite surprised to see that I had some sort of version of a fëa, something that he and Lord Glorfindel believe to be given to me from the Valar.

That was a conversation I had been told about by Lord Elrond, because I haven't seen a smidge of Glorfindel since my accident.

And I think if I had been able to see someone that good looking in my healing process, I would've been out of here in days instead of weeks.

After nearly a month of Elrond's healing of my fëa or whatever, I have not felt this good in a long time. But I could still feel the darkness looming on the edges of my heart, just waiting for an opening to slip back in.

"Persie, are you trying to kill the poor dummy, because that is what the other warriors have been saying to us," Elladan spoke.

I let out a grunt as I gave the dummy one last swing to the neck, lobbing the head right off. I could hear an audible gasp from some of the other elven warriors around the arena, but I remained unphased.

My dark braid whipped around my head as I turned to face the twins. "Oh, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, what a surprise," I said, wiping my brow of the salty sweat that was leaking down and burning my eyes.

The dark-haired Lords looked at each other in slight confusion. "Tweedle Dee?" Elladan started before Elrohir took over.

"Tweedle Dumb?"

"What does that mean, Neneth?" They asked in unison, leading me to groan. I hated when the Stolls would do that, and now I hate it when these loons do the same thing. The only difference is that these ones are immortal.

Immortal annoyance, how terrible.

"Just something that people say in my world," I waved off, before looking at the twins with narrowed eyes. "What do you guys want now?"

Elladan leaned back, placing a hand to his chest daintily. "Now, Lady Persephone, is that any way to treat us?"

"Yeah, we were the ones who got you out of our father's grasp in the first place," Elrohir pointed out.

I held up a hand. "First of all, it wasn't you who got me out of the halls, it was Arwen, remember? And second, I was busy kicking some dummy ass. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to move onto the next dummy."

Quickly brushing past them without another word, I started to do my usual routine far more aggressively than I normally ever attempt it on the dummy. I had a feeling my slices and swings that usually look graceful while practicing against a stationary object had become rigorous and violent, but I couldn't get myself to care.

However, it was obviously freaking some of the elven warriors out that I was dismantling dummy after dummy in front of them from the wide-eyed stares that were directed my way. A lot of the ellon had eventually left to get away from the scene I was making.