Prescient

Chapter Six: Ideas

Boredom was something she was unused to feeling, particularly as an elf. Gondolin had her daily training and interactions with the people that might as well have been family. Annoying older brothers who enjoyed teasing her and making cracks about her height. As a human, she'd always thought of elves as being noble and wise. Remembering her life as one made her laugh at the thought. Wise they were, but that didn't mean they were above teasing and jokes – especially between their kin. The House of the Golden Flower was gone though, and she was alone, unsure of what to do with all the free time she suddenly seemed to have.

She was terrible at most of the crafts she'd tried, and none of them had ever particularly called to her. Tapestry weaving had been more of her mother's skill than her own, and painting had been her father's. She had neither of those talents. She only had her freakish strength. Caught in her musing, she wandered outside her room, sighing quietly as she tried to figure out what she could do. She didn't like doing nothing. It wasn't in her nature.

"Lady Anna!"

Anna blinked owlishly, pulling herself from her thoughts, spinning around in the mostly empty corridor to stare at the brunette who'd called her. One of the twins – one of the few people she knew. She smiled, tilting her head as he approached. "May I help you?"

Elladan smiled, simply falling into step with her as she walked. "I was just curious as to what you were doing here all alone..."

Anna's smile dimmed. "I do not know many people here, nor am I particularly good with any craft... I have nothing to do, and I do not fancy being cooped up in my room all of the time." She glanced over towards the gardens, glancing between them and the large paintings hung from the wall opposite the windows. "I trust there are no objections to that."

"None," Elladan spoke softly, "but would you like some company on your walk? Me and my brother do enjoy exploring places, whether they be my father's halls or the forests beyond. We do have time outside of our patrols and our spars."

Her head snapped around, blush-grey eyes peering into his grey ones. "Spars?"

It was Elladan's turn to blink in surprise. "Lady Anna, perchance do you remember being a warrior in your hometown?"

Anna nodded. "I remember the training at the very least," she said, smiling wistfully at the memories of all her spars. Most of which she'd lost. "It is rather hard to forget."

Elladan chuckled. "True. You have never attended one of Lord Glorfindel's sessions, though. I doubt anything else will compare once you do," he said, and Anna barely withheld her laughter. He had no idea about that fact. Dimly, she wondered how his training in Imladris compared to everything he'd put her through in Gondolin. "Speaking of which, there is actually one taking place in the training grounds at this very moment," he continued. "Would you like to go and see? You could join in on the next one if you wished it so. I highly doubt my father would object. Besides, if you want something to do to alleviate your boredom, I would suggest signing up for patrol. Me and my brother will help ensure you are in fighting shape."

Her eyes fell to the floor, brow furrowing. Part of her wanted to go. She wanted to see him, even if she'd somehow traumatised him somehow. Well, she'd stolen what she was fairly sure to be his first kiss before running off on a suicide mission. Wounds of the heart took a long while to dull. Mentally, she shook her head. Hatred also took some time to subside... was that why he couldn't bear to look at silver-haired ellith? Perhaps just by looking at those with her hair colour he was reminded of her selfishness. "I heard from your mother that Lord Glorfindel is not fond of those with silver hair," with her, "so I do not wish to distract him as such, especially in the midst of such an important task."