Time To Admit It...

Day 2.....(?)

_Meadhros's POV-

Impatiently I stick my hand(s?) in the folds of my robe as the noon sun bears down on the ship deck. I gaze past the prow, shaped and featured after the likeness of a swan, towards the land... My new...home... Uru above do I both loathe and desire it. 

I miss those evenings spent by the fireside in bliss, surrounded by my little brothers,my nana, and my adar.. I still remember the song my mother would quietly hum as she embroidered, and the happy giggles from my two littlest brothers, Amrod and Amras, as my adar played with them. Those were such simpler times......

Before I know it I am snapped out of my thoughts by the cry of the young ellon at the prow. "Prepare to drop anchor!" 

Silly naive child, he is young, weak, he knows not true suffering..  He is sheltered, he has never left the city upon the green hill. But I digress.

As the ramp drops, me and my two other brothers, Caranthir and Celegorm, step off the ramp.

Following the crowd, we gaze ahead and keep to our own. We may be considered without honor, but that doesn't mean that we should cower like dogs. 

Das Timmerskippen.

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"WHERE IN THE 10 THOUSAND HALLS OF DURINS BATHROOM IS SHE!??" it is almost 8:00 without sign of our ..... guardian

"is this some sick, twisted joke of Mandos? It'd be just like him t-".... I stop mid thought when I see a slumped shape leaning against one of the docks numerous supporting posts. 

I silently and cautiously stalk over the.... Girl? ugggggh seriously? THIS is IT? this really is a j-

"......" are those... Tears? I kinda feel bad for grumbling as I realize that she's probably more tired than I am, trying to find 3 specific Ellons in a crowd of hundreds must be incredibly frustrating.. no matter if those 3 may be incredibly tall. I catch myself in my moment of empathy and put my shields back up. 

I clear my throat, she awakes with a start. She Stutters out a string of words that I hardly take the time to process. She starts off at a brisk walk, makes it about 5 feet, stops, then promptly turns back around looking rather silly.

"Im sorry, were are the other two?" I groan, brush past her and set off in the rough direction of my brothers. Pretty soon I  begin to mutter things to myself. Stupid childish things but as I go on I realize that she can hear me.... I glance out of the corner of my eye and sure enough I can tell by the sullen expression on her face that she is deeply wounded. She quickly tries to push through it though and quickly puts on a cheerful facade. It would seem I have found a kindred spirit in the art of... how was it that Maglor so eloquently put it: "Stuffing all the negative emotions down because you don't know how to deal with them". 

Man, I cant waiiiit to get..... home?

SIDDDEEEE NOTEEEEE**** there are no photos because when I looked up what I wnted for a stock photo... Lets just say me and photo buckets definitions are VERY diffrent.. needless to say I am now too scared to look for what I thought would be fitting to help paint a pic of what I am trying to describe, but I digress.*************