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My characters + Arwen whom I've kinda "borrowed" for a bit
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Date Posted: 22:13:12 04/07/03 Mon
"Your grandfather's gone again," the elf known as Cadrieldur commented, mildly amused. "Does he always watch you or just when you're with me? This is the second time today I've felt his presence outside the door."
"It's not you," Arwen's face clouded over and the elf found himself feeling almost sorry that he had asked the question. "He's watched me since the waterfall incident, never openly but he's always there, just in case."
"In case of what?" he asked eagerly before his brain had time to consider the question carefully. "Sorry," he apologised swiftly. "Please forget I asked it."
They sat in silence for a moment. The easy atmospher from moments before had fled, like a dream in the morning. "I apologise. It's not my place to inquire about that which you have expressly forbidden me access to."
She looked up, blue pools of ocean mist meeting the icey blue of his own eyes. "Ask me anything but that. I don't want to talk about it."
The wolfish grin was back. "That's probably why I find it so fasinating." His eyes sparkled. "I've always been a bit of an annoying fellow and an insatisiable curiousity is by no means my greatest flaw."
We're here.
"You've brought the girl?"
"Riel?"
He snapped back roughly at the sound of his name, obviously he had spoken aloud. How careless after all these years, he fumed inwardly but only for a moment, this didn't really matter. She was here.
"Arwen... I'm sorry... please excuse me." Without a second glance or an explanation of any kind he rushed from the room.
Meet me in the southern most garden, he thought as he ran.
There's something you need to know.
Tell me when we get there. I must see her.
It's important.
I don't want to know. He almost laughed. Vomyr, you must have learnt by now through our time together, that nothing you say is important to me. Do we understand each other?
Perfectly.
To the gardens then.
The valet was already there when he arrived. The run from the upstairs hall where had sat with Arwen to the garden had been a substantial one but there was no evidence of it except the ends of stray hair that drifted from one braid which had fallen loose during his flight. He did not stop to redo it, the midnight strands whipping across his face in the afternoon breeze.
"Where is she?"
"She's not here," the valet replied nervously.
The elf's face darkened like the sky before a storm and Vomyr began to wish he had stayed with the Pack; the thought was a novelty but not one he would treasure.
Then slowly, dripping with menace the elf Rivendell knew as Cadrieldur spoke. "I hope for your sake you have a good reason for this."
"I did try to tell you," the youth answered miserably. "She's unconcious."
"She's what?!" Aralias bellowed.
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