EP - Elrond Peredhil (age 6)

[starrydome]

Before this (oom)


The door slams open and a small figure darts across the floor, skidding to a halt just before colliding with a table. He turns quickly, the way you do when there is danger of someone sneaking up behind you. And stares.

It's a child, pale and pointy-faced, dressed in grey and black. The arms are a little too skinny, the skin beneath the eyes is a little too dark. The eyes are far, far too cautious. His age is hard to gauge, in part due to those eyes.

The Bar is clearly not what he expected, judging from the look of confusion and mounting concern on his face. Concern that is slowly edging its way towards panic. 

His hands move across the tabletop behind him and one hand closes on the handle of a used butter knife. 

Come what may - he will be ready for it.



(occ: I was a bit feverish last night and this is the result. This Elrond is a child of six (and although elven children mature faster than human ones, he is still very much a small child in some respects), who has already spent some time in Feanorian captivity.) ETA: open forever!

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[starrydome]

"But - when I go back through door, do I then go back to - where I came from?"

He sounds worried. Very worried.

"It's - my brother is still there. And I have to look out for him. I've promised."

[sunbaked_baker]

"It always leads back to where I came in from, when I leave," she nods.

"But usually, it's like no time has passed. Like I walk back into the moment I left. Maybe it's like that for you, too."

[starrydome]

"The same moment?" Somehow this doesn't seem to reassure him.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Mom doesn't even notice I've been gone," Rae shrugs.

Not that her mom notices much, anyway.

"But you can stay here for as long as you want, until you're ready to go back for your brother," the girl assures him, holding out her hand. "C'mon, let's go outside. It's a pretty day."

[starrydome]

He takes her hand because she offers it, even though he by elven standards is a little too old to need to hold hands.

"As long as I can go back home," he says. Even if it means facing Maedhros.

[sunbaked_baker]

It's not meant to fulfill a need, but to offer comfort. It's contact, and reassurance, and acceptance, and support, offered in the simplest way.

"You can," she says with a soft smile as she leads him out where there is sunlight and grass and trees and gardens (still somewhat under construction) and water. It's wide open, with no threat. "But you can stay here a while, too."

[starrydome]

"No, I can't." he says, decisively. "We are always together. We've promised Mother." As they walk outside, he continues chatting, happily. "We'll always be together. When we are married, we'll have a big, huge house where both our families can live. And there'll be a garden with trees, like those, and berry bushes.