This is a random scene in Erelith's life I was er, inspired to write out :blink: I don't know why really...but it will give some insight on her and Melethron's relationship. I wrote a smaller scene at the top, one that happened before the one below the line thingie i made, but it relates to the second scene. the first was one that was supposed to have happened months before the second. (set in rivendell too.)
“So, what are you going to do now?” Melethron asked her, eyes carefully watching every move she was making. “See if there’s anyone else like me out there.” She said, determined to convince him to let her go. He looked to the ground and then back up at her with disconcerting eyes. Erelith picked up her bag and threw it over her shoulder getting ready to leave. “You know, you could come with me…” Erelith said, meeting eyes with him and hoping he’d agree to come. “…Or you could stay.” Melethron said, still trying to convince her that she was better off staying here. “You have a great life Melethron, but it’s not mine.” Erelith said slightly shaking her head in disapproval. “Besides,” she said giving a half-smile, “I’ve got no reason to stay here.” There was a long silent pause before he said anything back to her. “You’ve got me.” He said giving a sad forced smile, eyes still showing a glimmer of hope she might stay. “Thanks for being my friend.” She smiled and turned to go.
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make you change your mind?” He asked, as he watched Erelith stop to listen to his last words. She laughed lightly, slowly turning around. “Tell you what, if you can catch me…” She laughed, “I’ll think about it.” She mounted Morernil and gave him a kick to run. Morernil smiled and mounted his horse riding in her shadow. She looked back at him and grinned giving her horse a slight kick to run faster. Melethron did the same, only to be outrun by Erelith so much he wasn’t able to catch up. He watched her ride off as he slowed his horse down to a halt. She looked back at him one last time and waved goodbye to him as she smiled. He gave a slight wave to her as well, and turned to go sad he hadn’t been able to catch her.
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Melethron sat leaning his back up against the pillar of the dampening porch. His eyes held a disappointment in them, as if he was searching through the pouring rain for someone. He’d been waiting for months along that porch for her return, every day that passed he felt even more disappointed. I should have never let her go… He thought to himself. He remembered the first time they’d met, all the memories of the two of them playing through his mind as they did every day he sat here waiting for her return. His long hair and clothes were soaked from the rainstorm coming down, but it seemed to matter little to him, as everything seemed too lately. Forget it, she’s never coming back and you know it. He thought to himself, knowing she’d left in the first place to get away from here. He stood up to go inside, sadly convincing himself not to wait for her anymore. His sad eyes watched the horizon once more, looking for her. He saw Erelith standing there, wet and soaked but smiling at him. It’s just another mirage, just another dream. Melethron convinced himself, he’d imagined her standing there so many times before. He went inside to dry himself off, only to rush back to the porch realizing what he’d seen was not his imagination.
He threw the towel down on the porch, running out in the rain to meet her. He laughed as he grabbed her in a tight embrace as they toppled over into the mud. He lay there with her, soaked in mud and rain pushing her hair from her eyes. “I’m never letting you go again.” He smiled and laughed, “Do you know how much I missed you?” He squeezed her in a hug again. “Melethron…” Erelith coughed, “too tight…” He quickly let go and apologized, as she laughed at him. He watched as the sun began to shine overhead them, and the rain was creeping away. The heartache Melethron had felt for so many months was now melting away with the rain.
“I thought you felt like you didn’t belong here.” Melethron said, sobering up a little, getting serious for a moment. “Ah, never mind, whatever was bothering you it’s alright now.” He said stroking a few fingers along her jaw line. “You’re back, and that’s all that matters.” Erelith smiled, entwining her fingers with Melethron’s. “There’s no where else I’d rather be.” She said finally, embracing her arms around him suddenly. They held each other tightly for a moment, pulling back and staring at each other silently. They drew in closer until their lips met suddenly, though fervent. Pulling away they smiled at each other, shyly laughing a little too. Erelith let out a cry of surprise as Melethron lifted her in his arms, cradling her there as he stood up. She laughed and smiled at him, letting him walk back inside with her in his arms.
You've chased one idea out of my head with a completely new one! :wacko: Well, that certainly gives lots of insight on Erelith and Melethron ;) I thought they were 'forbidden' to see each other, though? And that Melethron was in the end 'sent' over the sea (by his people?). I like your writing, keep it up!
Ah yeah, they're not exactly supposed to see each other, but who says they can't get around that? XD :unsure: And yes, he's sent over the sea by his people, but only because he's so badly injured...(Like Elrond's wife was... :blink: pretty bad)
Just a random musing I had while plotting Erelith's demise. Comments are appreciated as always. ^_^
Erelith’s eyes flew open when she felt a cold hand clamp over her mouth. She grabbed at the hand, struggling as she was lifted roughly to her feet. She made whimpering sounds, being held by her hair and an arm fastened tight around her shoulder and mouth to keep from squealing. Struggling against an orc twice her size, she found she was only held in a tighter grip. Looking over to her friends, she saw they were still fast asleep.
“Make one sound and I’ll slit their throats.” The orc grinned at her, speaking in Black speech and holding a knife to her throat and the other hand over her mouth to silence her. “That’s right; I know you can understand me.” He said, giving a wicked grin at her.
“Now, back up nice and slow, and don’t even think of trying to warn your friends.” Erelith gave a wide-eyed look at the orc and gave a silent, yet obedient nod to him that she would do anything he requested; so long she didn’t hurt the others. Slowly she took one step back at a time; Erelith’s heart was pounding and her mind was racing on what to do. Impulsively, she jammed her elbow into the orc’s side, his grasp letting her loose for just a few moments.
“I told you not to fight me.” He growled, trudging after her, and dragging her by her silver-white hair. Erelith opened her mouth to scream for help, but found the orc clamped a rough hand over it tightly lifting her off the ground and walking away, even with her struggling and kicking against him. This is definitely not good.
“Say goodbye.” The orc laughed wickedly as the dimming light of the dying embers of the camp fire grew to almost nothing in the distance. He began to tread into a run, farther and farther away from the camp. Without warning the Orc threw her to the ground against a tree, grabbing her by the collar to stand to her feet. He tied her hands behind her back in tight knot, too tight. Erelith struggled against them, burning against her wrists. He grins, taking a grip to her jawbone, throwing her head against the side of the tree. Too bad that wasn’t an Ent.Her eyes looked wildly around for something she could do for even a brief moment of freedom. Taking a cloth the orc gives a smug look at her, tying it around her mouth for a gag.
“Resist and you’ll wish you hadn’t.” He hissed in her ear, as he bent down to tie a rope around her ankles. Erelith stood there, head held high and proud, she knew now she would have no chance of freedom even if she tried. She was completely alone, and no one could help her now. Not even Varsis.
The Orc continued to make a run for it with Erelith hoisted over one shoulder like a piece of cargo. She closed her eyes, this can’t be happening. How did I let it happen so easily? She was bouncing up and down on the orc’s shoulder to the rhythm of his heavy footsteps. Valar give me strength.
Fab stuff, Ere! She'd better have weapons on her, or things could turn bad :moodswing: You know, I feel sorry for Erelith right now :( Though... we haven't seen the dark side of her (if she shows one) yet.