#elenure

"Who are you? Where am I?"

It was rare that Ereinion managed to escape from the watchful eye of his mother. Since the death of his twin, she had been insistent that he not leave her side and though he knew this was out of love and fear for his safety, he could not help but feel smothered.

He had not wandered far from the walls of the palace and was still within eyesight when he reached his favorite spot. A grassy cliff that overlooked the sea, the sound of the waves beating on the rocks below relaxing his troubled mind. His father name suited him well, it seemed - Calaeron, light of the sea. He felt at peace here, even under the weight of grief for his lost sister.

A book sat open in his lap, though his mind did not register the words upon the page. So lost in thought he was that he did not even hear the sound of the cliff beginning to crumple beneath him. A hand upon his collar dragged him back to reality as he was pulled away from the edge. He coughed, sputtered, and glanced to where he had once sat. Only open air now. His eyes watered and he looked up at the face of his rescuer.

Elliel.

“Thank you,” Ereinion managed to whisper, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “You saved me.”

Elliel eyed the rock face that had just given way; it was a long way down. She shivered at the sheer height of it before hooking her arms under Ereinion to hoist him more properly to his feet, and away from the Cliff.

“You ought to watch what you’re doing!” said Elliel, breathlessly. Her tone wasn’t annoyed exactly, but more concerned and stunned that he hadn’t felt the earth move. The little one’s response was one born of shock and concern, not genuine anger or annoyance at her friend: for when she saw Ereinion wipe his tears away, her face softened. She felt like crying suddenly too, but then disallowed herself this. She wanted to be tough.

Her short legs quaked fiercly while she attempted to register the fact that she’d almost lost a friend. She really did save him, didn’t she? It was almost a reflex response, such that the deed was done before she even realized it herself. She’d almost lost her friend. How terrible!

Instead of chiding Erenion further, she extended her arms outward to bring him into an apologetic hug & held him tightly, as if she was trying to squeeze her love into him:

“You’re welcome.”

injury meme — blood

“Aye, I noticed,” Tauriel said, hissing through the pain as she pushed herself up to lean on her elbows. She was losing blood, and quickly, from the gash across her stomach. Not deep enough for any severe internal damage — but deep enough that the blood loss could be dangerous, if not taken care of quickly. 

“I’ve a pack somewhere,” she mumbled, glancing around the clearing, filled with slain orcs from the ambush they aimed to surprise her with. “With bandages, everything I need. The strap was cut in the fight. I lost it. Do you see it?” 

Ereinion said,  ❛ they say there are no innocents at war. ❜

A Thwip resounded, swift and loud. The source was the quick movement of Elliel slashing the ground with a makeshift play sword, a willow branch with its leaves still dangling at the ends.

“Whoever said that must have never seen war!”

Well, neither has she. But her parents have, and so has Ereinion’s. Her tone almost came off mean, she realized, more than she would’ve liked anyway. Her words are but an echo of her Ada’s-- he would not often speak to her of War, for such things were too grim, and upset Nana. Instead, she heard glimpses of her parents speak of things long past, and the number of innocents who’d died in the aftermath of War. She was not well versed enough to understand, but she trusted her parents. Elliel ignored the inevitable, that she may one day have to face this as a future Healer, same as her mother, and instead preoccupied her hands by playfully tapping Ereinion with her stick-sword,