"You're scaring me..."
"I am sorry, Elrond. I have tried to forgot the shreds of my past, but they are not all so easy to ignore… they pry at me, tear at my control until I fear everything will fall to darkness once again. It is… so hard… to forget them." His head fell into slender hands well worn by the sword but also lithe enough to play the sweetest of melodies. A light sob wracked through his frame as he purged the visions from his mind; visions of his father dissipating to ash, his brothers falling one by one, elegant ships burning, a cloud of smoke as thick and dark as oil… each one was like acid in his stomach until he could feel the sting as sharply as a knife, twisting and prodding at his heart.















