The Truth Must Be Told

 

Luna walked the halls of the last homely house, seeking Elenwe. She had in her hands several books that she and the others were going to have Elrond read. Though they were some many hundred years old, there was nothing quite as soothing as listening to Elrond read to them, his smooth voice washing away all the worries of the day, and the others would meet in there later. Luna placed the books on a hall table and went into Kerowyn’s chambers to ask her a question. As soon as Luna was out of the hallway, a tall dark haired son of Elrond took the books sitting on the table, and left as quietly as he had come.

 

 

Elladan peeked his head around the corner of the hallway in Luna’s home. No one was there. He snuck into her bedroom and grabbed her journals off of her desk. He turned, and as quiet as a cat left the room. He walked quickly back to the homely house and put the journals in the place that Luna had originally placed the books. He chuckled, and smiled. Some things about the rather closed off Luna were going to come to light, whether she liked it or not.

 

 

The elves had all gathered in Elronds study, and Elrond looked at the books on his desk. His eyebrows lifted. “Luna…are you sure these are the books you want me to read?” he asked.

Luna nodded emphatically, “Yes.” She said, and settled back into her spot by Elrohir. Elrond nodded and opened the red velvet cover, and he began to read.

 

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Third Age

 

My wife has given me the ultimate betrayal, she bore me a daughter. A useless daughter. How pitiful the creature is. She probably will never wield a sword, and will being no use to the race of elves that we have taken so long to build. Everyone insists on telling me that I am blessed, I have a healthy daughter. I say bah! There is no use in a daughter.

 

Third Age

 

My wife bids me to hold our daughter, and I decline under the feeling that I am ill. In truth I am merely too disgusted to touch the weak child. It is my wife’s fault that such a weak creature has been born. Had I my own way, the child would be drowned like a kitten who no one wants.

 

Third Age

 

The most wonderful idea has come to me. If the child will not rid the world of it’s presence by itself, than I shall rid the world of it, for it. How divine. But I shall have to do it slowly, so not to arouse suspicion of the meddling elf lord and his family. My wife is to cowardly to say anything, but to be sure, she shall learn the consequences…

 

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Luna’s spine went rigid. She recognized this, and did not want to hear anymore. She quietly excused herself, and when Elrohir gave her a questioning look, she simply said that she was getting some tea for everyone. Luna left and did not come back.

 

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Third Age:

 

The child is no longer a baby, but still a child. It is 50 years old, and no matter what I did, the child would not die. But I still have plans. My wife is quiet now, I have shown her what would happen should she disobey me, and I refresh her memory quite often. I also showed her what would happen should she stand in my way of ridding the world of the abomination she brought into this world. Nothing will stand in my way. The child is quiet, she makes no sound, it fears me .I feel proud, knowing I have instilled this fear into the heart of this thing. In the past years it has fallen out of trees, cut itself, and hurt itself quite badly. Every time the healers take care of it, and I can hide the fact that I hate the child.

 

I was angry, however, when I found that leaving the child in the woods by itself, with no food, and tied to a tree failed. Someone untied it, and it came home. BAH! So tomorrow I shall push it off a cliff.

 

Third Age:

 

The throwing the child of the cliff worked quite well, until Carinebeth stepped in—

 

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Elrohir looked up at his father’s pause, and noticed that Luna had not returned.

“Ada…” Elrohir’s voice held a questioning note, as he noticed his father’s Gandalf-would-be-proud look. Elrond turned to look at his son and gave a shake of his head.

"I--This is one of Garaden's journals..." His voice trailed off as he looked at the small silver bound book in his hand.

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 Elenwe and Elrohir had been expecting Luna to put up more of a fight when they asked her to come join them. Normally, when reminded of her father, she fell into such a resentful mood, that no one could even get a syllable out of her, other than, "Go to Hell". But surprisingly, Luna had agreed when the ride was first asked, and walked out of the cottage, leaving a dumbstruck Elenwe and Elrohir behind. Looking at each other, than at Luna's retreating figure, they ran after her.

Luna was winning, and Lindir passed her. As he did, his horse kicked up some sand, and something else…a sword.

The sword would have gone right through Elenwe’s face had Luna not snatched it from the air. Elenwe was so shocked that she fell out of her horse. “Wow….that was….that could’ve….” She muttered.

Luna angled the blade so she could read the runes, and gasped. In her surprise, she kicked the horse side, and the horse reared, knocking Luna off. She tumbled, and let out a short shriek of surprise, and shook her head before holding the sword up. “No, no no no no no no no no no….” The others had stopped their horses and dismounted, as Elenwe crawled over to where Luna sat.

 

“Luna?” Questioned Elrohir. “Are you alright?” Luna didn’t answer, she mounted her horse, turned, and galloped back to Rivendell, leaving her friends and family staring, stunned, at her fast-disappearing back.

Searyn moved forward, and took the sword that Lindir had in his hand. There was puzzlement written across his brow, but it cleared when he saw the sword, and he turned and galloped after her.

“Luna! Come back here!” He shouted. The others followed suit. When they got to the courtyard, they saw that Elrond and Searyn were hurrying after Luna.

 

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Elrohir walked home after a dinner that no one wanted to eat, and a dinner without Luna. He walked into the cottage and shut the door. There were some lamps lit, and a smell of peppermint tea filled the air, so he knew that Luna was home. He didn’t seek her out however, instead he chose to go straight to bed. To his surprise, Luna was already asleep, and the room was lit by a single candle. Elrohir smiled and took the book that was in her grasp, and blew out the candle.

 

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Some hours later, Elrohir awoke, not quite sure what it was that woke him. Then he figured it out, Luna was gone. He jolted upright in bed and looked around anxiously. It was not far past an hour after midnight, too early for anyone to be up and about. HE got out of bed and pulled on a fresh tunic. He crept out into the hall, trying to be as quiet as possible as he passed Elenwe and Legolas’ bedroom door. He got into the main hall and sighed, he hadn’t woken anyone. He left the cottage and looked around. The air was crisp, and a little chilly, and the sky was clear, and the moon was full.

Yet, there was no one around. Elrohir sighed, and walked to the Homely house, where he checked the common rooms, the hall of fire, and the kitchen. No one. No one anywhere. Elrohir rubbed his temples. Should he keep looking? Or should he go to bed and continue searching in the morning. Even though he posed this choice in front of himself, he knew that he would keep looking. He wouldn’t sleep now, not even if he tried. So he would just look. And look. And Look. There would be no end. Luna wouldn’t be found if she didn’t want to be found. That was just how it was. Elrohir sighed again, and readied himself to walk out the door and into the forest, where he would begin to search for Luna in places outside of the ‘residential’ part of Rivendell. It was going to be a long night.

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Luna ran. Where she ran, she didn’t know. She only knew that she needed to run…get away from everything, and everyone. Get away from the nightmares that haunted her mind…get away from the sympathetic looks she would get from her friends in the morning.