We never discuss it.
Maybe I should press her about it. Somehow, it seems it would be therapeutic, for both of us. She guards us from the truth, thinking it would cause us more harm to know exactly what happened. As for myself, sometimes I think I conjure up images more horrible, and other times I wonder if my imagination could ever create the horrors she endured. All I have are unexpected glimpses of the past, when...
“Elrond... please, no.”
“Did I hurt you?” I draw fully away in a panic. I would never hurt her. Never.
A soft sniffle, and then... “No, just... please do not... do not touch me like that.”
I nod vigorously in the dark, no need to be told twice.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Elrond, Celebrian