December 12th, 2006 (06:11 pm)
Current mood: geeky
Current song: 'Figured you out' by 'Nickelback'
Harry had been with the elves ten days now, four of them out of bed after his injuries had healed.
This morning found him sitting in a corner of the library, almost hidden from view by the book cases and a tapestry hanging on the wall beside him. He was curled up in a patch of sunlight that had managed to penetrate the clouds and was halfway asleep when Elrond found him.
Elrond reached out a hand to gently shake him awake.
“Harry, child, wake up it is time for your breakfast.”
Harry startled awake, flinching at the unexpected touch.
“ No, I'm sorry, I didn't do it, please don't hit me, I sorry.”
He babbled, trying to disappear into the wall behind him. His eyes were wide in fright, and his voice shook with fear.
Elrond frowned, the boy was more affected from his abuse than he had first realized, not that he had expected him to come out of it fully healed, inside and out, but he would have to be careful with his new son. Very careful and gentle if he wanted the boy to truly trust him and his own safety in this place.