"Cimorene, you must eat."
"I will not."
"You have to."
The sound of ceramic shattering sounded thru Elrond's household.
"I will not eat! And you will not tell me what I have to do!"
A very harassed Erestor came out of the room. "You try Glorfindel, but do not get your hopes up. She is impossible." He said as he passed the tray of food to Glorfindel.
Glorfindel entered the room. "Cimorene, please eat."
"No." was all he got.
"Saes?" Glorfindel asked.
"I will not.
Glorfindel set the tray down on the desk, and walked over to the bed. He embraced her and held her against him. "Please eat." He said softly.
Cimorene stopped struggling. "What if I cannot?" she whispered.
"You can eat. Why couldn't you?"
"I have tried. It just comes back up."
"So that is why you look horrible."
Cimorene sent Glorfindel a 'you are not going to live if you do that again' look. "Will you eat with me?"
"If that is what it takes to get you to eat, then yes." He got up to get food.
"Don't leave me. There's enough food here to feed the whole house."
He sat down again. He ate a bit then stopped and watched her eat. She ate slowly, as if it was her last meal, and was savoring every bite.


