*trembles in your grip, hardly breathing, watching your mouth move in utter silence—and for one heartbeat's worth of panic, he wonders why he can't hear your voice (speak up, Elrohir?)—and another heartbeat passes and he remembers again (you're Elliott and I'm deaf and the house burned and my mother died)*
*picks at least one word out and nods jerkily, his eyes still impossibly wide, pinched at the corners with agony he doesn't quite comprehend* *signs so shakily he's sure you won't catch most of it* Remember. I remember. E-L-R-O-H-I-R.
*looks and looks at you, biting the inside of his lip viciously (how did I not know you?)* *slowly* You saw (Nana) Mom.