`Tale of Two Hearts

By Lost

SUMMARY: Two hearts, born of the same flesh and blood, only six years apart. Sequel to Adventure of Middle Earth. Damian has always fought for freedom, but will one decision made of anger and hurt, be the downfall of a world his sister, Katie, fights to protect? For months Damian's anger grew, is it too late for Katie to right her wrongs? Too late to rejoin the family she lost? Will Katie be able to make peace with her brother and save the world she holds dear? Or will Damian be blinded by his anger, and wipe out all in his path?

Disclaimer: Lost doesn't own LotR or its characters. She also doesn't own Faelwen, Jess or Tywein, her friends are claiming them. Lost owns none of the Greek Gods, she just borrowed their names! She also doesn't own the All American Rejects or their song Gives you Hell. Is there anything I forgot? Oh yeah, Katie does not use medical methods, because Lost has no wish to study medicine, she faints at the sight of blood! So do NOT-not that any of you intelligent people would, but I have to cater for everybody- use any methods Katie uses!

(IMPORTANT! Please read! Luv ya'll, Lost!)

A/N Ok, for ya'll, just a quick little note so you get the idea of what's happening and I don't get a million emails asking me to explain! First of all, a big thanks to all you lovely people who stuck with me up to this point and I'll try hard not to disappoint you! Ok, back to the point: My story is set back in the present day (2010, only 5 months after Katie was reported missing) and Middle earth is the past. (5 thousand years ago)I have also fit Middle Earth into, well mainly Australia but other parts of the world as well. So my geography is well and truly out! Sorry, but had to move things around a bit to make it work! We all good? Ok, on with the story!

Chapter 1- Dreams and Things that go bang in the Night- Katie's POV:

I knew it was a dream from the very first minute. It had a misty, other-world feel. I could see the borders of Mirkwood from the hill on which I stood, the one that was now close to a city of Men. Below me, a grassy clearing separated the edge of the forest from a rough, dirt road. From both sides came a tremendous thumping that gave me an instant headache. From the forests emerged an army, clad in Mithril. There were Dwarves, Hobbits and Elves, all marching out together. They were met by an army of Men, carrying swords and bows where guns should have been. They were still dressed in their normal camouflage uniforms and bullet proof vests. That's when it started to get really weird! From the side of the Elves, I saw myself step forward, ready to bark orders. From the other side came a figure I knew all too well. He had changed a lot, but our souls would recognise each other anywhere. Damian. The air hung with an awkward silence that seemed to last an eternity.

"I wake up every evening," My voice rang out in a song I had not sung for five thousand years. "With a big smile on my face and it never feels out of place. And you're still probably working at a nine to five pace. I wonder how bad that tastes." Damian joined in, countering my sing-song attack.

"When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell."

"When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hopes it gives hell." As I sung this line, the Ents began to stir, the whole forest quickly coming to life.

"Now where's your picket fence love? And where's that shiny car?"

"And did it ever get you far?"

"You never seemed so tense love; I've never seen you fall so hard. Do you know where you are?" Damian cocked his head sadly at the forest before his face broke into an evil little smile. "And truth be told, I miss you. And truth be told, I'm lying! When you see my fave hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell."

"When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell."

"If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well, then he's a fool, you're just as well. Hope it gives you hell." Legolas raised an eyebrow, still amused despite the insult. Damian gave him the finger. We both sang the next verse in perfect harmony, despite our lack of ability. Don't you just love dreams?

"Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself 'yeah, where did it all go wrong?' But the list goes on and on." I smiled slightly, trying not to give too much away and copied Damian's earlier line.

"And truth be told, I miss you. And truth be told, I'm lying!"

"When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell."

"When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell."

"If you find a man that's worth the damn that treats you well, the he's a fool, you're just as well. Hope it gives you hell." Then we sung in harmony again.

"Now you'll never see what you've done to me. You can take back your memories; they're no good to me. Here's all your lies. You can look me in the eyes…"

"With that sad, sad look that you wear so well!" Damian raised an eyebrow. He still wasn't used to me insulting him and meaning it. Then the armies took up the chorus. First Damian's, then mine, then Damian's again.

"When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell."

"When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell."

"When you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well, then he's a fool, you're just as well. Hope it gives you hell." Damian's voice rang loud and clear, leading the next assault himself.

"When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell."

"When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell." Then we both sang together:

"When you hear this song and you sing along, though you'll never tell. Then you're the fool, I'm just as well. Hope it gives you hell. When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell. You can sing along, I hope that it puts you through hell." With that, battle broke out below me, the air filled with screams of pain and the stench of blood.

Meanwhile…

Jess' POV:

It was about midnight by the time my red Honda Jazz pulled into the driveway. It had broken down on the way from work. That was odd, I was sure I hadn't left the lights on. Maybe Damian had 'forgotten' to turn them off on his way out. Ever since he'd come back…he'd been different to say the least. He moved in with me, got a good paying job and things were going great. That was until he got fired for beating up his boss. The guy had seven broken ribs, a broken nose and a fractured skull, and Damian was un-armed! His buddy in the FBI had simply whipped his file clean. It seemed wrong to me, but apparently my say didn't count. After that he hadn't been bothered to get another job, instead living off my income. I didn't make that much, and all I did make seemed to disappear and a new bottle of alcohol would appear in the cupboard, disappearing three days later. On top of that, he was overly paranoid. He'd rush about the house muttering about extra security and slept with his hand gun under his pillow. For months I'd been more like a slave than anything else and I couldn't take anymore. This morning I told him he had till I got home from work to be out of here, with everything he could carry. If he left something behind, I'd send it to him and he was to leave his key in the bowl by the door. Was he really gone? I opened the door, throwing my keys in the bowl. I could hear the football match blaring from the lounge room. Had he left the T.V on too? The floor boards creaked and Damian stumbled into the hallway. He hadn't left, and worse: He'd been drinking, the rum bottle, still half full in his hand.

"Damian, what the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you to get out!" Damian laughed.

"And I said 'Hell no'!" I balled my tiny fists at my sides. I could feel my ring, which was the only thing I had of my mother's, cutting into my leg. My mother had left Dad and me when I was only twelve years old. Dad said she had no choice, that she wanted to stay, but couldn't. But I didn't believe him. Love is blind; just look at me and Damian, only an idiot would have put up with him for this long.

"That's it! I'm calling the cops!" I turned and reached for the phone by the door. I felt Damian's fingers dig into my left shoulder, and I could almost swear I heard the bone crack. But I didn't have much time to worry about that pain. Damian brought his fist; rum bottle included smashing into the right side of my face. I was knocked to the floor as the white hot pain seared through me and scarlet drops began to form pools and rivers down my white work shirt. I gasped. He'd seriously hit me! I was roughly reefed from the ground by my left wrist. My feet dangled uselessly against the blood stained floor boards. Damian's fingers squeezed, slowly, and might I add painfully, smashing what felt like every bone in my wrist. I screamed, gasping at the pain now shooting through my wrist and my face. Damian dropped me roughly on the floor, heading for the bedroom. I knew what he kept there. The images of his slim, sleek and silent gun flashed through my mind. I scrabbled across the floor, ignoring the glass that scratched and pulled at my skin. I threw the front door open, stumbled down the stairs and ran down the street. I heard an explosion as a bullet flew past me, crashing the Amin's house. I stubbled. Damn the dress code! I ditched my high heels and felt the wind rush through my blonde hair as I gained speed. Dad had always said I was born to run. Damian was drunk. There was no way he could keep up with me, at least no on foot. Ahead of me, I saw my aim, though I don't know why it was. I had covered quite good ground. I was already at the old forest. I would lose Damian as soon as I was through the trees. There was a small tug in my mind, warning me not to enter. This forest felt evil. I know it's a weird thing to say, but there was something about it that screamed danger. I could almost imagine a shadow stalking towards me. It was almost as if this place were made to mess with your mind. It was odd. I stood before the wall of twisted trees, unsure what to do. I heard the sound of a string being pulled tight, the tension almost visible in the air. My head snapped to the sound. I could hear a gasp. I wasn't imagining things. There was someone in the trees! But…But, no one came here! No one but the bravest of the brave and the…hunters! It was rumoured all thought town that this forest was the sight of a great battle, and the ghosts of the people that had died there still lingered, killing all who dared enter. The trees groaned and creaked eerily in a non-existent breeze. But I had bigger problems to worry about than hunter and ghosts. The headlights of my red Honda Jazz came over the hill. I could see Damian's face set in a hard, no trace of emotion to be seen. Upon seeing me, a determined glint filled his eyes. The car spun towards me, forcing me further back into the clearing. There was now only a metre between myself and safety, but it was a metre too far. I felt the pain from the bullet long before I felt the pain from the noise. Maybe it had just shattered my ear drums, or permanently deafened me. I fell face forward to the ground, watching my blood pool around me. So this is how I would die. Alone, in a forest by the hands of one I had once though I loved with a bullet in my back. Peachy ain't it? With that final thou ght, I sunk into the black waters of death.

Elladan's POV:

Remind me to disembowel Katie! It was my first night visiting in Mirkwood for a few months and the first thing she made me do was night watch duty! While she sat there drinking! I don't get why we needed to have constant patrol, her compulsion seemed to do a pretty good job! With Galadriel's help, Katie had put a ring of her will around Mirkwood. Any unwanted guests would feel the urge to wet themselves and run crying home to Mummy! Katie liked it that way. Apparently it made the long winter evenings just fly! I had never been more bored in all my long years. I was sitting on an Ent, Treebeard I think, in the shadows, counting the minutes until dawn. Only three-hundred and fifteen minutes left! Things were looking better already! I heard the sound of heavy breathing, and the patter of soft, bare feet hitting hard, worn earth. Through the trees, I saw a girl who would only come to about halfway up my chest, with golden curls streaming behind her. She seemed to be heading for the trees, hiding. I remembered Katie's instructions

"If anyone enters the forest, shoot them, but don't kill. We'll heal 'em up, erase their memory and put 'em back"

It really wasn't that bad. But could I really bring myself to shoot a woman, running alone, afraid and defenceless? Without noticing it I had already drawn back my bow string, ready to fight whatever danger approached. The girls' head snapped towards me, listening intently. I saw now, she wasn't a girl, but a woman. Probably…21 with big blue eyes and a kind face. I gasped. She was injured. The right side of her face was a flowing river of red blood which was soaking into her once white shirt. Her left wrist was swollen almost beyond recognition and a sickly blue-black colour. She was staring at me, while not staring at me. She looked straight through me, but she knew I was there, and she thought she was my target! A great humming filled the air, like an annoying bee buzzing in my ear, growing louder with every passing second. The woman heard it too. Her face was a mixture of pain and defeat. Two bright lights came over the hill and a red metal box took aim at her. For a moment I could do nothing, just stand and watch. The girl launched herself towards the forest, narrowly avoiding been hit. A man lent out of the side, a black box in his hand. A deafening bang shook the forest, immobilising me for another few seconds. The woman, who had been sprinting for the trees, now lay sprawled in a pool of her own blood. The man was obviously drunk, his eyes were glazed over and I could smell his stench form here. All the better for me. My arrow flew straight through both of his windows, the smash causing him to jump and scream, well, it was more of a sequel. The man sped away, and as say Katie would say 'He was scared shitless!' I rushed to the side of the tiny figure, who was small even for a human. Katie was only just taller than most humans, and this girl would only come to Katie's shoulder! The girl wasn't dead…yet, but it wouldn't be long, she was sickly pail and weak from blood loss. I carefully took her into my arms, wincing as she screamed in pain.

"Shhh" I soothed as best I could. She relaxed a little at the sound of my voice; probably just relived she wasn't dead. "I'm going to help you, just hang in there!" I took off through the forest at a sprint, ignoring the branches that tugged at my clothes and hair. Only later would the strange facts of the scene in the blood-soaked clearing return to me, and I would realise that there was more to this tiny, broken girl than I first guessed.

Katie's POV:

I sat bolt upright in bed, my face sweaty and tearstained. Legolas was leaning over me, just as well my reflexes were slow, otherwise Legolas would have landed himself in the infirmary!

"Another nightmare?" I'd been having them all week! They ranged from truly terrifying, like the one where I was being tortured, to just plain odd, like the one I had just had. I nodded, my throat felt too raw to speak. "You were screaming." Legolas brushed the hair that was plastered to my forehead away. I didn't want to tell him what I'd seen. It was too horrid, and I'd seen battle at its worst! What scared me more was the fact that Ada, who was currently visiting with Fae, Hal and my brothers, had been watching me with sympathy all day. It was like he had seen, and felt the horrors the night bought me, but for him, it was more than a dream. Ada could see the future. But how could this be the future? Death and war? No one knew we were here! No one even knew we existed! As far as they were concerned, we were a myth, created to entertain or warn children.

"Mummy?" A tiny figure stood in the doorway, complete with teddy bear. I knew Galadriel liked surprising me, but that one was just ridiculous! Someone up there loved me, my daughter; Artemis was living proof of that. Even from here, I could see her eyes- piercing blue framed by thick, black lashes, wide with fear-, some of her chocolate brown hair was obscuring my view. Fae appeared in the doorway behind her, dressed in a tight, baby-blue, silk nightdress.

"Come on. We've got a big day tomorrow. Let's get you back to bed" She gathered Artemis in her arms and carried her back down the hall. I sighed. I desperately needed to sleep, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Thankfully, my excuse came barging through the door, right on cue! Elrohir stood in front of me, his eyes wide.

"Katie, we need extra hands in the infirmary!"

Dressed in my night gown- which was an infirmary gown I hadn't been bothered to replace. I was in here often anyway! - And matching robe I hurried down the corridor with Elrohir on the lead.

"Elrohir, I dead on my feet!" I whined, yawning to emphasise my point.

"There's a wound we need you to look at. There's an entry wound, no exit wound and no sign of what's in there or how much damage it's doing!" He hurried through the door, leaving me standing in the corridor. I sighed again and followed him in. On the bad lay a small girl who looked no older than maybe 20, but was in fact 25. Her golden curls were matted with blood and tangled around her sweat covered face. Elladan sat beside her, holding her hand and muttering soothingly to her.

"Jess!" I dropped my robe to the floor and quickly washed my hands in the bowl on of the nurses here handed me. They weren't trained healers. They were just here to look after the patients and make sure decent feed! Jessica's face was stained red and had Ada carefully stitching every open scratch. Thranduil was working on resetting her badly broken wrist. She was lying on her stomach, with a nurse keeping pressure on her back. I lifted the blanket and saw a small hole in the right side of her mid-back. "She's been shot" I could see Elladan about to argue. "Not by an arrow. There's a small chunk of metal in here somewhere" I gulped. This was gonna hurt like hell! I made a small cut on four sides of the hole, trying desperately to ignore her screams. Elladan kept up his effort of trying to sooth her. His eyes were wide and desperate, begging me to help her. I carefully and slowly slid a finger into the widened hole, searching for the bullet. Jess' shrieks were loud enough to wake the dead! My finger reached the bottom of the hole, brushing up against a deformed little chunk of metal. I hooked my finger around the bullet and reefed upwards. With a little noise that was cross between a slurp and a pop, the bullet came free. Jess gasped and slipped into unconsciousness. I didn't blame her!

Ada finished stitching the bullet wound.

"How long will it take for her to heal?" My question was directed to Thranduil who was staring at me from across the room.

"I can't tell. Maybe a week" Ada replied. Elladan was staring intently at Jess. Elrohir looked confused and was eyeing his brother with interest. There was something going on with Elladan, and I didn't know what it was. If I could catch his eye for even a second, maybe I could work it out. But there was no chance of that. His eyes were firmly glued on Jess; as though he were afraid she would vanish the second he looked away.

"I'll be back then to erase her memory then" My words sounded hard and cruel. I almost hated myself for saying them. But I knew Jess couldn't stay here, it would put us all in danger.

"We can't send her back!" Elladan jumped up. Everyone could only gape at him. I finally got a good look at his eyes. I was nearly knocked over with surprise. My brother, the famous flirt who I'm quite sure had slept with every woman in the elven kingdoms…had fallen in love. I don't mean a one night stand, or admitting that Jess was hot. He had finally found the woman of his dreams. He quickly composed his face. "There's something that complicates the matter" He pulled back a few strands of her golden hair to reveal delicate, pointed ears. "She's one of us!"

Hey ya'll! I really hope you liked my first chapter! I know that my last two chapters of Adventure of Middle Earth were a bit of a letdown, sorry about that! But I'll redeem myself now! Thank you so much and please review and let me know what you think!

Luv ya,

Lost!