A/N: This is a short One-Shot collection I decided to post which will help somewhat to understand a few of the fics I will put up later. It will take my mind off of things while it snows again.

Again it needs to be mentioned that I don't own anything form Lord of the Rings except the mentioned OC.

I. The Healer

Swirling darkness, the icy touch of despair and pain, pain for the unright done against the beloved daughter. Even the burning flames of rage were suffocated by the darkness of the cold sorrow which rips the soul from all its strength.

Nay!

He couldn't let the pain triumph, the darkness to rip his heart to pieces, to rob his body from all warmth. Words long forgotten filtered into the tormented mind:

"Don't ever let the darkness of despair bind your heart with its thorns, the flame of hope should always be your guide. Never despair my grandson, then pain will only cause more pain so always keep your loved ones always close."

He could feel it, the darkness getting lighter around him, making blue eyes bale to see. With the dear words warming his heart new warmth flooded his body. His Sindar forefathers would be ashamed if he would now fail even if he wished that he wouldn't be so weak and powerless. If he would have inherited the gift which his daeradar possessed, but non of his blood did, but still he knew of that gift. A gift about which the world seemed to have forgotten after the Kinslayers sheed the dear blood of those few possessing Eru's comparison. Stepping forth with determined steps gazed the Lord of Lothlórien right into the darkness, taking all his courage together and called out the name he daeradar had told him as he visited him in his dream three nights ago.

"Nestaron!" he called out while holding back a soft smile at the irony of the name's meaning and for the person he was seeking.

Soon the silence was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps, but due to the echo was it not easy to know from where they come form. Time seemed to slow down when suddenly from the swirling blackness a new person appeared, so young and breathtakingly beautiful. The lines fair even for an elf, waist long ebony hair left free from any braid except two on each side of his face, bound together at the back of his head. Eyes the same colour as Ithil's silver light shining with wisdom no matter how young they owner was, unblemished skin nearly reminding on marble, he was clad in black leggings and long slaved tunic which only let his long fingers be seen, silver patterns glistered without light on the tunic.

"To whom have I the pleasure calling me." his melodious voice carried no trace of surprise for someone knowing his name even thought only few even knew his existence. Poor Glorfindel would probably give anything to know that the little elleth whom the person he loved adopted had given life to a son to whom he was named godfather to.

"Lord Celeborn of Lothlórien, I request your help." his voice was surprisingly steady even thought his heart was hammering in his chest, he had not hoped that the one he seeks would posses such a beauty, even over shining his White Lady and that of Elrond's Evenstar.

"To what may you seek my guidance? I can feel the despair of your mind, but also see the darkness lessening around you. " they were now only a few steps away from the other.

"Aye, I seek the help for my family, my wife is hiding herself in her visions, fleeing form the reality since our child fell victim to the vicious attack of orcs " he still couldn't say the word, but they weren't needed as the other nodded "her husband is hiding since that day by her side not eating or sleeping only sitting there holding her cold hands, his people worry for they ruler, my two grandsons are trapped between the flames of they own hatred and rage, staying away for months hunting after orcs and Arwen our little Evenstar is always sent by her father to us."

"They are all trying to push those they love away." were the only words the Dream Dweller spoke as he looked deep into Celeborn's eyes. "As you wish I will accept them as my patients and try to mend they souls, but hopefully you understand híren that if I succeed it may be that they will wish to sail to Valinor where they can fully heal." his voice was even as was his silver moonlight gaze.

"I'm aware of the possibility." Celeborn finally said noticing the little smile on pale rose coloured lips.

"Then is it well, first your daughter, I want to ask you to let me have clear field to her when we met at the end of the fourth day. My journey from home will take that long. Belain na le híren." and with that did he already turn around in a flourish of ebony robes and hair.

"Ná Elbereth veria le." and with that the darkness shattered giving place to a peaceful forest, his soul was slowly healing from the knowledge that his loved ones would not fade away.