Elrond signed silently to himself, staring at what was once his wife's precious gardens. The sound of a flutes melody floated through the air, carried by the wind, bringing peace to his slumbering people, reaching his Elven ears.

Closing his eyes he allowed her song to flow around him. It was easy to detect the sadness within her heart, each note she played telling a tale of pain and longing. She had been that way ever since his sons had found her after she had saved his wife from the vile orcs that had ambushed her on the Redhorn Pass of the Misty Mountains. The twins had arrived just as she finished killing them, then promptly collapsed. From the first day she woke up in Rivendal, when he first saw her eyes, eyes the color of stunning amethyst, they showed nothing. It was as if she had been drained of all emotion yet, deep within, a profound sadness laid.

Elladan and Elrohir, grateful that she had saved their mother, did everything in their power to befriend her, and befriend her they did. It was a friendship born from their persistence and patience with her.

She soon grew to be close with Arwen, a bond she protected as fiercely as she did her secrets. They were as inseparable as Elladan and Elrohir, added on by Estel.

His own bond with her was a special one. It was not until a few years into her arrival that she confided in him her secrets, her truths. With her tail of time travel came death and bitterness. It was then he understood her fear of being alone. It was then that he finally understood her fear and hatred of spiders. It was then he understood the reason for her night terrors, nightmares that left her shaking and hysterical. He held her as she spoke of her past, soothing her as best he could as she trembled within his embrace. Unknowingly- to him at the time, he had offered her something no one had ever offered her before. The feeling of having a father and with time he grew to see her as such.

As her song hit its last notes, sorrow coating the air, he waited. His ears picked up the faint tapping of her heeled boots as she neared him, stopping only once she caught sight of him.

"You played beautifully, as always, my dear." He said as he turned to face her. His eyes took in the form of his adopted daughter. With hair as black as night falling pass her knees and eyes the color of amethyst jewels caught by the sun, she was a beauty among beauties. He frowned when he noticed her skin, sun kissed, was paler than usual. "Another dream?"

She gave a nod in response, moving to sit on one of the benches closest to the balcony and right beside him. Her gaze drifted up to look at the full moon. With its silver rays of light shining down upon them Elrond could make out the faint darkening circles under her eyes.

"They are becoming worse, I take it?"

Arms crossed, her fingers tightened upon her arms, wrinkling the white sleeve of, what she called, her qúpáo. "Yes." She answered him softly. "They have become worse. I dread sleep, Elrond. I fear my dreams." Her eyes clouded over in a rare display of emotions, darkening in color. "It always begins the same. I'm with my companions, happy and content. Everything is perfect and then the the sky becomes painted in blood. All my comrades fall to Naraku, his laughter ringing in my head. Then things change as usual. Something forces me to look at their dead bodies, but when my eyes settle upon Sango's mangled body things change."

Moving to sit beside her Elrond gently coaxed her hands open, taking them into his own larger ones. Reaching up he moved a strand of hair from her face.

"What was it that changed?"

She took in a shaky breath, her hands trembling within his. "I saw Arwen. She was weak, dying. As she gasped for breath, her eyes dimming, she pointed behind me. I turned and saw unfamiliar faces, bloody and broken. I heard their voices, taunting me, accusing me of being the reason for their deaths. I woke just as a man surrounded by flames attempted to reach for me."

It was easy to tell the dream had frightened her more then she was letting on. Her whole body was shaking now. Even without his keen eyesight he could see her breast move rabidly with her heartbeat. She was scared.

Bringing her into his arms he held her tight. "All is well, my daughter." He consoled. "Arwen is asleep in her room. No harm shall come to her nor you."

As he ran his hand through her long locks of hair, Elrond wondered why her dreams had changed. Her dreams had always been consistent with whichever deceased friend it involved. He knew each dream word for word, scenario for scenario. They were always the same. For it to have changed so suddenly in the years she has started having them was very alarming to him.

"Something is coming." She whispered softy as she turned her head to gaze back out at the distance, her eyes staring at something he could not see. "Darkness is brewing out in the distance, far from here. It's begun to stir, it has been allowed to fester for far to long." She warned.

Elrond jerked back, his eyes slightly widened in shock. Gripping her face he turned her to look straight into his. His thumbs running over her high cheek bones. "What is it that awakens? What did you sense?"

Her eyes darkened as she spoke, her words coated in her power. "Beaten. Banished. His anger is white hot, burning all who near." He watched as her eyes moved back and forth, watching this darkness play out. His hold on her face remained even as she began hyperventilating. "His vengeance is great, powerful as his desire to rule. The-" she gasped for breath as she came too.

"Breath." He gently commanded her.

It took a while but she finally calmed, resting her head on his shoulder. "War is coming." Was all she said before her body slumped against him.

His back stiffened even more. Her Sight was powerful, more so than his own. She rarely had visions but when she did they were always right. The possible threat of war at his doorstep unnerved him to no end. Gathering her up in his arms he made his way into his home. Passing by her room he entered into Arwen's.

Placing Kagome beside his daughter he removed her white boots, tucking her under the sheets. A smile touched his lips as Arwen unconsciously drew closer to Kagome.

"How I wish you were happy." He softly said as he stared down at his adopted daughters sleeping form. "Even with us, a loneliness within your soul cries out yet."

Retreating into his room Elrond signed once more as he readied for bed, his thoughts plagued him. He could only wait and see what time brought.

oOo

Can I just say, I've been dying to to a LoTR's crossover for a mean while. This scene wouldn't leave me alone and I just had to write it and get it out of my head.

Til next time!

~MoDK