A/N: Long, long ago...a little over a year ago, I think...I promised some of my lovely reviewers a story featuring Haldir, Arwen, and all sorts of other people. I also promised not to post it until I finished my 'Fanfiction Fellowship' series. Sadly, I'm breaking the second promise. But I'm just stuck on 'FAFF' and I'm having computer problems with Microsoft Word. Neither one good. I had this written months and months ago. So I thought I'd post it anyway. I hope you like it.

This is pre-'Lord of the Rings'. I'd say about...a little over a year since Celebrian sailed to the Undying Lands. Aragorn isn't around...yet. Or Boromir, or the adorable Hobbits. So I'm sorry about that. But there's plenty of Elves and a certain wizard might make an appearance. And if this story goes as planned, the others will turn up later. And the twins and Legolas will be around now.

Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once, so here it goes. I don't own it. I wish I did, but I don't. I dream about owning it, but I don't. I fantasize about owning it, but I don't. I...well, you get the picture.


Prologue - Imladris (otherwise known as Rivendell)

A cry pierced the still night air and the lights of the Last Homely House were immediately ablaze. Glorfindel came out of his chambers, sword in hand, just in time to see Elrond racing past him. Across the corridor, Erestor's head poked out of his door. The advisor looked over at the balrog-slayer.

"Arwen again?" he inquired.

Glorfindel nodded grimly and set his sword by the door in his room. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed and headed for the linen closet. Erestor went to the kitchen to start making some tea. It was almost routine for the two of them by now. They had become accustomed to it.

"Return to your rooms," Erestor told the other Elves he passed on his way to the kitchen. There was no sense in having the whole household up. They all obeyed, but they all cast sorrowful glances in the general direction of Arwen's chambers.

The sight that met Glorfindel when he entered Arwen's room carrying two thick blankets was a familiar one. Arwen was in her father's arms, sobbing almost uncontrollably, while Elrond rocked her back and forth as he used to do when she was just an elfling. The eyes of the two friends met over the dark head of the Evenstar and Elrond nodded almost imperceptibly.

Without a word, Glorfindel draped the blankets over the shuddering elleth. It happened like this every time. Arwen would wake up, shrieking and crying. Chills would follow. It was something that truly puzzled her father. Elves were nearly impervious to the cold. At first, he thought it was fear that made his daughter shudder and shiver so violently. But when the blankets seemed to help…..it became clear to Elrond that Arwen was actually very cold.

As her sobs subsided, Elrond gently laid his daughter back down on the bed. Glorfindel left quietly, respecting his friend's time with his only daughter, and went down to the kitchen. As expected, he found Erestor and a very hot cup of tea waiting for him. Glorfindel usually preferred something a bit stouter than tea, but he was in no mood to argue. Not even with Erestor.

"How is she?" Erestor inquired as Glorfindel sank into a chair.

"The same," came the short reply.

"That is the fifth time in the past two weeks."

"I know."

"It is happening more frequently."

"I know."

"There must be something we can do."

Glorfindel did not reply. He felt helpless and he hated feeling helpless. It was a feeling that was still new to him and he detested it. The two Elves sat in silence as the minutes ticked by. As usual, it was Erestor who finally spoke up.

"This family has seen too much sorrow in the past few years," he observed.

"Perhaps it would help if the twins would stay home more often," Glorfindel offered.

"No, I do not think so. Their thoughts right now are consumed with revenge, Glorfindel. And that is not what Arwen needs."

"She needs her family!" exclaimed the balrog-slayer. He had been very vocal about the behavior of the twins recently and they had been steering clear of him on the rare occasions when they were in Rivendell.

"You are right, mellon nin," Erestor said, not at all daunted by Glorfindel's temper. After all, it wasn't directed at him. "I have been giving this situation quite a bit of thought. Arwen does need her family. But perhaps she needs another part of her family right now."

"What do you mean?" asked Glorfindel, his eyes narrowing.

"I am going to propose something to Elrond in the morning. I am going to suggest that Arwen be sent to Lothlorien."

"Lothlorien!"

"Glorfindel, keep your voice down!"

"You would send her away from her father? She needs to be with him right now. Lady Celebrian has not even been gone two years!"

"I do not mean to send her away from Elrond forever, Glorfindel. What sort of monster do you take me for? And it is only a suggestion."

"It is a good one."

Glorfindel and Erestor turned to find Elrond standing in the doorway of the kitchen. The Lord of Rivendell looked tired and drawn. His eyes were bleak as he walked over to the table and sat down.

"I have done everything else that I know to do. Perhaps sending her to Lothlorien would work. Perhaps the memories of this place are haunting her."

"Elrond…" Glorfindel began to protest.

"I do not know what else to do!" Elrond snapped, his legendary calm finally breaking. "I cannot watch my daughter suffer like this! I have already lost my wife, Glorfindel. My sons are bent on revenge. Will you tell me that I must lose my daughter as well?"

"No," Glorfindel replied after a few moments of silence.

Elrond sighed and shook his head.

"I am sorry, mellon nin. Please forgive me. Arwen is…..she is becoming lost in these night terrors. Perhaps, if I send her to Lothlorien, Lady Galadriel can at least protect her in some way. I do not possess the power that she does."

"How long will she stay?" Glorfindel asked, unable to bear the thought of Rivendell without Arwen. He never would've admitted it freely, gruff soldier that he was, but he thought of her as the daughter that he'd never had.

"For as long as it takes, my friend," replied Elrond. "For as long as it takes."

""""""""""""""""""""""""Two Days Later

"You want to send me away?"

Arwen's eyes were wide with disbelief and Elrond would've gladly fallen on his own sword a thousand times over rather than meet her gaze. He took a deep breath and quickly tried to reassure her.

"No, Arwen. I do not WANT to send you away. But I cannot help you. These nightmares…..if that is what you can call them…..are happening more and more frequently. You will not tell me what happens in them, no matter how much I plead with you."

Arwen averted her gaze and studied the embroidery on the sleeve of her dress.

"You barely eat anything at meals. Arwen, I do not know what to do. I thought perhaps, in Lothlorien, you could find…….peace. Or at least some comfort with your grandparents."

"How long will I stay there?" she asked, her voice very quiet.

"The decision to go to Lothlorien is completely up to you, Arwen. I merely wanted to put it in front of you. If you go, it is also for you to decide when you will return."

Arwen nodded.

"Is that all?"

Elrond bit back a sigh. How he missed the old, spirited Arwen! He almost wished she would jump out of her chair and argue with him about the entire idea.

"Yes, Arwen. That is all."

She rose and left the room quietly. When she was gone, Elrond went over to his window and looked out over the gardens below.

"I cannot guide her, Celebrian," he whispered. "I cannot reach her. How can I be sure I am doing the right thing?"

A soft breeze was his only answer, but Elrond managed a small smile. It was enough.

A/N: So, that's the prologue. I really hope you liked it. I love reviews and I give them to my muses to watch over. So, if you'd like to give Haldir and Daniel Jackson something to do...please review! All flames will be used to light a bonfire on a beach with Captain Jack Sparrow. With me in Elizabeth's place. And the providers of flames are not invited. Nice reviewers, however, are.