Another chapter, I'm on a roll! A cina-roll! (naw, I'm kidding) so, next chapter is going to be the full story of Dweller's life, and relationship it Relnik and his family. Enjoy.

~Hoshiko

            (A/N: Italics are in Elvish.)

Relnik rushed his horse through the gates of Imladris, and two other elves rushed towards him. He gave the female elf Ondril, and he took Brom after he dismounted. They rushed into the building.

'How did this happen?' the other male elf said, and they rushed up the stairs.

'I'm sorry, ada. I did not get to the group in time, and they were attacked.'

'Where are the others, Relnik?' The elf-maiden asked as they came into a room with two beds in it. Each hobbit was set in a bed, and Relnik turned to her.

'I left them at the Last Bride, they are safe now, I have destroyed the Nazgul for the time being.'

'I will go get them, then.' She said, and he shook his head.

'No, Ethohen, you must stay here and help father. Your healing skills are greater than mine.' She drew a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

'Of course, just hurry.' She said, and he nodded, leaving. She turned to Brom, and took off his shirt, starting to clean the wound.

Relnik went to the stable and got another horse, talking to it soothingly. 'Hello, old friend, you must come with me, all right?' the horse whinnied, giving him the assurance he needed. 'They should be near the Trollshaws by now.' He said to himself and whistled for the horse he had left at the gate. It came, and he mounted it, turning back to the group he had left behind.

'Come along, Áre!' he cried, and they were off to the Trollshaw.

It was the end of the next day, and Terry and Param were trudging along, carrying both Brom and Ondril's packs along with their own. Terry unfortunately was stuck with Brom's.

'Are we near, yet?' he breathed, and Dweller shook her head.

'No. We're about three day's away on foot.'

'Oh.' They walked in silence until it became dark. They stopped to make camp, and after they had eaten dinner, horse hooves could hear in the dark. They immediately jumped up, and Dweller unsheathed her sword.

'Who's there?' she called into the darkness, and Relnik's face became obvious in the light of the fire.

'Whom do you think?' he asked, and she rolled her eyes.

'Just you.' She said, and he laughed.

'Just me, with another horse that I've brought for you to ride. Well, if I'm not wanted…' he trailed off, and started to lead the horse the other way.

'Oh, come along now, I was just joking.' She said, and he pretended to scowl.

'This is no time for a jest.'

'You're a bad actor. I know you.' She said, and he smiled.

'A bit too well.' He said, and motioned to the other horse. She nodded, smiling, and looked at the two hobbits.

'Come on, Terry with Relnik, Param with me. Áre can handle two bodies.' She said, and helped Terry on with Relnik, went over to put out the fire, grabbed all the packs, and helped Param on with her. When they were set they rode off, reaching Rivendell by early morning.

When they did arrive, both Param and Terry were asleep. They were awaken, and what they saw in front of them made their mouths drop in awe. It was Imladris, rebuilt and refurbished. In the eight years that Relnohen had learned of the stone's appearance he, with the help of the few elves that still resided in Imladris, had fixed it up to it's original state. If you were to compare the first one to the new one, you would not have been able to see the differences.

This brings us to the subject of elves in Middle-earth. The places of the elves had been long-sense forgotten and abandoned except from Relnohen, who had still resided in Imladris. Lorien and the other realms, like Mirkwood had been abandoned totally, no one having the mind to keep them up. Most of the elves had, instead, become Rangers, fighting with the men in the wild against evil when they chose to show themselves.

Relnohen's son, in fact, had become a Ranger along with Dweller. His daughter, Ethohen, had chosen to stay with her father, learning healing powers that had helped define Imladris thousands of years earlier. There were only about one hundred elves left in Middle-earth, and you would not have known that unless they showed their ears.

Learning of the new danger had driven many of the elves to come back to Imladris, many of them adopting their old way and some their old homes. It was amazing what they could do in such a short period of time.

'It has much changed sense I last saw it…' Dweller said, herself in awe. She had not seen her old home in ten years.

'You were wondering why most of the elves had left our stations, weren't you?' Relnik asked, and she nodded. 'They had returned back here, to restore this place to one of rest and beauty.' Relnik said, and she smiled.

'That's the most inspiring thing you've ever said.'

'I know.' He said, and she laughed.

'You mean it wasn't always like this?' Param asked, sounding slightly disappointed.

'It had fallen near ruins as of late.' Relnik said. 'But now it's in it's original state. If you two would like to sleep, I will show you to your bedrooms.'

'No, where's Ondril and Brom?' Terry asked, and Relnik smiled.

'Of course, follow me.' He said, and they did so, being shown to the room. They found the two in beds, still unconscious, but breathing normally.

'Will they be all right?' Param asked, looking at Ondril, trying not to cry. They were first cousins.

'You should ask my father those types of questions. Or my sister, both are here, some where.' Relnik answered, and Terry looked at him.

'Could you get them?'

'Of course.' Relnik answered, and left. He came back a few moments later with his father. 'My young hobbits, this is my father, Relnohen. He can answer any questions you may have.' He turned to his father. 'These are the hobbits Terry Brandybuck and Param Took.' He then bowed and left. Relnohen turned to the hobbits, smiling kindly, and sat in a chair.

'Will they be all right?' Terry asked, and Relnohen looked at Ondril.

'They will heal, I have made sure that they have gotten the best of care.'

'When will they wake up?'

'In a few days. Do not worry, we will keep you in formed if any thing unfortunate happens. Now I suggest you two get some sleep, you look very tired.' Relnohen said, and the two nodded. 'The room across the hall is free, as is one next to it. Those can be your rooms if you would like.'

'Thank you, sir.'

'It is not a problem.' Relnohen said, and stood, showing them to their rooms. They went slowly, looking back at Ondril and Brom before going to sleep in their own rooms.

Ondril awoke to see Brom sitting in a chair next to bed, asleep, holding his hand. Ondril smiled, and gripped his hand. Brom jerked awake, and when he saw his master awake he cried out in joy.

'Mr. Ondril!' he cried, and grasped his master around his neck. 'You're awake!' Ondril laughed, and hugged back with his good arm.

'How are you, Brom?' Ondril asked, nodding towards Brom's arm. Brom turned a bright red and looked at it.

'I'm healing. Brendalin came yesterday, he's talking with Relnohen now.'

'Who?'

'Relnohen, the elf who healed us. Well, he and his daughter, they're elves, Mr. Ondril, elves! I had thought they all had disappeared!' Brom was looking very excited, and Ondril couldn't help but smile.

'So had I, Brom. I'm glad to hear that they've still managed to stay.' Ondril said. Through the door they could see Terry and Param, talking happily. When they saw him, they smiled, and called down the hall to someone.

'You're both awake!' Param cried, and ran to the bed.

'Lord Relnohen said you wouldn't wake up for a few days, and he was right. It's been a week sense we saw you awake!' Terry said, in such a rush Ondril wondered if he had heard his little cousin correctly.

'How long did you say?'

'A week, master Baggins, a week.' Another voice said. It was Brendalin and he was beaming to see the hobbits awake. 'You gave me quiet a fright when I learned you'd been hurt.' Ondril and Brom both smiled, Brom muttering something that sounded like 'why are you people worried me for?'

'You're getting better, and when you're allowed out the room, we need to show you something!' Param said, and Ondril nodded.

'All right, all right.' He said, trying to slow his younger cousin down.

'It is up to Relnohen when they are allowed to leave their beds, Param. In fact, I don't believe you should be out of yours Brom.' Brendalin said, and Brom nodded, but didn't move. Brendalin just shook his head, and turned, leaving with a wave. 'When you are allowed out I have things to tell you.'

'Wait-' Ondril said, and Brendalin turned back.

'Yes?'

'What is Dweller's real name?'

'Aradraen.' Brendalin answered, and left. 

'Aradraen?' Relnik called through the dark hall. Nothing answered, but he could see a figure move in the darkness. 'Aradraen?' he asked again, and someone sighed.

'Use my real name.' Someone answered bitterly. Relnik walked up to the figure, and looked at the woman sitting in the chair.

'That is your real name.' He said, but shook her head, eyes falling upon the robes that he now wore.

'Any other name but that one.' She said, and he sighed.

'Fine, Laurë, what are you doing here?'

'Sitting.'

'Aha… well, nice to see you've actually bathed sense I've seen you last.'

'Not now, Relnik.' She said, and tried to hit him away. She was too far away, though, and hit mid-air. Instead of leaving, he took a chair and sat in it next to her. She still sat on the table, and stared at the grave in front of her.

'Why is it I always find you here?'

'If you didn't look for me then you wouldn't.' Relnik rolled his eyes, and stared at the grave.

'I have given my gold to the Dunedain, I have kept no gold for myself. A familiar quote in Imladris, though a little changed over the years.'

'She changed it to fit me… why did she do that?'

'She knew your future, who you were, what you were destined to do.'

'That's not my destiny. It died with her.' Relnik sighed, he hated it when his sister was like this.

'Father loved her, you know.'

'Yes, I know.'

'First my mother then her… it has been hard for him these past years.' Relnik said quietly, and Laurë shifted in her chair, and said no more. 'You are Dunedain, you know. It is your future.'

'I do not wish to be Dunedain!' Laurë said loudly, standing up. 'I am not fit for such a destiny!' she cried, and left the room, leaving Relnik alone in the dark hall.