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            Éowyn bit back a frustrated cry. After leaving the healer with the boy she had begun searching for Faramir and couldn't find him. //This stupid palace is too big, he could be anywhere!// "My lady, are you alright?" She turned to see a dark-haired elf walk up to her.

            Elrond had seen the distress on Éowyn's face, and he had a nagging feeling that it was about his son. "My lord, I can't find Faramir."

            "Where you not walking together?"

            "Yes, but then we split up when I went to get a healer, and he came here and now I can't find him."

            "Why do you need a healer?"

            Éowyn hesitated. She knew that this elf was Lord Elrond, Aragorn's foster father, and a great elf lord. //Well, if King Aragorn trusts him, then I will.// "We were walking in the fifth level when we saw a man hitting and yelling at his son. Faramir stopped the man and we brought the boy to the palace, but I went to the Houses of Healing to get a healer because the boy was hurt and we didn't know how badly. I am worried about Faramir, though. His anger at the man scared me; I have never seen Faramir so... so enraged! I feel that something is wrong, but I don't know what."

            Elrond felt sick. //He pushed back the past and now it is forced back on him in the worst of ways.// "Lady Éowyn, we must find him. Start looking in the northern rooms, I will get the King and meet you there." Éowyn did not question the elf lord's command. The look on his face told her that there was more to this then she thought. Éowyn felt her chest tighten in fear. //What is happening? Please, Valar, let me find him. Let me help him!//

            Lord Elrond nearly ran to find Aragorn. The King was speaking with Eomer in his personal library. "Forgive me for interrupting, lords, but I need to speak with you Estel. It is urgent." Eomer nodded in understanding and left the room.

            "What is wrong, Father?" Elrond told him everything Éowyn had said and confessed his own worries.

            "We must find him, Estel. Something tells me that Tir's future is being decided. He is facing something that will either make him stronger... or destroy him."

            Aragorn and Elrond met up with Éowyn near the second floor green room. "Aragorn I can't find him, I don't know what to do. I am so worried."

            "I know. I think we should search separately, it would go faster..." Aragorn stopped speaking when Elrond held up a hand for silence. The elf lord had paled, blood draining from his face.

            Lord Elrond listened closely to the sound he heard coming from down the hall. His heart flip-flopped. //Please no. No, not again. Please, not again, it can't be happening again!//

            "Father, what is it?"

            "He is down this hall. We must hurry." As they neared the room, both Aragorn and Éowyn heard what Elrond did. Someone was singing in Sindarin. It was Faramir. It was the same song that he had sung as a boy in Rivendell. Aragorn blanched as he heard the words. Words without hope.

 Darkness approaches,

I try to hide,

But shadows call

Stronger than I.

Silent plea,

Ignored by all,

Shadow grows,

Darkness falls.

Who shall survive,

End comes to light.

Hope shall save those

Lost to night.

Hope comes,

The dawn is nigh

Yet the shadow, the shadow,

Is stronger than I.

            Éowyn could not understand the words, not knowing how to speak Sindarin, but her heart tightened in fear at the tone. Forgetting all proper behavior, she picked up her skirts and ran into the room. Aragorn began to follow her, but was stopped by Elrond. The King gave his father a frustrated look. Elrond shook his head. "I have attempted to talk to him, as have you and the twins. None of us has succeeded. We must let her try."

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You didn't think you saw the last of that song, did you?