A/N: Sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tried to post before the 22, I really did! But Decathlon was just too overwhelming. Plus, a couple of other events occurred (Like a drunk lady throwing a glass cup and hitting someone at Medieval Times) that prevented me from writing. Trust me, it was not a happy time for me. But now it's over! Yay! Oh, and from now on, I'm putting the R2R's at the bottom. Why? I feel like it I guess. ^^

Please See Chapter 1 For Disclaimer & Summary

Dreams Are Reality

By: Kawaii BlueBear

[Chapter 5]

Estel was missing and something evil would befall him.

That was the one thought that constantly clawed its way into Lord Elrond's brain. Even thought it was natural the thought would creep up on him, the elf-lord couldn't help but feel it was true. Ever since he was first brought here, the young edain always had bad luck trailing behind him. Whether it was something small like loosing a race against the other elf children, or something major like loosing both his parents at the tender age of two, misfortune always struck.

'Why must it choose Estel?' Elrond thought. 'He already has so much on his small shoulders.' He sighed. All he could do was pray Glorfindel and the other scouts found the boy before misfortune could hit him.

~*~

'Not now, not here, not like this.' were the thoughts that shot through Elrohir's head. It sounded as if the orcs were in a great multitude and would meet them in a matter or minutes.. But wait, orcs could not move in sunlight. What were they doing out at his time of day?

"Dan, this isn't right. Orcs cannot move in sunlight." Elrohir voiced his thoughts to Elladan.

"We can dwell on that later. Right now we must hide to avoid them." Elladan said.

"But where?" Elrohir asked.

The older elf was not hesitant in his answer. "Up in the trees." He said.

Before they had a chance to move, Estel asked in a quiet, pain-filled voice, "Dan, Ro, what are orcs?"

Although the question startled both twins, Elladan was the one who spoke. "Never mind that now." He said. "I'll explain later on, but only if you stay awake. Understand?"

Liquid pain coursed throughout Estel's leg and slowly worked its way upward. Yet somehow, he still managed to give an affirmative reply.

Wasting no more time, the elves ran to the front of the dense forest on the side of the road and climbed up a giant redwood tree. They proceeded to climb so quickly, to the common eye it appeared as if they were leaping up, branch by branch. Yet despite the agile performance, Estel was not jarred more than once.

As soon as both were satisfied they were high enough, they stopped. Now that they were at a safe distance from the evil spawns of Sauron, all they had to do was wait until they ran past them. And run past them they did.

There must have been well over fifty orcs running past the three at nearly full-speed. Seeing the ugly demons brought back gloomy memories of their mother and how she had been attacked by them. Before, that was why they had always hated the dreaded beasts. But now, they had a new reason. The same species had killed their young brother's parents. Even though Estel remembered bits and pieces of them, he could not put together an entire picture, and for that both Elladan and Elrohir loathed orcs even more.

Moments had passed and the group was about to end, but then a single orc stopped and sniffed the air. This action caused the tree's occupants to hold their breathes.

Well, all except one.

A wave of even greater white fire licked and destroyed the flesh of Estel's leg, which caused him to release a loud whimper that he tried to stifle but couldn't.

It was all the orc needed.

At once, the evil spawn snapped up its head at the elves' position and let out a loud, ear-piercing cry to alert the rest of the group.

Misfortune had struck again.

~*~

He couldn't take it anymore. He knew something was wrong and he could not just sit there while the feeling gnawed on him like a dog on a bone. So, Elrond got up and was about to go and search for Estel himself when Glorfindel burst through his door looking disheveled and out of breath.

"Glorfindel, any news of Estel?" Elrond immediately asked.

When he finally managed to catch his breath, Glorfindel answered. "No." he said.

"Then what news is so urgent it sends you running here as fast as you can?" Elrond asked again.

"Orcs, near the border of Rivendell." Glorfindel answered.

At once, Elrond knew. He knew what that feeling he no longer felt was. He knew why the new feeling that threatened to darken his vision was there. He knew what ill fortune had thrown in front of his youngest son's path.

He knew.

~*~

That cry, it sounded familiar. But where had he heard it before? He couldn't think with all this pain. It was the pain that clouded his thinking. He tried to ignore it. But the fire still lived.

Go away!

He tried to force it away. It would not go away.

Let me thinking peace.

It would not let him think in peace. The pain wanted to protect him.

He moaned and whimpered, his constant protest causing giving life to even new tongues. Yet he would not stop, he just had to know who or what that cry came from.

The pain still would not let up.

It became so worse, he had to shut his eyes in hopes it would help.

It helped only slightly.

Now he was getting a headache. It was small now, but he knew it would soon grow and consume his entire brain, just like the venom to his leg.

All of a sudden, for a very brief moment, the pain left entirely. And he was able to match the cry with a picture. But as soon as he did, the pain returned, but now his headache was tripled because of the memories, memories that had been locked up. Memories of blood.rain.arrows.his parents.dead.because of the creatures.the orcs.

And for the first time in his life, Estel was truly scared.

[TBC.]

A/N: Well, what did you think? *avoids bullets and arrows* Oi! Don't kill me! I just celebrated my B-Day and I want to see another present-less one!

[R2R's]

Freakizimi - I don't know how he did it, but he sure succeeded! I'm glad you're glad you found the fic!

Aralondwen - These guys have even more bad luck when they're with me. ^^ In my opinion, they should just live in a giant bubble. LOL

Puck - Typical luck isn't it? Sorry I didn't update, but I'll make you a batch of virtual brownies in apology. Glad you're feeling better!

ThE iNsAnE oNe - Tsk, tsk. I'm afraid to say you can't hunt bluebears because we're a protected species. But, you won't have to go hunting because the chappie's right here ^^

Elladan - Yay! I wrote a cliffie! Sorry I couldn't get it out ASAP. When I make virtual brownies for puck I'll give you one, k?

Lutris - Luved your review! I never read the Discworld Saga, but I will as soon as I finish The Vampire Chronicals.

Mizz-Gal - Short and sweet, thanx! ^^

Concrete angel - Awwwww, you're too sweet! *blushes*