Elrond ran his hand over Sydney's face and closed her eyes before standing up. Picking up the sheet at the foot of the bed, he pulled it over her and said a few words before moving to Legolas.
"He is just unconscious. Help me put him to bed," Elrond said and carefully lifted the prince.
"Will Legolas be well Ada?" Elrohir asked as Elrond spoke quietly to an attendant.
"Yes, once he rests a bit. I am interested as to why he passed out though."
"Would it have to do with what Sydney did?" Elladan asked with a glance at the sheet covered body.
"That is the question my son. What did she do, if anything? It might have been the poison," Elrond said and led his songs from the room.
His sons were quiet as they stood in the hall. Elrond sighed as he looked out the windows at the gardens that surrounded Imladris.
"I must speak with Sydney's parents. They need to know what happened," Elrond said as his sons nodded.
"We will stay with Legolas until he awakens," Elladan said and glanced over at his brother.
Elrohir stared down the open air hallway and vaguely heard his father and brother. He was having a hard time believing that Sydney was actually dead in the other room. He saw several attendants slip into the room to take the body away and prepare it for the mourning ceremony. His brother gently squeezed his arm and tugged slightly. Elrohir followed as they moved back to Legolas' room. Pulling up spare chairs, the brothers sat down as the silence surrounded them.
"Do you remember the time when Sydney released that tarquel in the palace?" Elladan asked with a faint smile.
Elrohir thought for a moment before smiling. "Naneth and Ada thought it was hilarious but the visiting ambassadors did not. I remember Ada trying to think of a good punishment to give us but he was trying so hard not to laugh."
"We had some good times with Sydney," Elladan said quietly as Elrohir nodded.
"I am going to miss her."
"She is only gone from our eyes, not our hearts or memory," he said and Elrohir nodded.
"Well spoken brother."
"Of course it is. I am the older, wiser brother," Elladan smiled as Elrohir chuckled slightly.
"What ever you say brother."
The two continued to talk quietly and recall a few occasions of Sydney and their pranks. While they talked, they healed.
Legolas groaned slightly as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He turned his head slightly at the soft voices and flinched when his headache increased. He felt a hand rest of his forehead and his headache slackened slightly.
"Are you awake Legolas?"
Legolas concentrated on the voice and finally tagged it as Lord Elrond's voice. He struggled to open his eyes and finally succeeded to wait for them to focus. When they did, he saw Elrond leaning over him looking concerned.
"What happened?"
'You passed out you moron.'
Legolas jerked in surprise and looked at Elrond, knowing that is was not Elrond's voice he heard.
"What did you say?" he asked, seeing the confusion on the Lord's face.
"How do you feel?" he asked again.
'No, you did not imagine me. I am actually here.'
Legolas turned quickly to look around the room as he scrambled off the bed. Elrond moved after him, starting to worry by the prince's odd behavior.
"Where is she? I know she is here, I can hear her," he asked frantically as he backed into the corner of the room.
"Who are you taking about Legolas?" Elrond asked softly, trying to calm the young elf.
'He does not hear me, only you can.'
"Why?" he asked out loud.
'Because I am inside your head, not his.'
"Legolas, what is wrong?"
The prince looked at him as if suddenly noticing him. Slowly looking around, Legolas slid down the wall and rested his forehead on his knees.
"Sydney is in my mind. She is talking to me inside my head," he mumbled before lifting his head to look at the elf lord.
"I beg your pardon?" Elrond asked, not able to hide his shock at the answer.
"Sydney's fëa is inside me. I hear her voice inside my mind."
'Do you realize how insane you sound right now? Just tell Elrond what I am about to say; it will explain everything.'
Legolas slowly started to tell Elrond everything that Sydney said in his mind. Elrond looked shocked at the explanation as Legolas softly spoke.
"Does that mean that you have her memories?" he asked, feeling a momentary surge of fear.
"She says no. She only gives me what she wants me to see and know," he replied, feeling exhaustion sink into his limbs.
'He is worried about what I know of his past. Tell him that I will stay true to my word.'
"She says that she will stay true to her word. She decides what to tell me and not tell me."
"I did not mean to doubt her word but does she remember what happened at the town?"
"She does."
"I wish to hear it but you must rest and regain your strength," Elrond said and moved to help Legolas stand.
"I am well Lord Elrond," he stated and started to stand.
Finally getting to his feet, he stood tall for a moment before starting to slowly weave back and forth. Elrond reached out and steadied the prince before helping him to the bed.
"Of course you are well Legolas; then this rest will not harm you," Elrond said with a faint hint of a smile.
'You know that he is right. Your body needs to rest and adapt to my intrusion.'
"I do not need to rest," he protested stubbornly.
"Yes, you do," Elrond replied. "Sydney, make him rest."
Sydney's spirit mingled with Legolas' spirit and coaxed Legolas into a deep healing sleep. Elrond barely got him to the bed before he collapsed and was asleep. The elf lord looked down at the prince and sighed before quietly leaving the room. His sons were waiting out in the hallway for word on their friend and looked up when their father stepped out.
"Legolas will be fine after he rests," he said as the twins moved towards him.
"Then Sydney did nothing to him?"
"Oh no, Sydney most definitely did something to him but I am not quite sure what or how she did it," he said and started to walk towards his library.
"What did she do Ada?" Elladan asked curiously.
"Legolas' body seems to be the host of two fëas. His own and Sydney's; apparently she forced her fëa into him just before she died. She talks to him in his mind and it seems that Legolas' mind is accepting this. It is most strange," he murmured and pushed open the door to his massive library.
"Is that possible?" Elrohir asked as Elrond carefully selected several books.
"I have never heard of it happening before but that does not mean that it has not."
"When is Mithrandir to arrive? Would he not know of this?"
"He may, but I will not assume that he does. There may be some history of it occurring before," he said and sat at one of the elegantly carved tables.
Elladan tugged on Elrohir's arm to lead his brother out of the library. Their father would wish to research in peace and quiet. Leaving the room and closing the door behind them, they walked down the hall and saw Glorfindel walking their way.
"Riders have been sent out to all the kingdoms to warn them of the assassin. Has Sydney said anything else?"
"Sydney has passed on to the Halls of Mandos," Elrohir replied softly as Glorfindel's face dropped.
"That is ill news indeed."
"But her fëa lives in Legolas," Elladan reminded his brother.
"I beg your pardon?" Glorfindel questioned with a confused expression.
"Come Glorfindel, you need to be filled in on what has happened," Elrohir said and pulled the other elf along.
Legolas stared at the ornate ceiling above the bed as he listened to the sounds outside of the glass door. He had woken up as the moon had begun to rise and was relieved to find no one was in the room with him. The memory of Sydney speaking in his mind bothered him more than he wished to let on. His eyes drifted around the room, watching the dancing shadows that the few candles revealed. He sensed no other elf in the room with him, but he felt another presence that he couldn't pinpoint.
"Why are you still here?" he asked to the empty room.
'I have unfinished business.'
"So you forced your fëa into me without my consent?"
'Yes, I did. And I am deeply apologetic for that; but it could not have been avoided at the time.'
"What is your unfinished tasks?" he asked and swung his legs to the side of the bed.
'The assassin is not in bodily form. Something possessed that boy in the village while I fought him.'
"You mean that he was not in his rightful mind?"
'He was, but something was overpowering his mind. It was almost like his mind was infected by someone.'
"Do you know by whom?" he asked as he changed into a clean pair of breeches and a tunic.
'No.'
Once dressed in clean clothes, Legolas quietly left the room and went in search for Lord Elrond. The halls of Imladris were quiet, void of inhabitants that were probably with their families. At intervals along the hall candles were lit to provide small dim lights to prevent the hall being shadowed in darkness. One of the attendants moved silently past him with a small dip of her head to show respect. His feet made barely a sound as he moved down the hall, moving in and out of the countless shadows. He stepped into a popular courtyard but found no one before turning to leave.
"I sense something different in you young Thranduillion."
Legolas turned quickly to look in the deepest shadows of the courtyard, straining to see the speaker. No candles were near the area and the shadows were difficult to pierce even with elf eyes.
"Show yourself speaker and say what you sense," he said as the shadows shifted.
A moment later a figure stepped out and Legolas easily recognized the loose fitting white clothing and staff.
"You startled me Mithrandir," Legolas breathed as the wizard slowly walked towards the elf.
"But not you," he said and Legolas cocked his head slightly in confusion.
"I beg your pardon?"
'He knows. He can sense my fëa in you.'
"You are correct Sydney. Your fëa is very different from Legolas'. It is almost like night and day," Gandalf said and Legolas stepped back in shock.
"You can hear her?"
"Of course, Legolas. I was the one that taught her the art of which she now employs."
'Of course you always were a little rusty from what I remember.'
Legolas flinched when the irritated look crossed the wizard's face. Even humans knew that making a wizard angry was the job for fools.
"I would be wary of what you think Sydney. I would hate for Legolas to reap the reactions of your words."
"Yes, Sydney please be silent and refrain from making random comments."
"Well spoken Legolas. Now let us search out Lord Elrond."
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Okay everyone; here is the new chapter of this story. Hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I've been working on this story for a while and put a little bit here and a little bit there and I finally wrote enough to make a new chapter so please R/R for me and I'll just love you all! Peace.
Saurowen-Well thank you so much for the compliment *brightly smiling and blushing at the same time* Here's the update.
Artemis15-The assassin was just a very minor character, no one important by any means. I am very sad to say that Sydney is dead *pausing to control emotions* but it's for the better. But she's still around, in one sense.
FiCtIoNfAn-Eh gads, that name is hard to type and be sure I get everything right. Well Sydney is still here in one sense or the other, maybe not the physical sense but still there.
Angel-gurl24-Thank you for the idea, I might just adjust it a bit and make it into an original. Very good idea and thank you very much. I love the people that review every chapter, makes me feel so good to see my inbox fill up with review alerts.
Latin2ever93-Yes, I'm sorry to confirm it but Sydney is dead, physically.
Blahblah-YES! Here is it.
Kungfu kitty-Yes evil cliffy, I know and realize that it was but hey it was a good one. I rarely give cliffies but I do know how and I do make good ones.
