i*waves* Howdy! *winces at the severe glares from readers* Yes, yes, I'm sorry that I posted Chapter 3 up so late! *laughs meekly* ^^; Thanks to all you reviewers! You are now officially my new best friends! I never imagined you would like the story so much! It was just a little sketch that I had stuck in my head when trying to sleep! Bleh. . . I'm supposed to be working on an essay for my language arts class, but here I am, typing this story. You guys owe me! *runs away and brings Legolas and Aragorn back as my bodyguards* ^_^; *As all you begin to drool, I run away* Enjoy!

(Anyone want to guess my age? Hint: I'm not 2,931 like Legolas! I know, I know, I'm a weird girl. . . but hey! There's nothing wrong with being unique!)

Well Met Indeed

+++

Chapter 4 - Frozen In A Nightmare

+++

I'm frozen in my own nightmare

My eyes don't blink, I only stare

I stare at nothing but I do not see

And I know my past is chained to me. . .

-Elfling [A/N: Based on Legolas's past]

+++

Aragorn groaned and opened his stiff eyes. A black sky greeted him and he shifted his weight from his arms to his back. His eyes widened and he let out a soft gasp as his injured shoulder erupted into another spasm of throbbing pain.

"Strider?" Aragorn turned slowly and saw Legolas watching him carefully. His usual well-combed hair was slightly ruffled and his face was smudged with dirt. The ranger found himself smiling at the Elf. "What are you smiling at?" Legolas asked. He raised an eyebrow and studied the human skeptically.

"I just didn't expect to see you dirty." Aragorn cracked another grin. Legolas scowled lightly and replied, "Well, I would be more shocked if I saw you clean." Aragorn snorted and quieted when he saw Legolas's silent warning: Cylon's men were near. The Elf shifted from his position and it was then that Aragorn saw that his friend had been bound tightly.

His own hands were free and he shot Legolas a questioning gaze. Legolas, seeing this, sighed and explained in a hushed voice, "I. . . *asked* Cylon not to bind you, for it would put you in even more pain." Aragorn crawled slowly to the Elf and sat besides his friend.

"Where are they now?" he asked. Legolas spared him a glance. "Some men went hunting. The others are by that fire." Aragorn followed Legolas's glance and saw that indeed some men were seated besides the fire. He scowled when he realized that he had not noticed this before.

"How long have you been up?" Aragorn turned his eyes back to the quiet Elf besides him. Legolas sighed and leaned back against the tree. "Not long." Aragorn studied Legolas carefully before saying softly, "Forgive me, Legolas, for my harsh words earlier. I should have trusted your judgment about Cylon."

Legolas stiffened and said softly in Elvish, "Do not apologize, Strider, for it was irrational, but bound to happen one day." The Elf fell silent, leaving Aragorn to think of his words. He sighed and said, barely above a whisper, "I have been thinking about what you said, son of Arathorn, and you are right."

The ranger glanced at the Elf in surprise but said nothing. "I was slow to accept Cylon because-" Legolas hesitated. "-because he was a man." Aragorn's look of shock melted away and he said hurriedly, "I understand, Legolas."

"No," Legolas said fiercely. He turned to the man and said more softly, "You do not understand my pain and fears and for that, I am glad." The ranger opened his mouth to speak but Legolas rushed on, "And I think I will be ready to tell you why I distrust Men so much."

"You do not need to," Aragorn protested softly. "But I will," Legolas answered. He smiled softly at the man. "I never believed that I would spill out my secrets to a ranger."

Aragorn grinned and winced at the pain in his shoulder. Legolas frowned, worried. "Strider," he started to say, concerned. Aragorn waved him off and said, his voice tight with pain, "I am fine, Legolas. Do not worry for me." Legolas's look of concern did not fade but he jested, "I fear I will never stop worrying about you, young human."

Aragorn threw him grin, but froze at the sound of approaching footsteps. The ranger felt Legolas tense besides him. A dim shadow was cast upon them. Cylon. The man gave a wicked smile and leaned forward, his breath hot on Aragorn's face. The ranger resisted the urge to move away and endured the hot breaths that stank of wine.

"You are drunk," Aragorn comment, disgusted. Cylon did not reply, but he backhanded the man aggressively. "Do not speak that way to me, foul ranger!" he hissed. His words were slurred and his thin, gaunt face red from wine and anger.

"Strider!" Legolas hissed. Aragorn heard his Legolas's warning but ignored it. "What is wrong?" the ranger taunted. "You would sink low enough to hurt a wounded ranger?" Cylon's eyes flashed dangerously, but his thin lips curved into a sadistic smile.

"Oh," he chuckled. "Do not worry about *that*, ranger." The title was meant to be a slur. "I would not sink as low as to hurt you, but the Elf is a different story." As Aragorn's eyes widened, Cylon gave another wicked grin and stepped back from the ranger. His violet eyes darted from Aragorn to Legolas.

The Elf's body was rigid, but proud. His blue eyes shone defiantly and his face was regal. Cylon turned towards the elf and cupped his face. "Never have I set my eyes upon such a fair being," he whispered, His wild eyes, glazed over.

Legolas stiffened and replied coldly, "And never will you again." Cylon's face twisted into a look of anger at the Elf's words and a blow to the head rewarded Legolas for his smart words.

Cylon raised his hand to cuff the Elf again, but Legolas was faster. The Elf delivered a kick to Cylon's chest and the man stumbled back. He fell to the ground heavily. He blinked, dazed. And when he realized what had happened, his pale face grew dark with rage.

He was up on his feet in a flash. His eyes narrowed to slits he heaved with anger. "You will pay dearly for that, you vulgar elf!" he spat. He stormed away, back to the fire. Legolas gave a satisfied snort, but did not relax from his stiff posture.

"That was not wise," Aragorn said softly, a wave of dizziness pounding at him. Legolas did not answer, but his gaze turned to the ranger. Legolas's eyes widened when he saw that Aragorn was pale and wet with sweat. Aragorn's silver eyes closed.

"Aragorn! Aragorn!" Legolas whispered urgently. "Open your eyes!" The ranger made a pathetic attempt to open his eyes, but failed. "I cannot," he muttered feebly. "I am too tired. . ."

Legolas's eyes widened in panic. He pulled at his bonds, but the ropes were strong. He could not tear his eyes away from his friend. Not even approaching footsteps caught his attention.

"Move aside." Legolas jerked his eyes away from his friend and saw Trulyn. The calm man held a bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other. Legolas studied him suspiciously, but move away from Aragorn.

Trulyn studied the arrow and a flash of teeth was all Legolas saw of his grin. The man let out a soft chuckle that rose shivers in Legolas's spine. . .that voice. . . so vaguely familiar.

"I shot that arrow," Trulyn commented. "It was indeed a perfect shot." Legolas grew angry at the man's words but stilled himself. Trulyn placed a hand on Aragorn's chest and grabbed the arrow firmly. He braced himself and pulled.

Aragorn's eyes shot open and he let out a cry of pain. Legolas closed his eyes at this heart-wrenching sound and clenched his teeth. Aragorn made no more noises but the sound of his ragged breathing.

Trulyn carefully cleaned the wound and bandaged it. He stood and wiped his hands on the cloth. He pulled out a knife and approached the Elf carelessly. He bent down and said tonelessly, "The arrow was poisoned. If you move your friend, he will die. I trust you will make the right decision and tend to the ranger." He cut Legolas's bonds free and whispered, "After all, you made the wrong one all those years ago."

Legolas froze. His blue eyes were wide and his face, blank. Trulyn smiled and walked back to the fire. Just like before, he thought to himself, amused.

Legolas watched him leave, shocked. Many years ago. . . Legolas shook himself from his memories and turned back to Aragorn. He placed a hand on the ranger's forehead and found it mildly warm. He busied himself, soothing Aragorn down with calm Elvish words, but beneath those calm words, a troubled mind would not rest.

"Legolas," Aragorn rasped. "What did he mean?" Legolas looked up, shocked. "Aragorn? You are awake?" he murmured. Aragorn ignored the Elf's questions and made an attempt to sit up. Legolas pushed him back down gently.

"What did he mean *all those years ago*?" Aragorn questioned again. His eyes were more alert and he held the Elf's gaze, concerned. Legolas felt himself pale at the one's questions. "Nothing," he answered. He swallowed hard and began checking Aragorn's wounds.

"Legolas," Aragorn said gently. "Look at me, and tell me what it is." Legolas swallowed again, but met the ranger's gaze. "It is the story that I was meaning to tell you," Legolas started, "about my past, but. . . knowing that Trulyn is aware of what happened to me. . . I do not think I wish to tell you anymore." Legolas shut his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Legolas," Aragorn said firmly. "The past is not bound to you. Let go of the memories." Legolas's eyes opened and he replied quietly, "But you see, Aragorn. . . my past is chained to me."

Aragorn frowned, worried. "Nay," he argued. "Tell me, Legolas. Tell me so I can help you." Legolas gave a slight nod and opened his mouth. . .

+++

"Pig!"

"Orc!"

"Smelly one!"

"Foolish one!"

Elrond sighed and glowered at the volume of the twins. With Estel gone, he had expected everything to be quiet and still, but obviously not. He gave up on the book he was reading and stood out on the balcony, where he had a perfect view of the twins in the balcony.

"Enough!" he commanded at them. Elladan and Elrohir froze and looked up at their father. Elrond could make out their faces and he laughed at the sight. Elladan grinned and bowed to Elrohir before shouting to Elrond, "Lord Elrond of Imladris, I hope you have enjoyed the show!"

Elrond shook his head, amused. He turned and entered his bed chamber to find an elf waiting patiently for him. "May I help you?" he asked surprised. The elf bowed and replied, "King Thranduil of Mirkwood has sent you an urgent message." Elrond nodded his thanks and took the letter. The Elf gave a final bow and departed. The Lord opened the letter.

Lord Elrond of Imladris,

Hail and well met! Indeed you would know that Mithrandir has arrived in Mirkwood, but his words do little to ease my worry. Ai! I worry for Legolas and I naught know how to ease my mind from the worry!

But the main reason I have sent this letter to you is because more and more Elves of my realm are returning from the forest, injured. Upon their skin is a burn in the shape of a ring within a ring. This is ill news. This sign has not been seen for centuries. The power of the Byrium is rising. No men have been spotted in Mirkwood's forests yet, and I cannot help but think it is not human. More messages of *The One* have arrived.

I fear there is nothing more that I can say that I am clear of. Please watch for my son and may the Valar watch over both our priceless treasures.

Until the next time we may meet,

Thranduil of Mirkwood

By the Elven-King's writing, Elrond could clearly see that his friend was in haste. He took a deep breath and sat down. He sipped some of tea, trying to calm himself. His brows furrowed. More havoc was being caused by the Byrium. Have they awakened the Badingor already? He sighed and rubbed his forehead thoughtfully.

"Lorelen!" he called sharply. The She-Elf entered his bedchamber and bowed. "Yes, my lord?" she asked respectfully. Elrond stood, robes swishing. "I will be leaving for Mirkwood with my sons and a small party." Elrond's gaze softened.

"There are ill tidings in Mirkwood that I have to attend to." Lorelen's gold eyes sparked with curiosity, but she bowed and answered, "Aye, Lord Elrond. I will alert the party and Lords Elladan and Elrohir."

"Nay," Elrond denied softly. Lorelen looked up, puzzled. "Lorelen, you have served me well," Elrond started, "And I wish for you to return home to Lothlorien for some time with your family."

Lorelen's look of happiness was priceless. Her gold eyes glimmered like never before and excited, she bowed. "My Lord!" she exclaimed. "Thank you!" She looked up and her eyes shone with unshed tears.

"If I knew it took this to make you so happy, I would have sent you home sooner." Elrond smiled. Lorelen bowed again and said, "I will alert the party before I pack, milord." Elrond nodded and smiled as the blushing maiden left the room.

He sat down and sighed. He would have to leave someone in charge, and he with Elladan and Elrohir accompanying him, his best choice was Gloriath, a dear friend of Elrond's and wise beyond his years. Elrond sighed once more and sipped his tea before viewing the blue skies of Rivendell.

+++

"Another?"

Before the whisper even left Thranduil's lips, an injured Elf was rushed into the Healer's Room. The Elven-King rubbed his tired eyes and started towards the room when a firm grip held him back.

"Thranduil," Gandalf said gently, "You have not slept or eaten for days. You cannot go on like this." Thranduil sighed and blinked slowly. "Aye Mithrandir, but my people need me and I fear I cannot eat or sleep until I know all is right again."

Thranduil gave the wizard a soft smile, similar to Legolas's. Gandalf released the Elf's shoulders and said, "Rest if you have the chance. You look exhausted!" Thranduil gave a tired laugh. He glanced down at the robes he had worn many days in a row.

"I presume my hair is not better off?" Thranduil raised an elegant eyebrow and tucked a stray strand of silvery blond hair behind his ear. Gandalf chuckled and replied, "Nay! I fear not." Thranduil made a face and started for the room again.

As he reached for the door knob, he turned to the Istar and said softly, "My thanks, Mithrandir." He flashed the wizard another smile before entering the room. The wizard sighed and hobbled out to the Gates of Mirkwood. "Are there any out there?" He barked. The guard looked down, startled at being addressed do harshly.

"Nay," he answered. He sent a questioning glance towards the wizard. "Then seal the Gates," Gandalf commanded. The guards exchanged uneasy looks. "But the King - "

"Nevermind that," Gandalf said shortly. His patience was wearing thin. "Seal the Gates unless you want more innocents injured!" The guard nodded and shouted an order in elvish to the others.

Satisfied, Gandalf made his way to Thranduil again. When he entered the Healer's Room, he found Thranduil and the healers tending to the wounded. "How do things go?" he asked.

Thranduil looked up and smiled grimly. "Not well," he answered. "If this continues, Mirkwood will not last." Thranduil gave a sad sigh and joined Gandalf outside.

"I have sealed the Gates," Gandalf said. He turned to Thranduil and said seriously, "Thranduil. We *must* stop this." Thranduil sighed. "How can I protect my people if we cannot see our enemy?" Thranduil asked desperately. Gandalf gave the Elf a sympathetic glance, but did not answer.

"Perhaps the same goes on in Lothlorien as well," he finally said. Thranduil gave a hollow laugh. "Your words do little to comfort my worries. If this occurs to the golden forests of Celeborn and Galadriel, they will have the same problem as us."

Gandalf nodded and the two watched the stars wearily together. "I fear I must return and tend to the wounded," Thranduil said almost sorrowfully. Gandalf faced the king and said sternly, "Nay, you must rest."

Thranduil shook his head before saying firmly, "We have been over this before. These are my people and I must tend to them." Gandalf blocked the Elven-king's path. He shook his head and retorted, "You are *ill*, Thranduil. You *must* rest."

"Nonsense!" Thranduil said impatiently. He passed Mithrandir and jested lightly, "Elves are not immune to sickness." He smiled and disappeared into his own halls, leaving the wizard worrying for the king's health.

The next morning, Gandalf found himself at the Gate of Mirkwood. The Gates were still sealed but suddenly a guard shouted, "A party from Imladris! Open the Gates!" The silver Gates opened silently and a small party led by Elrond entered.

"Mithrandir!" Elrohir cried. He leapt down from his steed and rushed to the wizard. "I did not know you were here!" Gandalf smiled and said merrily, "Nor did I know you would be coming."

"Aye," Elrond answered. The party slid off their horses and the silver Gates slid shut again. "Why are the Gates so closely watched?" A dark look crossed Gandalf's face for the briefest moment.

"I will speak to you about that later," he said. "Come, come!" The party handed their steeds to the Mirkwood Elves who led them to the stables. When their arrived at the doors of the castle, they found Thranduil pacing nearby.

His green eyes lighted up when he spotted Elrond and the twins. "Ai!" he cried happily. "Elrond of Rivendell! What brings you and your sons here?" Elrond was genuinely surprised at the Elvenking's appearance, but made no comment.

"Nothing at all," Elrond answered. Elladan and Elrohir bowed deeply, as did the other members of the party. "Come," Thranduil said brightly, but his mask did not hide the weariness in his eyes nor the slight tremor in his voice.

He led them into the dining area. "Sit," he gestured. Obediently, all sat, but Thranduil himself. "Are you not going to join us, my friend?" Elrond asked, brows furrowing. Thranduil gave a tired smile.

"Forgive me," he apologized, "but I fear I have duties to attend to." He gave them a slight smile before departing. "Excuse me as well," Elrond said politely. He followed Thranduil out to the hall.

"Thranduil!" he called. The king turned his eyes wide with surprise. "Why are you not dining?" he asked, concerned. Elrond placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and replied firmly, "I wish to dine with Mirkwood's king." Thranduil gave a weary laugh and shook his head.

"I fear I cannot," he refused again. "I have duties-"

"To attend to," Elrond finished impatiently. "What are these duties?" A dark look crossed Thranduil's face. He shook his face and replied grimly, "I must tend to the wounded."

"Wounded?" Elrond asked. Thranduil nodded. "More Elves have been wounded. That is why I have had the Gates sealed." Elrond nodded, but pressured, "When was the last time you have eaten or slept?"

"That is not important," Thranduil said hastily. He began to move when Elrond held him firmly in place, his hands on Thranduil's shoulders. "It *is* important, nin-mellon," he said sternly. Thranduil sighed.

"I have not eaten or slept properly for several weeks now," Thranduil admitted. He leaned heavily against the wall, face, pale. "Thranduil!" Elrond called, worried. The Elvenking opened his green eyes and smiled slightly.

"It is nothing, friend. Just a minor headache is all." He waved Elrond off, but Elrond would not release his grip from his friend. "Release me," Thranduil snapped, irritated. "No," Elrond answered. He knelt down by the king and said softly, "You are my friend. I care for you."

Thranduil sighed and smiled. "You are right, Elrond, as always. Forgive me." Elrond smiled. "There is nothing to forgive, just return with me to dine." Thranduil cracked a small grin and stood, too fast.

The world spun before the king of Mirkwood and a roaring sound was all he heard before his knees buckled and he fell unconscious. Elrond, surprised, eased the unconscious Elf down as best as he could before racing to the dining hall.

"Gandalf!" he called to the wizard. Gandalf looked up from his tale he was telling and got to his feet at Elrond's grim face. "What is it?" he asked, as he hurried after the Elf.

"Thranduil had collapsed," Elrond explained. Elrohir and Elladan rushed after their father, after excusing themselves. They followed Elrond until they came upon Thranduil who was resting where Elrond had left him. A thin layer of sweat covered his brow, and his breathing was ragged. Elrond leaned down and scooped the Elf-Lord into his arms, finding himself surprised at the lightness of the body.

"Father, should I carry King Thranduil?" Elladan asked, worried. Elrond shook his head as he hurried to the Healer's Room. "He is not heavy at all." Elladan and Elrohir exchanged worried glances. Gandalf said nothing and remained, grim.

When the group entered the Healer's room, they found it full of beds, each of them taken by an injured elf. Thranduil gave quiet groan, drawing the eyes of the healers.

"Bring the herbs and bandages to your king's bedroom," Elrond ordered. A healer nodded and busied herself gathering herbs. Elrond turned to Gandalf and questioned, "Where is Thranduil's bed chambers?"

Gandalf glanced at the room again, concerned, but replied, "Follow me." Elrohir could do nothing but stare at the injured elves and the busy healers. What was happening in Mirkwood?

Elrond looked over his shoulder and called to the twins, "Stay and aid the healers." Elladan and Elrohir nodded and entered the room, closing the door quietly. Elrond came to a stop in front of a beautifully crafted door; upon it was the emblem of Mirkwood.

Gandalf opened the door and revealed a richly furnished room. The large balcony was open and a soft breeze drifted in. Elrond laid Thranduil onto the bed carefully. By this time, the Elf's dark lashes began to flutter against his pale skin. He let out a soft groan and his emerald eyes opened.

As he tried to sit up, Elrond pushed him back down gently. He placed a cool hand on Thranduil's head and was found it feverish. "Rest Thranduil," he soothed. "Elrond?" Thranduil muttered. "What is the meaning of this?" He struggled to sit up. "I need to go to the Healer's Room." A quiet nod came at the door. Gandalf opened it to find the young healer with the herbs. "Thank you," he replied. The Elf nodded before departing.

"Sh," Elrond said softly. He wet a cloth that was brought and placed it on Thranduil's forehead. "My sons are helping the healers." Thranduil settled back and he seemed more awake. He noticed Gandalf standing at the balcony and mumbled, "Elrond, why is it that you always drag people into my business?"

Elrond chuckled. "Whatever do you mean?"

+++

*Many years ago. . .*

"Resulon!"

Legolas stared wide-eyed as a dagger pierced his friend's side. The impact forced the Elf to stumble back and fall. Legolas dropped his bow and ran to his Resulon's side.

"Resulon!" Legolas cried. He fell to his knees and sank into the mud. Rain dropped steadily from the dark sky, mixing with tears and blood. Resulon opened his deep navy eyes.

"Legolas," he breathed. "Protect yourself! Flee!" he winced at the pain. "I am fine," he insisted, sitting up. The men were nearing now. "It is just my side." Legolas glanced behind him, at the sound of approaching men. He turned back to his friend.

"Remove the dagger," Resulon muttered, struggling to sit up. Legolas bit his lip but did as he was told. He gripped the dagger firmly and placed the other hand upon his friend's side. "Hurry!" Resulon urged through gritted teeth. Legolas swallowed and jerked the dagger free.

Resulon gave a muffle cry and took deep ragged breaths. Legolas studied the dagger tip and threw it to the side, disgusted. Poison.

He tore a strip from his cloak and carefully bound Resulon's side hastily. He helped the Elf up and ran, aiding his stumbling friend the best he could. They ran, but the noises of men drew nearer. Resulon gasped, "Run on, Legolas!" But the prince's grip on his friend became tighter.

"Nay," he said back fiercely. He paused briefly and studied the woods of the Blue Moutains**. These woods were unfamiliar and Legolas did not know what to do. Finally and quickly he shouted, "Into the trees!" Resulon grunted but climbed into the tree, anything but gracefully.

In the boughs of the trees, Legolas and Resulon waited in the dark. The sound of men and horses approached them. "Be quiet, fools!" a voice snapped harshly.

"But Trulyn," a man protested. "They are not here." The man who Legolas suspected was Trulyn turned and glared at the man, instantly quieting his pestering questions.

The rain fell and the horses stirred. A soft wind whistled in the trees and all was still. Suddenly Trulyn's grin could be caught in the moonlight. "The trees," he whispered. He gave a laugh and said, "I have never hunted an Elf before for a bounty. This is quite. . .entertaining."

Resulon stiffened besides Legolas. A bounty hunter, Legolas thought grimly. So that is why they have been after us. Trulyn studied the trees and called out, "You have made a foolish choice, Elf. Your friend was wounded by my dagger. Now, he will die of poison."

Trulyn climbed back onto his horse and added, "I will be back to search for the body of your dead comrade. I will be paid handsomely even for a dead elf." Legolas closed his eyes and resisted the urge to shout. As the men disappeared, Legolas eased Resulon out of the tree.

His friend was taking ragged breaths and his eyes were closed. "Return to the light, Resulon!" Legolas pleaded in Sindarin. "Please! Do not leave me!" Resulon opened his dark eyes, which contrasted with his pale skin.

"Legolas," he whispered. "Leave me and go. Return to Mirkwood and tell my family how I fell." His eyes closed away. "No!" Legolas whispered fiercely. Hot tears sprung to his eyes. "You did not fall! It is not your time, my friend." His voice faded as he buried his head in Resulon's still chest.

"Resulon. . ." Legolas cried. Tears fell from his eyes and mixed with the rain. Somewhere, a lone hawk gave a final screeched and all was still. Legolas wept bitterly and finally when he was exhausted, he looked up and he stared down at the lifeless body of Resulon. He jumped up and backed away from his dead friend. His eyes were wide from aftershock.

"No, no, no, no!" Legolas screamed. He turned and fled, tears falling. . . forever falling.

+++

*Present Time. . .*

Aragorn's mouth dropped open, shocked. "Legolas," he whispered. "I had no idea." Legolas turned to him, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "He died in my arms, Aragorn. I do not want to do through anything like that again. . ."

Legolas pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head in his arms. "Legolas," Aragorn whispered again. He slowly inched his way over to the prince and pulled him into a hug. "I am so sorry."

"No," Legolas finally whispered. "You have nothing to apologize for." Legolas faced him, his face dry and the traces of tears, gone. "I have never hated men," Legolas admitted quietly. "But I have not *trusted* them either." Aragorn nodded and gave Legolas a weak smile.

"It must have been horrible for you," he murmured. Legolas gave a stiff nod. "This was partly why my mother left for the Undying Lands," Legolas commented softly. Aragorn stared at Legolas. "Your mother left for the Grey Havens because of. . .this?" Legolas did not answer for a moment.

"Resulon was my brother. . ."

+++

** Blue Moutains is a actual place in Middle Earth (Who would've known? ^__^)

[A/N:] *runs away and hides behind a elf bodyguard I purchased* Two cliffies in a row! *meek grin* But hey, I was doing this during my precious homework time! There *had* to be a catch! *evil smile* Anyway, except for the cliffie, I think it was too short. . .hehe! I just thought this would be a good place to end it for now! ^__^; Am I evil or what?

Well, anyway, *bats eyelashes innocently* I want to see how many 'Favorites' List I make. *drools* Wow. . .if I ever get as popular as Cassia, I *must* have character death! It adds more. . ."spice" to the story.

Okay, here's the deal:

-Add me to your 'Favorites' List *evil grin*

-Go read Chloe's 'Iston, I know' and 'Erifer, Only Mortal' (major character death there)

-Review, review, review!

These will "magically" make my chapters come up faster. *cheesy grin* Hehe. . .*nervously laughter* Anyway, more clues for my age:

-Even number (*big* hint there. . .)

-Younger than 20, older than 10

Love you all! *blows kisses* [end]