Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters I use in this story. This fanfiction was written for pure fun and no money was/is made with it.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: A simple hunting trip turns into a disaster as Elladan and Elrohir are attacked by orcs. With Elrohir being seriously hurt, their only chance lies now in the hands of Aragorn and Legolas....but will they meet in time? Main Characters: Elladan, Elrohir, Aragorn, and Legolas.
E-mail: kaeera@yahoo.de
Feedback: Always appreciated, and constructive criticism is very welcome.
Notes: I know. I'm late. And you're probably all ready to kill me now....I could list now the excuses of my delay, the fact that my life became so busy that I didn't even get sleep, but I guess nobody of you is really interested, so I just leave you to the chapter. Which I don't like at all, but it's better than letting you wait even more. Replies to the reviews are, like always, below. Thanks for your encouragement, guys, I really appreciated it, and it *did* help to write faster.
I have to thank Dragon for beta-ing this chapter so fast. Without her help, it would have taken even longer! Thank you!
The songlyrics are from the song 'Two Worlds' by Phil Collins. Enjoy!
by Kaeera
Chapter Four: Conversations and Memories
Voices haunting me, Voices entering my dreams
I'm engulfed in the darkness
Like a blanket covering my body
And it will never stop
I listen to your cries, I listen to your pleas
But I can't reply
somehow
can't reply //
Couldn't they be silent? After all, he wanted to sleep, and he just knew that it would not be comfortable to wake up. Honestly, was it so terrible if he slept? He certainly didn't disturb anyone, and as far as he knew, he didn't snore.
His thoughts didn't make much sense, the elf numbly realized, and wondered briefly why it was like that. But his attention had already slipped away, and he found himself once again concentrating on the penetrating voices around him.
"Elrohir, open you eyes *now*! Please!"
Strange, how worried his twin sounded. Was there a reason for that? Maybe he was hurt…that concerned Elrohir, and he sadly realised that there was obviously no other choice than to wake up. But if there wasn't any good reason for his brother to pull him out of this comfortable sleep, he would have to face the consequences, that was certain!
Elrohir winced slightly as he opened his eyes to mere slits, letting the dim light pierce through. Even the soft greyness hurt immensely and increased the hammering pain in his head. He desperately wished to return to the welcoming darkness, but the voices wouldn't let him. Dimly the elf felt the presence of somebody bowed over him, but his eyesight was still too blurry to recognize anything. Carefully he opened his eyes a bit further and waited for his pupils to adjust to the light. Then he noticed that he was lying on the ground, and that it wasn't snowing anymore. Instead having the grey sky over him, he stared at a stone wall above his head, and at the worried face of his brother.
The younger twin blinked once again as Elladan's face shifted into focus. So typical of Elladan, to disturb him when he wanted to rest – he'd better had a good reason for this!
"Elrohir?" his twin asked, noticing that the other elf had opened his eyes. "How are you feeling?
His brother merely blinked at him, not replying at first.
"My head hurts," he finally said and shifted his gaze, only to see Aragorn kneeling by his side, Legolas not far behind. Elrohir frowned; as far as he remembered, the ranger and his friend were still in Mirkwood, what were they doing here? Elladan and he had been hunting alone and…and he couldn't remember what had happened after that. Confusion swept over him, as he tried to recall the last memories. They had been in the forest, it had started to snow, and then?
How had he come to this cave? And why was his head hurting?
Hurting…exactly. He lifted his hand to his forehead, but Elladan caught it before he could touch the bandage which was wrapped around his head. "Easy there, you have taken quite a blow." The elf said quietly, relief shining in his eyes that his brother was finally among the living again.
"I have?" Elrohir's voice was dry and he narrowed his eyes trying to recall what had happened. Once again he failed and received only blurry pictures. He moved his eyes to Aragorn, who was smiling at him. "What are you doing here?"
"Rescuing you," the human replied, smiling even broader, although there was the same worry evident in his eyes as was in Elladan's. "For once it's not me who's hurt…"
Elrohir tried to smile at this, but it just ended in a painful grimace and he closed his eyes, inhaling sharply. It was very difficult to concentrate, for his mind seemed to be unable to work normally. Annoyed by his current state of helplessness, the younger twin tried to get up from the ground.
It went well at first, but then such immense dizziness came over him that the room seemed to spin and just wouldn't stop. He slumped forward as the pain washed over him and would have fallen to the ground if his brother hadn't caught him in time.
"Don't move, you stupid elf," Elladan scolded, his voice concerned. "This blow was too much even for your thick skull, and you will need rest for quite a few days."
Elrohir tried to control the pain, his face pressed against his brother's shoulders. It was easier to bear when there was no light shining into his eyes. "What happened?" he mumbled softly, distressed by the fact that he couldn't remember.
"You don't remember?" came Aragorn's voice from somewhere behind him.
"Obviously not, or I wouldn't ask." Each word seemed to take up an enormous amount of energy and he already felt tired, wishing to be able to fall asleep again.
There was a short moment of silence and he felt how the others exchanged glances over his head, but was too exhausted to do or say anything.
"We were attacked by orcs." Elladan finally started to explain. "And you got struck on your head. Because of the snow storm I had to get you away and carried you to this cave."
"And we found your trail on our way back from Mirkwood and followed your brother to this place." Legolas added. "We would have brought you to Imladris immediately, but it is still snowing." He looked out of the entrance of the cave, glancing at the whirling snow. They could clearly hear the howling of the wind, although it was somewhat muffled.
"Lucky me," Elrohir muttered under his breath, on the verge of falling asleep again. But the arms of his twin shook him awake.
"You can't sleep, 'Ro," came the soft voice. "You know as much about head wounds as I do, and if you fall asleep, you could lapse into a coma. I don't want that to happen!"
Elrohir grumbled slightly, but knew deep inside that his brother was right. How often had they sat in endless lessons with their father, learning how to treat various injuries? But it was a totally different situation if one forced another elf to stay awake – or if it happened to oneself. The intelligent part of his brain told him that he had to stay awake, but the lazy part wanted to sleep, and it was very hard not to follow this overwhelming urge.
Gently hands raised him into a sitting position, and cracked his eyes open once again, although it took nearly too much effort.
The worried faces leaned over him, and he found this situation slightly odd. Elrohir hated it when people became worried about him, especially Elladan, and it made him feel bad. Although he would rather be hurt himself than see another person hurt; he had experienced this pain quite often during the last years he had spent with Aragorn, and later, Legolas. The duo had a tendency to get hurt, and usually it was the twin's job to worry and fret.
'I hate being weak,' he inwardly complained. 'You can't do anything and everything is hovering over you. It's such a helpless feeling! I should tell them that I'm all right, so that they don't need to worry, but somehow I'm lacking strength for that….and damn, why can't I concentrate? My thoughts can't seem to find focus…'
"We won't let you fall asleep," Aragorn promised. "We will you annoy that much that you simply cannot sleep!"
Elrohir glared at his foster brother, his mind too foggy to make up a coherent response, but the ranger understood the meaning nonetheless and chuckled. "You don't need to thank me," he said lightly, barely hiding his grin.
Elrohir grinned himself, despite his headache and the exhaustion in his limbs. He just had to wait until his brothers and Legolas declared it safe for him to sleep.
(A/N: backwards in time – this starts at the same point of time as the first part started, but is now told out of Elladan's POV. Hope it isn't confusing!)
Elladan inwardly sighed in relief as his brother finally opened his eyes - groggy at first, but then coming to full awareness. At least he hadn't lapsed into a coma. But he couldn't help but worry as he observed the expression of exhaustion and the lines of pain etched in the normally so cheerful features. Even as Elrohir started to talk, obviously aware of his surroundings, this didn't calm him down, for his twin didn't seem to remember what had happened. And that was never a good sign.
He was caught off guard by his stubborn brother who had suddenly got the idea of getting up – failing miserably, for he immediately fell forward. Elladan leapt forward, only barely catching the younger elf in time. His worry increased as he observed the difficulty Elrohir had controlling his body. That wasn't normal. It shouldn't happen. No, it definitely shouldn't. This head wound wasn't to be taken lightly.
"Don't move, you stupid elf," Elladan said, anger evident in his voice. "This blow was too much even for your thick skull, and you will need rest for quite some days."
Elladan could feel how his twin pressed his face against the shoulder, a sign that he was in a great deal of pain. The older elf felt utterly helpless; seeing others hurt was terrible, but it was always the most terrible when it was his twin. The fear of losing him never left his heart until Elrohir was fully healed, and he knew that the other felt the same. They were brothers, best friends, they belonged together, and if one got lost….the other one would be destroyed as well.
He gnawed on his lower lip, exchanging worried glances with Aragorn and Legolas and then looking out of the cave. If just this snow storm stopped, then they could take Aragorn and Legolas' horses and gallop back to Imladris. But then again, Elladan had no idea if it was good to move his brother if he couldn't even get up.
"What happened?" came the soft, pain-filled voice of his twin. Elladan looked at Legolas with a hint of despair on his face– they both knew that losing your memory was not good news, and they could just hope that it was only temporary. He carefully started to explain what had happened, but wasn't so sure if everything went through the thick skull of his brother.
But he seemed to be able to hold a fairly normal conversation, and that alone made Elladan feel slightly better. It couldn't be that bad if Elrohir was able to grin, could it?
Elladan smiled slightly as Aragorn and Legolas joked around with his twin, trying to lighten the mood and make it easier for him to bear the pain. He himself couldn't join their banter; he was still too shaken from the previous experience, the shock sinking in, now that they were relatively safe.
As far as his life went, he could only recall few times when he had been separated from his brother for more than a few months, and those times had been…terrible. They had been inseparable in their childhood – most of the time. Of course they would fight, fight even a lot, but after their father had separated them after an extremely violent fight, they had realised that life without their counterpart was quite boring.
The ghost of a smile appeared on his face as he remembered that horrible summer, back then when they had been both ten years old. His brother had been forced to stay in Lothlorien, while Elladan had to stay at Imladris for two months. The first days had been quite exciting, but then everything had become dull and Elladan had started missing his brother at night.
He was startled out of his reverie by Legolas, who suddenly stood up and walked to the cave entrance, regarding the snowstorm. The white material was nearly blowing vertically now, making it impossible to recognise anything outside. Aragorn flashed a quick smile to Elladan and followed his friend, leaving him and Elrohir alone for a few minutes.
His twin looked it him out of glazed eyes and tried to smile. "Sorry for worrying you," he said, his voice cracking slightly.
Elladan just shook his head. "I should have gotten used to it by now. With you and Estel around, I never seem to find peace."
"That's because you always fret about everyone! You worry too much, brother."
Elladan sent him a dark glance. "As if you would be any better…" he muttered under his breath.
"Nah, you're worse," Elrohir tried to grin, but ended only wincing in pain. The little colour he had left drained from his face, making it even whiter than before, if that was possible.
"How are you feeling?" his older twin asked concerned, adding immediately: "And don't say 'I'm fine', because I can see that you aren't. I would like to hear the truth!"
"You know me too well." Elrohir replied, closing his eyes. "Right now I'm having the worst headache I can remember, and it's difficult to concentrate."
"Are you dizzy? Disorientated?"
"I'm dizzy when I move, but it's okay when I lie still. I just feel very tired and, well, slow…it's hard to think clearly." He opened his eyes. "Do not worry so much, brother, it's only a concussion and it will be fine when I rest."
Elladan chose not to answer to that – he knew that his brother felt far worse than he let on – but was partially relieved that Elrohir seemed to be in his senses and wasn't hallucinating or something else. He glanced out of the cave entrance at the snow storm and just wished it to be over, so that they could return home, where their father would be able to help them.
Aragorn leaned against the wall beside Legolas, leaving his brothers some time to talk. The ranger felt cold, and the fact that his clothes were wet from the snow didn't improve his mood any. He stared down on his cold fingers, moving them numbly. His gloves were so wet that they were nearly frozen, so he chose to pull them off – and saw that his fingers were now numb and nearly blue. Once again he looked jealously at the elves; they were never bothered by things that pained men.
"Are you cold?" Legolas seemed to have noticed the shudder running down his friend's spine.
Aragorn sent him a wry grin. "Well, what do you think? My clothes are soaked, it's freezing out there and I'm a human."
The elf smiled slightly himself. "I guess that was a 'yes' then." His face serious once again, he let his eyes travel over the body of his friend. "I hope that you won't fall ill in this weather."
"I hope so, too." The ranger replied, "But one can never know. However, I'm not that cold. I guess I won't escape a cold, but that's alright, the circumstances considered."
"You said that the last time, too." Was the dry reply, as Legolas hinted one of their adventures when Aragorn had caught pneumonia in the rain, insisting that it was merely a cold. The human had nearly died back then, and the Prince of Mirkwood would never forget the experience.
Aragorn rolled his eyes. "Honestly, you will hold that against me forever, will you?" he said good-naturedly.
"Of course!"
"I figured that much," chuckled the ranger and sent a glance back to the twins. They seemed to be engaged in a deep conversation. He pried his eyes away and looked out of the entrance at the snowstorm. "You know, when I was a child I always envied them because of their ability to go out in the snow and not freeze."
"And knowing them both, they probably made fun of you because of that." Legolas raised an eyebrow.
"Well, yes – sometimes." Aragorn smiled. "But most of the time they were very careful, for they feared that I would become sick. I didn't understand it and I was angry with them." His thoughts trailed back to this particular day when he had noticed for the first time in life how different he and his foster brothers were…
"'Ro, let's build another one. Please!" the small child hopped around the snow figure they had built, looking eagerly at the tall elf beside him.
Elrohir juts laughed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Estel, we have to go inside – you are already wet and I'm pretty sure that you are freezing."
Aragorn pouted, denying the fact that indeed his toes and fingers were extremely cold and numb. "I don't want to! You and 'Dan, you can stay outside all the time. Why do I have to go inside? I want to play in the snow!"
Elladan joined the two. "Because you will get sick if you stay outside for too long, and we don't want that to happen."
Estel mumbled something under his breath, but followed the twins inside. They seven-year-old didn't understand many of the things which were going on, but the fact that there was quite some difference between him and all the other elves at Imladris was already painfully present in his heart.
It was true, he was cold and his fingers felt numb, but still….it didn't snow that often here in Rivendell and it was far too much fun to be outside with the twins to bother with something as unimportant as cold fingers.
"You never get sick," he mumbled under his breath, not intending for his brother's to hear it, but he had once again underestimated the keen elven ears. "It's unfair!"
"Well…." Elladan didn't know what to say.
The small human looked at him with dark, furious eyes. "Why do I get sick and you not? Why do you have pointy ears and I not? And why can you hear everything I say, but I cannot hear your words as soon as you are away?"
Elrohir sighed and kneeled down in front of the child. "We already told you, Estel. You are a human, and we are elves. We are different, but that doesn't change the fact that we love you and that you are our brother."
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see//
Aragorn looked away, his long, wet bangs falling into his face. It was true, he already knew it, but it didn't hurt less. He wanted to be able to play like the other children. The fact that he dearly loved snow made it even worse.
"Whatever." He muttered finally, refusing to being comforted by his brothers and turned around to walk alone to his rooms. Elladan and Elrohir, both knowing better than to disturb Estel when he was brooding, silently looked at each other and followed him quietly.
"Don't forget to change your clothes!" Elladan shouted after the tiny boy, who was leaving a wet trail on the floor.
Lift high the load
Take strength from those that need you
Build high the walls
Build strong the beams
A new life is waiting//
He chose not to answer and walked silently to his room. "I'm old enough to be out by myself," he muttered half-heartedly, his anger already disappearing as he felt the cold and the weariness creep up his spine. Aragorn stared hard at the floor and therefore didn't notice the other person standing in the corridor until he nearly bumped into the elf. Startled, the boy looked up – directly into the grey, warm eyes of his foster father, Lord Elrond.
The tall elf stopped the conversation he was having with one of his counsellors and sent the human child a warm smile. "Did you have fun out there in the snow, Estel?"
"Yes," he always found it difficult to stay angry in front of Elrond, for he immediately felt childish.
"But you are wet – you should better change your clothes before you fall ill."
He sighed. "Yes, Ada. I was just heading to my rooms."
Elrond frowned slightly. Something was bothering his youngest, and he didn't know what. "That's good," he said finally, ruffling through the dark hair of the young boy. "After it, you can come to my study, and I will make you a hot chocolate. How does that sound?"
Aragorn's face immediately lit up at this idea. "It sounds great!" he chirped eagerly, his disappointment already disappearing.
Elrond chuckled. "Well, then hurry, my son."
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see//
Aragorn's grin widened as he remembered the many times his family had shown him that they were indeed a real family.
"When they were not worried, they tried to get me to help them with their stupid pranks. They had the intention of making me into as big as a trouble-maker as they were."
Legolas chuckled slightly at the mental image of Aragorn as a child and the twins trying to get him to play stupid pranks. "Well, they succeeded."
"Nah." Aragorn grinned. "I still can't match their evil minds." His gaze trailed back to the two elves in the cave and the mirth disappeared from his features. "They were always there for me," he whispered softly. "I couldn't bear to lose one of them."
Legolas' eyes softened at this. "You won't lose them." He promised. "They are far too stubborn to die."
Elrohir leaned back and closed his eyes. His mind was already protesting against the effort of talking and staying awake and desperately tried to shut down, but he wouldn't allow it - didn't want to allow it. Although it was becoming increasingly difficult with the lingering headache and the ache behind his eyes.
He nearly didn't hear the footsteps of Aragorn and Legolas, who returned into the cave and sat down on the ground, and the howling of the wind had merged into a numb sound in his ears.
'I never assumed that a headache could be that bad', the elf thought wryly, resisting the urge to grab his forehead. 'Even after having drunk too much wine on Midwinter's Eve, it wasn't that bad.' He smiled inwardly as he remembered that particular morning after this feast, when he and his brother had been merely twenty years old. They had enjoyed much of the alcoholic drinks, happy with the fact that their father was too busy to notice, and they had regretted it bitterly the morning after. Although it was many hundreds of years ago, Elrohir could still remember how sick he had felt.
Right now he experienced a similar feeling, although no drop of wine had touched his lips. Every noise seemed to be twice as loud, and even the soft talking of his brothers and Legolas sent pain through his forehead. The elf blinked, suppressing a sigh and leaning his head against the cold stone wall.
'Just close my eyes and rest a bit….only some minutes, not more. Closing the eyes, so that the light won't hurt….'
A wave of panic shot through him as he realised that he had nearly fallen asleep – again! The world had shifted out of focus and he…Elrohir shook his head, wincing as even this slight movement brought more pain. He couldn't sleep, wouldn't sleep, for he had promised it. And of course he didn't want to fall into a coma either. Although right it didn't seem like a bad choice – at least he wouldn't have to feel pain then.
But no! He couldn't think like that. Duh, he wasn't making any sense. He fixed his gaze on the faces of his brothers and Legolas, noticing their worried features. Once more he didn't understand why they were that concerned. It was just a head wound, after all. Nothing serious. Nothing he wouldn't survive.
But what Elrohir didn't know, was the sound the others had heard over the noise of the storm, able to concentrate harder than the injured elf. And if he had been more aware of his surroundings, he would have noticed their worried glances, as another howl echoed through the storm - and this time it wasn't because of the wind.
To be continued....
Kia - Noch ein Elrohir Fan! Und sogar ein deutscher! Jawohl! Das ist mal eine erfrischende Abwechslung zwischen den ganzen Legolas Fans, nicht wahr? *g* Ja, auch ich liebe diesen 'Ich-mach-mir-große-Sorgen', das ist ja der einzige Grund, warum ich meinen lieben Elrohir so durch die Mangel drehe, hohoho. Elrond wird, denke ich, schon noch eine Rolle spielen, aber das kann er ja momentan schlecht, da er in Bruchtal sitzt und seine Söhne irgendwo inner Wildnis feststecken^^ Aber ich werde mir schon etwas einfallen lassen - wenn ich aus meinem momentanen Tief rauskomme....
Nili - Höhö, Elladan ist dem Wahnsinn verfallen, die Idee gefällt mir^^ Naja, das mit dem ganz schnell gesund werden, da bin ich mir noch nicht so sicher....ich kenne meine teuflischen Finger und weiß, dass sie grundsätzlich nie das tippen, was ich will! *zu Elrond's Kettensäge schiel* Oje...
Kaeera: *flüster* Musstest du ihn unbedingt herbringen? Jetzt verfolgt er
mich!
Nili: *mit den Schultern zuck* So sind die Elben halt....hast du nicht den
Katalog der Regeln für Fanfiction Autoren gelesen?
Kaeera: Katalog??? Was fürn Katalog?
Nili: Na, den, den jeder ausgehändigt bekommt...öh...hab ich jedenfalls mal
irgendwo gelesen.
*dickes Buch fällt aus dem Nichts auf beide, gefolgt von einem zappelnden Elrond
mit einer Axt in der Hand*
Elrond: Genau dieser Katalog mit genau diesen Regeln!!! Hier steht's: 'Elben
reagieren sehr gereizt, wenn man Verwandet oder freunde von ihnen verletzt
und/oder beschädigt. Fanfiction Autoren sollten sich in Acht nehmen und nur eine
derartige Geschichte schreiben, wenn sie entsprechende Sicherheitsvorkehrungen
getroffen haben!'
Kaeera: Oh-Oh.
Nili: Oh-Oh.
*kurzer Moment des Schweigens*
Kaeera + Nili: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! *wegrenn*
Tja, so ist das halt...Ich glaube, ich verziehe mich jetzt lieber in meinen Bunker....
ThE iNsAnE oNe - I must admit, I pouted for quite some because you
didn't write a review....only kidding! Hehe, well, I know how that is, I myself
forget to review quite often, mainly because I don't have the time to read
anymore over the last days (and that's scary - when I don't have the time to
read my favourite fanfictions, my life must be VERY busy....). But...kind side?
Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have a kind side!
*evil cackle*
Legolas: *coughs* We already knew that.
Aragorn: *nods*
Kaeera: *beams* Thanks for the praise!
Elladan: *whispers* And she's actually proud of it. That's frightening...
reginabean - I know that problem, too - I always fall for the stories with cliffhangers myself. *shakes head* Funny, it was the same with me...I mean, at first I liked Frodo, then Legolas, then Aragorn and in the end I landed at the twins. They are my fave characters now, beside Merry and Pippin. (Pippin was my most favourit chara when I first read the book, I would never abandon him *snickers*)
Lisseyelen aka Lady V - TORTURE THE TWINS! *lol* I like that. Let's make banners and go on the streets! *chuckles* But...snow days and boring? Nah...I usually never can the find to write/read when we have snow here, because I'm either skiing, sleigh riding, or running around in the snow. I LOVE snow!
Erothwen - Of course Elrohir is mine...hehe, I have claimed the right on him. But maybe I will share him with you....for a cookie? *laughs* Hmm...Elrohir will get well...occassionally...sometimes...in the future...errr...*tries to sneak away*
Firnsarnien - Here you finally have it, you impatient little fellow! After sending me death mails and prodding me constantly...by the way, thanks for that, it got my lazy fingers typing! Well, your Balrog didn't really inspire me to write faster....*looks around as she hears evil growl behind her* *gulps* Uhm...may I remind me that you still need me to finish this story? I won't be able to write when I'm in the stomach of some beasts....But that wasn't a bad cliffhanger, was it? I mean....it's not that mean. Or at least I think so. I really tried! *sniff* *sniff* Oh...I must run away from your balrog, excuse me....*runs away crying, followed by an angry Balrog*Jay of Lasgalen - Yesssss....me likesssss torturing prisssssy elvesssss....*coughs* Well, Elrohir is at least awake now, but I have more in store for our four favourite heroes...*chuckles* About the updates...well...I'm sorry to say that they will probably take longer *shrugs apoletically* I'm very busy at the moment!
Celestra - Ah well, there is nothing in the cave, but it seems that there are quite some problems on the outside....*g*
Emma - Student nurse? Wow....it must be a hard job. You better shouldn't tell anyone that you like reading angsty stories...then they would probably fire you^^. Yes...I adore Elrohir - which is quite good, because then I don't belong to the mainstream, although the amount of twin lovers is increasing. We are taking over the fandom! Okay, not really....but one can dream^^
Ciria - *lol* I definitely think that the twins have had more accidents than Estel. After all, they are much older and they just seek trouble (Aragorn has learned everything he knows from them, so the ability to storm into trouble, too^^). As for who's Aragorn's favourite brother: I really don't think that he differences them. I guess he loves them both dearly, and because they have opposite characters, you can't compare them. Uhm, the song? I don't know to which song you were referring to...if you meant the last few lines in italics, I wrote them myself. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, ya know. The song in this chapter is, however, from Phil Collins. I love Phil Collins! And yes, you spelling of 'Ausgezeichnet' was correct! I love it when people try to write words in German, it's just so sweet! 'Ausgezeichnet' means 'excellent' in English^^ I hope you liked this chapter as well!
BlueTopaz - Thanks for your compliments on my artwork! It always makes me happy to hear that! *blushes* O.o Although I don't think that my plot is original, it's very simple, I think. I never can come up with complex storylines...
Shauna - Well, 'Ro didn't really unleash his wraith, but I guess he
just was too tired. He will probably do it when they are back in Rivendell....about
twenty chapters later! (only kidding :P)