Disclaimer: Don't own LOTR; and never will.

A/N: Here's chapter 4. This is the second last chapter of the story, but don't worry this is only part one, there will be a second story, which will be part two. If you're wondering why I didn't write the battle scene, I had a good reason, which will be covered in the sequel.

To my reviewers:

Bog Monster: I wanted to answer your review for chapter two. Thank you for the advice, it was nowhere close to being harsh criticism. I will definitely take your advice for the next story I write. I've already completed this one; that's why I post so regularly. I really thank you for your advice; I am always looking for ways to improve my writing.

And now, for those who reviewed chapter 3:

Viresse: Thanks so much, I'm always looking for ways to improve. Since this one (and its sequel) are already finished, I'll have to wait until I write my next story (which I'm hoping will be soon, I do have a few ideas on my mind.). I'm glad that you like it.

Kitty Cat O'Hara: Thanks, I know the chapters are short. I'm not too happy about that. If I had known they were going to be as short as they are, I would have changed it. But don't worry, the chapters are a bit longer in the sequel. And don't worry about me giving up, the story is already finished, as is its sequel. As I said in my profile, I don't post WIP, so every story you see, will be finished before I start posting.

Shadowfaxgal7: yep, there's twin angst in this chapter and the next. Well, at least Elrohir angst. I'm sorry, I had to do it -looks guilty- it's all part of the plot. It's cool with me for you to tell your friends, I'd love it.

Chapter 4

The Loss of a Brother

Elrohir followed Glorfindel to where a circle of bodies lay. In the middle of the circle Elrohir spotted a lone figure lying on the ground, barely breathing.

The dark-haired elf sprinted to his twin's side. "'Dan? 'Dan?! Can you hear me? 'Dan? No! Don't leave me here!" Elrohir cried.

Elladan slowly opened his eyes to look at the younger twin, "'Ro?"

"Yes Elladan, I'm here."

"Promise me you'll sail to Valinor." Elladan said as his voice began to fade. "Do not follow me!" He commanded, though his voice was just above a whisper.

"I promise. We have to get you back home so that we can see to your injuries." Elrohir replied quickly, as he began to panic.

"No..."

"What?" Elrohir looked at his twin in confusion. "Why?"

"I will not make it home." Elladan said so quietly that Elrohir could barely hear him.

"Namarie, muindor nîn. Don't forget the promise." Elladan said before relaxing and separating fëa from body.

Elrohir felt his twin still in his arms. "'Dan?" He lightly shook Elladan's shoulders; no response. He felt for a pulse: there was none.

At this sudden realization, he broke down in tears, shaking, sobs wracking throughout his entire body.

Until that moment Glorfindel had stood just far enough away to not be able to hear the conversation -- he had heard the promise, though -- but still close enough to see Elladan go limp in his brother's arms.

Elrohir was becoming nearly hysterical over his brother's death.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and felt Glorfindel trying to help him up. Though, as soon as he had stood up, Elrohir sank into Glorfindel's arms and let his remaining tears fall.

Glorfindel had no idea how long the two of them had been standing there, locked in each other's comforting embrace, but after a while Glorfindel decided that it was time to begin heading back to Imladris.

"Come Elrohir, we must leave this place." He said. As he turned to call the horses he had to let go of Elrohir, who, when he was let go of, collapsed to his knees.

When the horses were ready, Glorfindel walked over to his horse. He looked back to see if Elrohir was following, and noticed the younger twin still kneeling on the ground with his head bowed. The elder elf walked over to Elrohir and helped him up, then helped him onto his horse. Glorfindel then walked over to where Elladan's body still laid, and picked it up.

As Glorfindel returned to the horses, Elrohir looked up, slightly confused.

Glorfindel answered, "I believe I am correct in saying, that you would also want your brother to be brought back to Imladris?"

Elrohir nodded slowly, then returned to looking completely detached from reality.

Glorfindel set Elladan's body onto his horse, then jumped up onto the horse.

Namarie, muindor nîn = Farewell, my brother

A/N: I'm sorry, I know I killed him again. But again, it's part of the plot.

TBC...

I'd love to know what you think!