chapter 2
'No,' Elrohir whispered kneeling at his twin's side and gently turned him over and grimaced seeing how bad his wounds really were. 'Dan, don't, please don't leave me...' he begged tears welling in his eyes as he cradled the limp form.
The shallow breaths became shallower; his life was swiftly leaving him. A ghost of a smile crossed his face as he looked at his twin; his stormy grey eyes were clouded and distant.
'Dan,' he whispered catching the smile; Elladan parted his lips as his last breath left him, his eyes became too unfocused, never to see life again.
Elrohir shot up in bed and looked around several times before he realised it had just been a dream. Or was it?
The younger twin had the odd premonition before, and knew what it felt like, that had seemed too real to be a dream, but the battle was not until tomorrow.
'Ro?' Elladan walked into the room and sat by the shaky twin, 'is something the matter?'
'Dan?' he whispered wrapping his arms around the elder, not wanting to let go. 'Thank the Valar you're alright.'
'What's wrong brother?' Elladan asked pulling Elrohir close, 'can you not tell me?'
'It was just a dream Dan,' he murmured.
The elder nodded and smiled, 'you have not wanted comfort form dreams for over one thousand years.'
'I'll always need you Dan, you can't leave me.'
'And I never will.' He replied. 'Come, get some sleep, it'll be a hard day tomorrow.' With that Elladan left the room.
Elrohir soon fell back to sleep, the battle sounds of his dream still ringing in his ears.
He knew no matter what happened tomorrow, he would not leave his twin's side and do anything to prevent his dream becoming reality.