A/N: Welcome back to those that have read before, and those that haven't, hey! Smile!

After getting so many positive reviews in the last chapter I just wanted to say thanks to all of them and that I hope that this chapter is just as good in your eyes. Oh, and I re-edited the last chapter so it has italics and stuff, just incase anyone was confused. (Ain't technology great?)

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or any books affiliated with J.R.R. Tolkien. And Rúmil has protested to me buying him. Am very sad.

Chapter two:

"It's been so long, surely she should be awake by now?"

"Give it time Elladan, there was a lot of poison on that blade, it will take awhile for the effect to get out of her system…"

"But Gandalf…"

"I am amazed at her speed of recovery Niamh…"

"What ho! Look, she's waking up!"

Pain filled Ashlieth's head as she tried to open her eyes. She could hear voices, but they were so far away. She knew those voices, she could hear people she knew and loved encouraging her, telling her to open her eyes slowly. Someone was holding her hand, squeezing it gently. A soft voice called to her. "Come on sweetie, open your eyes. Please Ashlieth." The voice was soft and warm, it sounded like…

Ashlieth's eyes slowly opened. "Mother!" She gasped, looking up into the face of Lady Niamh, whose tear-stained face was smiling gently at her. "Oh my baby!" She said, kissing Ashlieth on the head. "I am so proud of you Ashlieth, so proud." She choked, bursting into tears. "Oh my baby, don't ever do that to me again, I thought you were dead, oh my precious baby." She cried, her face in her hand.

Gandalf came over and put his arms around her. "Come Niamh, she is safe now, don't cry." He soothed her, slowly leading her out of the room. "Let's get you a drink and allow Ashlieth to rest." He comforted, winking over Niamh's shoulder. Ashlieth grinned back, and he closed the door behind them.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Ashlieth was bombarded by two dark-haired Elves, both of them throwing themselves on her bed to hug her, chattering incessantly.

"By Eru Pest, I thoughts you were lost to us then! We all thought you was dead!"

"Hush up Elladan!" Elrohir scolded

"Why don't you, Elrohir?" Elladan retorted.

"You have no right to boss me around!"

"Oh? And why not, when you boss me around?"

"Am older. Thus more responsibilities and therefor more privileges, like telling you to hush up!"

Ashlieth burst out laughing and hugged them all.

"I am so glad you all escaped alive! Elladan, Elrohir, I have missed you so much, it has been ages since I last saw you!" She was puzzled when the twins ignored her, turning their backs on her.

"We are not speaking to you because you did not tell us you were going to fight." Elladan informed Ashlieth.

"Oh, I'm sorry boys. But you would have made me go home." She pleaded with them. "Please forgive me." The Twins refused to budge. "Please?" No reply. "Pretty please?" Nothing. Ashlieth sighed, she knew what she had to do.

"Oh Great Elladan, Oh Great Elrohir, great Elves of Bravery, I beseech thee to forgive my wrongdoing, Oh Great ones!"

Casting a suspicious glance in her direction, the twins scurried away and held a conference. After some time they walked back grandly.

"We have decided to forgive you, out of the goodness of our heart." Elladan said magnificently.

"Oh, thank ye kind Sirs!" Ashlieth battered her eyelids and fanned herself. Then she grinned and Elrohir sat on the bed next to her and took her hand fondly.

"In all seriousness, we do wish you had told us, Pest." He told her sternly.

"Meneldil would have our hides, if he could." Elladan told her sadly and Ashlieth saw the grief that he felt at her brother's passing in his countenance.

"I know." She said softly. "But, on the bright side, we all did escape." She said, then paused. "Everyone did escape, didn't they? Where Rúmil?" she asked, concerned.

"Here, Lady Ashlieth." A voice came from the corner of the room. "And yes, we all escaped." Rúmil stepped forward, and Ashlieth smiled up at him, her stomach doing a small flip-flop as she gazed at him. He looks amazing, especially once he has bathed!

"I'm so glad you're not hurt Rúmil, I was worried when I couldn't see you as I was calling… Timon! Where is Timon?" Ashlieth cried, throwing back her covers and running to the nearest doorway. She threw the doors open and walked out onto a balcony.

Ashlieth gasped. Before her was a beautiful valley, calm and tranquil. Water ran through the middle, fed by a waterfall that ran between two mountains. Birds flew overhead, their calls echoing over the small community which was built there, it's beauty blending in with the forest. "Where in Middle-Earth am I?" Ashlieth whispered, awe-struck. Rúmil walked up close behind her. "This, Lady Ashlieth, is Imladris." He said reverently.

"Imladris! But how did I get here?" Ashlieth asked, scared it was all a dream.

"When the battle was over, many of those pierced by blades or arrows fell into a Deep Sleep, as they had been poisoned. During this Sleep many passed on, but a few survived and were brought back to Rivendell for Lord Elrond to heal himself, being one of the few with the skill able to heal those in the Deep Sleep." Rúmil paused. "But have you not been here before?"

Ashlieth shook her head. "No, I have never left Gondolin before, and usually it is only the Twins here who come to my home. Elrond has only come once or twice… wait, Lord Elrond healed me?" Ashlieth squeaked out.

Rúmil laughed at her expression. "Yes, but you needn't worry, he does not bite!" He grinned cheekily.

"Well, only occasionally." Elladan interrupted and Elrohir nodded.

"When his is really mad."

"Or grumpy."

"Which is worse."

Ashlieth laughed, then fell silent, a distressed look upon her face. "I am almost afraid to ask, for my heart tells me an answer I do not wish to hear. Timon." Ashlieth turned and looked at Rúmil, her eyes begging his to contradict what she felt in her heart. Rúmil bowed his head, and Ashlieth closed her eyes, her heart heavy with grief. Tears slipped out from under her closed lids, and traced a wet line down her cheek and off her chin as she mourned for the young life of a friend's lost.

The day of Timon' funeral was a somber one. The boy had held on for the long journey until they reached Rivendell and there his life had left him during the night, his death a long and painful one. Ashlieth was overcome with grief, and she insisted on being present for the funeral, leaning heavily on Rúmil for support. Timon was laid out in a beautiful outfit and his sword lay across his chest. As they lowered his body into the ground, Ashlieth, with tears in her eyes, sang for him. Her sweet voice, which Timon would never hear again, echoed in the valley and it seemed to fill all of Rivendell. Then other voices were also lifted up with hers, and all of Rivendell mourned for the young boy this day.

As she finished, Ashlieth lay her head on Rúmil' shoulder and wept for her friend Timon. A small stone was placed on top of his grave, into which had been carved:

Timon

A loyal friend who died for Middle-Earth.

We will meet again one day.

Ashlieth and Rúmil turned around and left, neither of them ever forgetting the young boy who sacrificed all for the land he loved.

"I do not think it would be wise for you to come home yet, Ashlieth." Niamh cautiously told her daughter. It was almost six weeks since Ashlieth first arrived at Rivendell, and Niamh was leaving to go back to Gondolin and her husband Anárion. "You father is still…upset with your antics, and I think it best if he were given more time to come to terms with what happened."

Ashlieth nodded, "I agree, and I would like to stay in Rivendell longer. It is a fine place, and I would like to learn more about the rest of the world, as I have lived in Gondolin all my life. "

Niamh smiled, pleased at this decision. Then she lent forward and embraced her daughter. "I love you Ashlieth, and I am proud of you. As for your engagement to Naurcom…" Niamh hesitated, then straightened her shoulders and she adopted a fierce look in her eye. "As for Naurcom, then I say give him back his ring and I hope that he chokes on it! After what you told me he said, I don't care what your father thinks, you are not to marry him!"

Ashlieth squealed and hugged her mother. Niamh hugged her back, then held her at arm length. "In all seriousness Ashlieth, Naurcom will be arriving in Rivendell in a few months to gather more supplies, and you must be prepared."

"Could you not send someone else?" Ashlieth grinned hopefully. Niamh shook her head.

"I could, but it is better to deal with these things as they happen, rather than put them off. Also, I would rather you deal with it here under the protection of Elrond, rather than with your father near, especially now that…." Niamh tried to hold back a sob, and Ashlieth put her arms around her Mother.

Ashlieth nodded. "I know Mother." She whispered, and they stayed like that for a few minutes, until Niamh regained her composure.

A knock came at the door, startling the women. "Please, enter if you are handsome!" Niamh called, winking at her daughter, who burst out laughing. Gandalf poked his head around the corner.

"I don't know if you ladies would call me handsome, but I have with me Rúmil, and he makes up for the both of us." Gandalf said, chuckling at Rúmil's embarrassed grin and slightly swelled out chest.

"Shame on you Gandalf, you just look as dashing as you always have, my heart skips a beat each time I see you, old rogue." Niamh scolded, and Ashlieth and Rúmil burst out laughing as Gandalf went a deep red. "Now, why are you two gentlemen here?" Niamh asked.

"Your horse and escorts are ready Lady Niamh, we came to let you know and to see if you had need of any assistance." Rúmil told them.

Niamh shook her head. "You gentlemen are too late, indeed Elladan and Elrohir just took my bag down. But," she added, "you may escort myself and Ashlieth down, if you like."

Immediately Rúmil and Gandalf held out their arms to the women, and Niamh took Gandalf's, leaving Ashlieth to take Rúmil' arm. They were about to leave the room when Niamh stopped and turned around. "Actually, I do have something for you to do for me, Rúmil." She said, face serious.

Rúmil nodded, waiting to see what she requested. "Rúmil, this is a very serious request, so please do not take this lightly. I ask that you do not let my daughter marry Naurcom, no matter what happens, or who says otherwise. It is imperative that you do this, her life depends on this one wish. I ask you as Ashlieth told me that you rushed to her defense when Naurcom made his inappropriate remarks, even when you did not know she was there. Please, Rúmil, do this for me." She asked.

Rúmil' brown eyes widened, then set in steely resolution. He nodded, and unconsciously placed his other hand on Ashlieth's in a protective manner. Niamh sighed, relief in her eyes. "Thank you, Marchwarden Rúmil." She murmured, then turned and walked with Gandalf out of the room.

As they were walking down the path to the carriage, Ashlieth smiled at Rúmil. "You don't have to hold onto my arm so tight, Rúmil. For unless Naurcom is hiding in the bushes, I do not think he will force me to marry him just yet." She grinned, and Rúmil, laughing, loosened his grip on her arm. They walked much slower than Gandalf and Niamh, who had already reached Niamh horse and the Twins, neither of them speaking, just being comfortable in each other's presence. The sun was shinning warmly on the two Elves, and they slowly meandered their way along the path.

"Are they not a beautiful couple Gandalf?" Niamh asked him softly. Gandalf nodded in agreement.

"Indeed they are, Niamh"

When Ashlieth and Rúmil caught up to the elder couple, it was time to say goodbye to Niamh.

"Goodbye Mother. Send word when it is safe to come home." Ashlieth told her.

"I will sweetie." Niamh said, kissing her daughter on both cheeks and hugging her.

"Goodbye Gandalf." She sighed, hugging her friend. "I have missed your company, it is good to have you near. Please come and visit soon, you will always be welcome." She smiled, then turned to the Twins.

"Remember, I want you both to make as much trouble as you can and do not give your Father a moments peace. The old stuff needs something to liven his life up!" Niamh smiled, before hugging both of them.

"Elrohir, look after your brother. Elladan, make as much trouble as you can!" With a grin they both gave her another bone-crunching hug, then stepped back. Niamh turned to Rúmil.

"Goodbye Rúmil. Remember what I told you." She said, and he nodded. Niamh sighed. "Give me a hug you precious Elf." She told him, giving him a big hug. Stunned, Rúmil hugged her back.

"Fare thee well, Lady Niamh." He said formally and she smiled.

"Thank you." She whispered. Then she gave her daughter one last hug. Letting go of each other, Gandalf went to help Niamh onto her horse, but she swung up gracefully on her own. "Goodbye my dear Ashlieth, take care." She called. Ashlieth smiled, though she felt sorrowful inside.

"Goodbye Mother. I'll miss you terribly." She said, her voice choked up. Niamh smiled.

"Oh, I doubt it, I doubt it." Niamh whispered to herself, looking at Ashlieth and Rúmil, who were still linking arms. Then she sighed. "Well, I will see all you soon. To Gondolin!' she told her escorts, and the horses moved on, Ashlieth and Niamh waving to each other until they were out of sight. Then Ashlieth sighed.

"I slowly seem to be losing the people I love. Meneldil, Timon, Mother… it is getting rather lonely here." Ashlieth noted with a wiry smile.

"You know, I am seeing a common factor in all this." Rúmil mused, ducking as Ashlieth went to slap him.

"That," She growled. "Was uncalled for!" And she spun around and walked off, her hair flying about her face.

Rúmil looked at the Twins, his eyes wide. Both of them nodded sagely at him.

"Sorry to disappoint you-"

"But it really was uncalled for."

"Hey!" Rúmil cried indignant. "What ever happened to 'all for one, and one for all'?" He recalled an old truce from their childhood days.

"That went flying out the door the instant you blamed us for the dye in Elrond's mead." Elladan accused him, and Elrohir agreed.

"He is going to have a blue mouth for the rest of the month."

"AND no-one believes it wasn't us!"

Rúmil grinned and shrugged. "What can I say, you cried Nazgûl one to many times." He laughed, then looked over his shoulder in the direction of Ashlieth.

"Oh, don't worry about her, she has a rotten temper." Elladan told him, throwing an arm about his friend.

"And loved Meneldil more than her own life. It will take her a while before she can come to terms with his death." Elrohir added. "It will take all of us a while."

With one last glance over his shoulder, Rúmil allowed Elladan and Elrohir to walk him back to the house.

How could he? Ashlieth fumed as she stormed through the forest, brushing branches aside with anger. How could he say such a thing! How could he make light of my pain?

Meneldil, I want you back.

Ashlieth's hair caught on a branch and she yelled in pain and it wrenched her head back. Furious, she tried to undo the knot, only causing it to become more tangled in her haste. With a cry of desperation, she wrenched it free, cursing at the pain.

Meneldil.

In Ashlieth's minds eye, a broad man with flaming red hair and a wide smile walked towards her. He hadn't shaves in days and he looked tired and worn out. Yet his height helped give him the presence of a man in control, and man who was strong. Ashlieth could almost feel his arms around her, giving her one of his strong bear hugs. She could almost smell him, hear his voice…

Then he they were bringing him into the hall, and he was … dead.

Suddenly Ashlieth was on her knees in the forest, a torrent of tears streaming down her face as she realised that she would never see Meneldil again. Her face screwed up, and she cried so hard that she was almost howling, her tears turning hysterical. "Meneldil… I … want …you …baack!" She sobbed, trying to breathe. "Why… did… you… leave me?"

By now she was gasping and almost wrenching, like her body was trying to throw up the pain. "It's… not…fair!" She continued to cry until she had no more tears left, her body almost completely consumed with the pain that she felt. 'I can't do this alone, I can't face the day knowing your not there!'

After curling herself up into a ball, Ashlieth fell into an exhausted sleep, her face blotchy and red from the tears.

Her sleep was so deep that she did not feel herself being covered up.

It was dark when Ashlieth awoke, keeping her eyes closed while she tried to establish her surroundings. Something was covering her, and she felt warm and…OW! There was a tree root digging into her side. With a small grumble, Ashlieth slowly sat up, blinking so that her eyes could adjust to the… light?

"Why in Middle-Earth is there a fire?" Ashlieth asked herself, knowing that it wasn't her who did it. Her eyes searched the forest around her furiously, trying to find the cause of the warmth. Seeing nothing, she let her fingers run over the material that had covered her.

"Tunics?" She frowned. "Who would have-" She broke into a small smile when she saw that the small stitching in the neck. "Elladan and Elrohir. With labels in their tunics, Eru bless them." She smiled, then pulled herself up, plucking bits of leaf and dirt out of her messy hair.

"Elladan? Elrohir?" She called out, when she was distracted by a noise coming near the fire. Slowly she walked over and peered into the bushes. "Hello?" She asked in a small voice. Another noise came from behind her and she whipped around to see the twins finish buttoning up their tunics.

"Awake at last!" Elladan grinned, walking over to her.

"We were worried when we found you." Elrohir scolded her slightly, engulfing her in a hug and then checking her over for any harm. "Elladan thought you were dead."

Ashlieth looked over to Elladan, who shrugged slightly, the tip of his ears going pink. "I have never gotten used to you sleeping so quietly, I could not hear you breathe."

"I am sorry for scaring you," Ashlieth told him sincerely. "But I can assure you, I would have let you know I was dead!" She laughed, but her voice was alone.

"Don't be sorry." Elladan shook his dark head. "We know why you left." He said, his eyes heavy.

In a flash all that had happened in the day came rushing back to her and Ashlieth felt her stomach tighten.

"Is Rúmil always that callous?" She growled, her fists clenched.

"Rúmil has never felt grief like you have." Elrohir said gently. "He does not know what he makes light of."

"I'll give him grief!" She muttered, her eyes still red and swollen.

"Of course!" Elladan smiled. "And we will help you. We still have to get revenge for father's blue mouth." Elladan mused thoughtfully.

"Be gentle!" Elrohir warned. "I do not want to be blamed for this one as I am for all the others!"

Elladan rolled his eyes. "My brother Elrohir, ever the voice of reason-"

"And ever getting blamed for your pranks!"

"Don't worry, we will not involve you or hurt him-"

"Too much." Ashlieth muttered.

"-Too much." Elladan grinned and winked at Ashlieth. Then they turned and escorted her back to her bed and then left for theirs, soon all three of them asleep.

It was in the small hours of the morning, and Rúmil was sitting on his balcony, watching the world. He has already has his few moments of rest and, as an Elf, needed no more. His mind was wandering back to Lothlórien, to his beloved Mallorn trees and his family. He wondered why the Golden Lady had told him to come to Rivendell…

Rúmil, you are to accompany the wounded to Rivendell, for you are in need of a wider education.

What? I have already completed the studies that I need to be a Marchwarden.

No all education is of the mind, my dear Warden.

He had felt a smirk when she said that, and it made him wonder. His mind then drifted off to thoughts of the battle at Helm's Deep (1). He wondered how Haldir was recovering. Thank Eru he had seen his brother fall and had been able to drag his wounded body to a safer place and get someone to heal him. He had no idea what he would do without his brother-

Rúmil winced as he remembered what he had said to Ashlieth earlier. True, he had meant it to lighten her spirits and she had overreacted, but he did somewhat regret his words.

As his thoughts went back to his brother, Rúmil heard a faint voice outside of his room and it puzzled him, normally Elves used this time of night for reflection and the gaining of wisdom, he rarely heard anyone leave their chambers.

Quietly he walked over to his door and pulled it open, to see a girl in a white dress walking slowly down the hall. Her face was as pale as the moon that shone down on her and her voice was a soft whisper. Even her red hair seemed subdued as she listlessly came towards him, her words reaching his ears.

"- where will the children play without fear? When all the world is gone, and all that is left is the fear and the pain and hurt, death, and your hands, your hands are coated in their blood."

Rúmil watched as she drew closer, and her wide eyes were rubbing something unseen off her hand, and her voice rose in panic and her green eyes showed a terrible fear, one that Rúmil had never seen in her before.

"They won't come back, they wont! Come back! The blood won't leave, it won't go away!" Rúmil walked forward to grab her, but a hand shot out of the darkness and held him back.

"Do not wake her." Elladan commanded in a strained whisper. "It will only make her worse."

With some reluctance Rúmil stepped back and continued to watch her. "What is she doing?" Rúmil whispered.

"She is sleepwalking." Elrohir told him. "It is a human trait, when they experience a rush of emotions in one hit, they have such vivid dreams about it that they will literally walk around in their sleep."

"Then why do we not wake her?"

"The dreams are very realistic, and if you try to wake a sleepwalker you become part of the night terror and cause them more fear than good. All you can do if follow them and make sure they are in no harm." (2)

Rúmil heard her voice raise in fear. "Why does she talk like that? With so much pain?"

"It is part of the sleepwalking, Rúmil. It is how she is feeling, how she really feels, deep within her soul. She can't lie any more, she is not awake in order to conceive a lie, even to herself. She is showing how she feels."

Ashlieth was about to pass them now, and her voice was quieter, more wistful. "And the blood rains down and runs off your face and all you can do is smile-"

Rúmil stepped in front of her. "Why do you talk of death so?" He asked her, making sure she was not woken. Ashlieth turned and fixed her wide eyes on him.

"They brought him home and his body was crippled and his face and his hair was covered in blood. His hands were cold, so cold, but he would be all right if I could warm him – why couldn't I warm his hands? So cold, so cold. So much blood, oh my brother, why won't you warm?" She asked an unseeing figure, caressing a face that no one but she could see.

Rúmil went to open his mouth went Ashlieth gave a small laugh and continued to walk on, humming to herself. "And the light left his eyes as his smile grew dim…"

"We have to follow her." Elladan told Rúmil sleepily.

"Do you want me to go with her?" Rúmil asked and Elrohir shook his head.

"We too are half-Elven, we have dealt with sleep-walking many times." He told Rúmil, his eyes slightly bleary.

"Father," Elladan let out a large yawn. "Father is the worst." He said with a grin, and Rúmil let out a chuckle.

"I can well imagine. So then, I will see you later?" Rúmil questioned. Both twins shook their heads.

"Do not expect to see us early in the morning, for we will be catching up on some well deserved rest." Elrohir said, and Rúmil frowned in confusion.

"Peredhil." Elladan said simply. "Need sleep, unlike you pure-blood snobs!" He claimed, followed by another large yawn. Rúmil chuckled and bid them goodnight and was about to reenter his chambers when Elrohir caught his sleeve.

"Rúmil, Ashlieth will have no memories of this in the morning, do not tell her. It will only bring more grief." He said seriously and Rúmil nodded in agreement before slipping through his door.

So this is how she suffers? And I was callous enough to make a cruel joke about it. The poor girl.

The next morning a tired Ashlieth slipped into her seat for breakfast. Rúmil smiled slightly at her.

"Good Morning."

Ashlieth smiled up at him. "Good Morning Rúmil. How was your evening?"

"Spent well in thought and reflection. And yours?" Rúmil asked, wanting to know what she remembered.

"I slept like a log!" Ashlieth smiled, then yawned slightly. "Though I don't think it was enough!" She gave a sleepy grin and continued to eat. Rúmil stared at her for a moment, then almost smiled. She truly had no idea of what happened. He then took a deep breath, preparing himself to say what had been on his mind all morning.

"Ashlieth, I'm-" Rúmil paused and Ashlieth looked expectantly at him. "I am deeply sorry for what I said yesterday."

For he briefest second Rúmil could have sworn he saw the same fear in Ashlieth's eyes that he saw last night, but Ashlieth brushed it away and grinned.

"Forgiven, I understand you didn't mean any harm." She said, holding her hand out for him to shake. With a slightly confused look at the proffered hand, Rúmil took it and kissed it slightly, the Gentlemanly gesture ruined when he was bombarded the Twins.

As he was being greeted, Rúmil did not notice the wink between Ashlieth and Elladan as he slipped something into Rúmil's mug.

And breakfast continued on as normal until…

"ELLADAN!!! ELROHIR!!!"

"It wasn't me!"

And there was much laughter in Rivendell that day as a blue-mouthed Rúmil chased a pair of dark-haired blurs around the house.

Peredhil = half-elven. There is some debate whether this is used for all half-elves or just Elrond's family. For the sake of argument, let's pretend that all half-elves are referred to as this.

1: Oh boy, I know that I will have problems with this one. Okay, so (that I can think of) this is the only movieverse in my story. I would like to apologise to my purist, Lariel, and the only defense that I can give is… Haldir in action! What more can I say?

2: All the fact about sleepwalking is true. Never wake a sleepwalker, they become confused and you will turn into part of their dream. My brother has night terrors and sleepwalks all the time, and it's pretty hard to see him so scared, but I will only scare him more if I wake him. And they cannot lie. If you ask a sleepwalker any question, they will tell you the truth. (Very handy, I might add)

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This chapter's question: What do you guys feel towards/about Ashlieth? And tell me honestly, because this I my only chance to fix her before I get to involved in the story.

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I can assure you that there will be NO 'getting into pants' because I want this to be readable to all peoples, not just icky teens. As I said, the PG. is to prevent anyone getting mad at me!

Unfortunately my chapters are going to shorten, but I swear to keep them of decent length, probably about 3-5 thousand words, sometimes more but never less!

Am sorry about the pendant bit, but it's purpose will come later. Basically it needed to be introduced now, rather than later. I am very glad you liked how I wrote the characters, please let me know if I stuff it up!

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