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I AM SO SORRY! Seriously, I KNOW I promised to update, but I have been up to my eyeballs in homework. I now officially hate year 10. And year 11 is bound to be worse!

So, to make up for my loooooong absence, I have posted 2 CHAPTERS! Yes indeedy! And by the end of it all, I will be dead. Cos you will have all killed me.

You'll soon see what I mean.

Faerlain.

Anikathepen – Hiya! Great to see you on here I must go look at your profile sometime. Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it, and thanks for reviewing.

Rayame325 – Woo, revenge! And progress is good too! And the relationship between the brothers is going rather well I think. A life without a mother must be impossible. Thanks for reviewing.

PopcornandGreenery – Bloody close! Lol. Banter is good, it is fun to write! Aww, Wegowas! Férar is a dude! Thanks for reviewing.

DaydreamingTurtle – The excitement is building! And…

I WANT YOUR T-SHIRT!!!!!!

Ah hem, yes, well, it sounds cool, ok?

Ohio! Wowza. And it's always raining in England, so I'm kinda used to it! Thanks for reviewing.

Dark Borg Drone – Mae govannen! Elvish rules! Thanks for reviewing. And remember – Ae ú-dhambeth tôl o len; ú-narn tôl o nin!

Deana – Legolas sticking his tongue out at someone never fails to amuse me. I honestly don't know why! Thanks for reviewing.

dracademented – Legolas kicks a helluva lotta ass! I tried to make it slightly funny, to lessen the tension and sobriety. Did it work? Thanks for reviewing.

Lindele – That's very true. Nicely said. But will it be two dead Princes, on dead Prince, or no dead Princes? Wait and see! Thanks for reviewing.

Elerrina – No, not yet lol. Hmm, why WOULD I kill Leggy? I don't have a motive or any reasons? Guess…just to make a story ore interesting! And I've never killed him before. Ad I still might not! Wait and see…

It ahs been far too long. At least we were both online the other night. And, like I said, I've updated! I tried to before, but then I kinda chucked the mouse on the floor and it kinda broke. Oops…

Orcs are Orcs, goblins are goblins. DO NOT FEEL SORRY FOR THEM! You're too soft by far you are! Thanks for reviewing.

Tiara Shin – Sibling love rules! Doesn't sound good? Teehee…

Woo, hug!!!!!! Hugs back. I would rather keep Leggy alive, and I might. I mean, he's gonna stay safe. Cos he's right here in me arms now. And it's getting kinda awkward to type…

Leggy: Cheesy grin.

Me: Yeah, anyway, gotta go. Thanks for reviewing! And say hi to Haldy for us! Scoots.

Chapter 4: To Dream.

The brothers travelled around for about a week in this fashion, staying near the Mountains. They came across many goblin scouts, and every time they fought them, Legolas would feel a little better. But he knew it would take a lot more for his revenge to be complete.

"We're going to run out of food soon," Férar told him as they rested one night. "Perhaps we had better return soon."

"No," Legolas replied sharply. "I can't."

"Legolas, this is starting to get ridiculous. If we don't have food, we won't be able to fight the goblins because we'll have no strength!"

"We'll be fine," the younger Prince assured him. "You worry too much brother."

"That isn't true. I just know when enough is enough."

"Well it's not enough yet," Legolas retorted. "I need…"

"You need what?"

Legolas shrugged. "I just…I have to kill more."

"This isn't right," Férar said in a worried tone. "I know exactly how you feel, but you're an Elf. You shouldn't be feeling this way."

"I've been in too many battles," he sighed. "I'm a born warrior. The fierceness in me has never died. I thought, that after the War, I would feel at peace, you know? But…Naneth's murder has re-lit the aggressive flame within me. I can't help how I feel. Killing our enemies makes me feel…relaxed."

Férar crawled to his brother's side and slipped his arm round his shoulders. "I understand," he whispered. "But you must also understand. We need more stocks. Without food, we cannot survive. And we don't survive, we cannot get our revenge."

"I know. I'm sorry for being so snappy."

"It's ok." He placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "We'll go home tomorrow. And then, if you need to, come back out later. And we can kick some more goblin butt!"

Legolas laughed softly. And it was then that Férar realised he had not seen his brother smile or laugh like that since he had arrived back from the War. He needed to smile more often.

"Legolas…"

"Naneth?"

A woman in white. Glowing, like a star. Legolas blinked. Surely not…

She came to him and knelt at his feet. "Stop this Greenleaf," she told him. "You're going to get yourself hurt."

"Naneth…"


"Hush, my child." She lifted a glimmering hand to brush his cheek. He felt it pass like cool wind across his cheek. He tried to lean into the touch, wanting, needing her comfort, but she pulled hr hand away.

"Do not come to me yet," she begged, silver tears forming in her aqua eyes. "Mando's Halls are full enough already. You are too young to die."

"I will not die Naneth," he assured her, reaching out his hand to stroke her golden hair. He could not tell what it felt like more, water or silk. The strands trickled through his fingers, spilling back onto her head. "You deserve revenge."

She shook her head. "I do not deserve for my son to join me in the Halls of the Dead." She rose to her feet. "Saes Greenleaf, go home."

"We are going home. But I will not rest until every goblin in Mirkwood has fallen."

"It is an impossible task," she told him sternly. "You will never kill every single one. Please, be at peace. I am happy. I miss you all dearly, I love you all so much, but I do not want you here! I will see you again soon, in Valinor. Promise me you won't go out hunting for the beasts again?"

It was his turn to shake his head. "I cannot promise such a thing Naneth," he replied. "Your heart may be at peace, but mine is not."

"We never had a chance to say goodbye Legolas. This is the only opportunity we'll get. Please, this is the only thing I am asking. Do not do this! You will die…"

"Naneth!"

"Legolas? Legolas, what's wrong?"

Legolas looked around him, his eyes finally coming to rest on his brother, crouched beside him. "Naneth…"

"She is not here," Férar told him firmly. "She resides in Mandos' Halls now."

"I saw her," he continued. "She spoke to me…"

Férar shook his head. "It was a dream Greenleaf. Nothing more."

Legolas stared at his brother, confused. He had felt her touch, heard her voice…

"Go back to sleep," Férar told him. "I'll wake you around dawn."

Legolas nodded, and settled back down. But he did not sleep again that night.

"Not much further and we'll be home."

"Ok."

Férar frowned to himself. What was wrong with his little brother? Ever since that night he had had the dream…

Legolas had not told him much about it. Just that their mother had come to him, telling him to stop the goblin hunt, to go home. Which was what they were doing. As for what else she had said, Legolas had not mentioned it.

But that was all it had been – a dream. The Queen would not have been allowed to leave the Halls to talk to him. Would she? And surely, she would have talked to him as well. Not just Legolas. For one thing, it was a bit unfair. Férar was not the jealous type, but he missed their mother as much as Legolas did. He would give anything to see her, to speak to her one last time.

They were just two days away from the palace now. Two days, and they would finally be rid of this silly goblin chase. They would sleep in their own beds, have warm food and wine, and let their tired limbs and hearts rest.

He fully understood Legolas' need for getting revenge, but it had gone far enough. Both were sporting injuries, not major, but they were in need of healing.

They stopped that night beneath an old beech tree, withered and twisted with age. Legolas took first watch, and Férar drifted into a fitful sleep.

"Férar…"

"Naneth? You…"

"Yes, I have come to you."

"This is a dream."

"Believe that if you will. But I have already spoken with your brother."


"I know. He was…rather upset."

She smiled gently, and went to kneel at his feet. She took his hands in hers, and he felt a chill shiver through him. "You're cold," he whispered.

"That's what death tends to do to you," she said lightly, smiling.

He laughed gently. At least she hadn't lost her sense of humour.

"Look after little Greenleaf for me," she told him, suddenly serious again. She was turning his hands over, inspecting them. "He's young, unaware of what the consequences of this quest could be."

"I have tried to dissuade him, but to no avail."


"I know." She frowned. "Your hands are dry. They need a good moisturising."

He raised an eyebrow. "I am an archer Naneth. It's the bowstring, you know that."

She nodded and stood up. "And don't forget to look after yourself," she added as she walked away. "Better not to say anything about our meeting to your father. It might…alarm him."

He nodded as she walked away into the shadows.

He said nothing of his 'dream' to Legolas. There was no need. They carried on that day in the same manner as before. Border patrols were everywhere now. If they did get attacked again, which was rather unlikely, they would have plenty of back up.

"A few more miles, and we'll be home," Legolas said, smiling at his older brother.

"So you're pleased to be going back now?"

He shrugged. "What can I say, I miss my bed!"

Férar laughed. "Trust me; you're not the only one out of the two of us. I can't wait to have a decent nights sleep again."

"And warm food."

"And wine."

They each lapped into their thoughts, idiotic smiles on their faces. They managed to catch glimpses of each other, and burst into laughter at their expressions.

At least he's happy…

Now onto the next chapter! Leads everyone onward.

Faerlain.