Disclaimer: *lawyers press orc blade to Alexis' throat* No own, too young and inexperienced. *lawyers smile evilly*

A/N: Sorry it's late? *Hides and ducks*

"" Elvish

'' Common

italics symbolize thoughts or voices from the past or else where.

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"Gandalf, you must come quickly!" Lady Celebrian ran towards the Maia, who was talking to another one of his race. The once grayed wizard turned to the lady and looked puzzled.

"Lady Celebrian, I did not expect a visit from you. I thought you would be enjoying yourself with the rest of your reunited family." Gandalf said worriedly, wondering if Estel and Legolas were already back to their old pranks and had gotten hurt once more. He met Celebrian halfway; a sense of foreboding grew in his heart. Those two could cause more trouble then any other being he had ever met.

Celebrian's face paled as she looked at Gandalf's calm eyes. "Then you do not know." Her voice was barely above a whisper, as her heart sank further into her abdomen. She fell to the ground as the weakness in her legs caused her to collapse.

"Nay, I do not fair maiden but tell me what troubles you so." Gandalf told her kindly as he sat himself down next to her.

"Estel has fallen into a deep sleep, one that we could not explain until today when the twins and Legolas told us that they blood bonded Estel to them…" Celebrian started as Gandalf patiently listened to her. After what seems like hours she finally drew near her tale. Her anxiety was obvious in her voice as she spoke now. "…Then Elros sent me to find you, he and I fear that Elrond and Legolas will try something that is dangerous in order to get Estel back."

Gandalf sat quietly for a moment, taking in everything that the Lady of Imladris had told him. "I had heard of the blood bonding, but I never heard of Estel's collapse. I would have warned them not to have done the spell if I had known about it sooner." He said with a sigh, fiddling with his white garments as he spoke.

He rose up, offering his hand to help her up off the ground. The elf took his had willing, pulling herself up. "So will you help us in convincing Elrond that performing this ritual is folly."

…For the one I claim as my own son, keepers of the dead grant me passage into the place were his soul is to regain what is mine. Let me bring my son back to his rightful place at our family's side…

...Allow me passage into the lands of the dead to bring back one that is terribly needed. Grant me safety, so my shieldbrother and I my once more be reunited under the sun and moon…

"That I can not do Lady Celebrian, for as it appears that it was already been done." Gandalf said looking into the distance of the green, heather covered meadow.

Celebrian barely remained standing as the hard words came to her ears. She could not lose any more of her family. A muffled cry flew from her mouth as she covered it, as her sobs came again a new.

Gandalf held her to his chest as he rocked back and forth trying to calm the poor elf. Once her cries had tapered off a little, he spoke quietly to her. "I may not have been able to stop Elrond and Legolas from beginning this venture, but I will watch over them until they return. For they will return, and they will bring back the hope that was taken from your family."

Celebrian just stared at him, "How do you know this Gandalf, what if they never come back from where they have went."

Mithrandir just smiled slightly, "A friend once told me that to know how someone is safe, you must listen to your heart. What does your heart tell you Celebrian?"

"That they will come back." Came the quiet, strained voice.

"Then that is how you know." Gandalf said with a nod as he began to walk Celebrian back to her home.

Curiosity finally got the better of Celebrian as she thought about what Mithrandir had said. "Gandalf, who told you that?"

One word was all it took. "Estel."

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Estel was running blind. He had no idea where it was that he was running to, nor where any sanctuary could be found. Suddenly he ran into something thick and large. Then strong hands on either side grabbed his arms. Estel fought hard against his captor's holds, but even as he tries as he might, he could not break their hold on him.

'We got 'im boys. We gots ourselves the litt'l king of Gondor.' The man that he had run into said in a rough heavily accented words. 'Now we jest have ta take 'im to ta boss an' we be all set.'

'You will not have me at any time!' Estel said boldly as he renewed his struggles, whoever there boss was probably did not want to see him to make a friendly visit.

'We's already gots ja elf-lover, ja ain't go'n to ja elf frinds now.' A second man said as he bond Estel's wrists with rope. So tight he couldn't move his wrists at all. Oh this can't be good…

TBC….