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A/N: Hi sorry this is late in the making. I have exams this week and it was a little hard typing when I was wrapping up things for last semester and studying. (That means you can't shoot me, I have one more to go!) I hope you enjoy this chapter though, warning though Estel is only mentioned in this chapter.

Schizo13: You know hell is an interesting choice if a word…. As for Elrond and Legolas they are trying as hard as they can. We'll just have to see what happens. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

nickole: Your wish is my command, here is the next chapter for you.

ky: Thank you! I hope you like this one too.

grumpy: I didn't kill him. Celeborn and Galadriel are pessimistic. Well at least Galadriel is, Celeborn is still keeping his hopes up. He's just not voicing that at this point. I am glad you liked the flashback, yes I think we'll see what it so scary in Indilles that night and maybe why he is so afraid of the dark. Mysteries are very good things aren't they? I hope you like this chapter as well.

Elven Kitten: *grins and laughs* Here you go, I hope you like this chapter as much as the other one! I think this one is kind of interesting.

AlexMistressSquirrel: Yeah, poor guy. I am seriously beginning to think Estel deserves an award for all the stuff I am putting him through. But he'll get back… I think.

Italics are thoughts

'common tongue'

"elvish"

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Elrond felt as if he had been wandering around for hours on end getting really no where. But suddenly he realized he heard voices, harsh deep voices, but they were human voices. Maybe they knew if Estel had passed this way. Elrond walked quickly towards the voices.

The feel of cold metal could be felt pressing into his neck. A small sharp object, a knife. 'Na wat da wa 'ave 'ere?'

Elrond felt his hair being left, but he didn't dare to move. ' It's an elf! Shoulda known after t'at boy spoke that magic language.'

Even though these men were threatening his life, his heart could not help but leap when he heard that they knew of Estel. His son was alive out there somewhere and he would find him soon, he would. But first Elrond had to get away from these men.

Quickly Elrond raised his hand and placed his fingers between the blade and his neck and pulled the blade away from his throat. He barely felt the blade pierce his skin of his left hand before he had the knife that had held him hostage in his possession and holding the man who had sneaked up on him pinned to the ground.

'Where is the boy you spoke of.' When he received no answer, he pressed down on the blade harder. 'Where is the man that speaks Elvish.'

'Wy s'ould I tell ya elf? Wat in it for me?' The man glared at the half elf towering over him with his knife in his hand.

But when the man looked into the silver eyes, he saw a fury that made his blood run cold. 'You get to live longer.' The answer was simple but the emotion behind it was equal to all the weight of every treasure on Middle Earth.

''E's west of 'ere. Jest keep walkin' straigt t'at way and ya be all set.' He pointed left from where he was on the ground. The crook had no intention now of getting his life ended, since he had just gotten here and he did in fact value his life more then all the money in the world.

Elrond nodded slowly, reading the man's eyes to make sure he wasn't lying. 'Thank you.'

Then Elrond pushed his finger down on the man's pressure point on his neck and watched silently as the man's body passed out on the ground. No one left to follow him, now to find his son.

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"Why did you let him go! You stole him! You stole him!" Arwen was screaming so loud that Celebrian and Galadriel thought that their eardrums were going to split.

"We did nothing to cause this to happen iel-nin. Something else is at work here." Celebrian tried to explain quietly, trying to reason with her daughter.

"No, you did. You stole him, give me back my husband." Arwen screeched in a fury. She tried to reach out to strangle her grandmother, but was blocked by her mother.

"This is not your grandmother's fault Arwen, you know this in your heart of hearts." Celebrian was trying desperately not to get angry at her daughter's grief. They had done nothing of the sort; in fact they were trying to get Estel back with everything they had. The Valar had no control of the human realms of the dead, so they could offer no aid in Elrond and Legolas' quest.

"You took him Grandmother, you stole Estel and I. We should have died, but you stole us from death." Arwen hissed, moving closer to Galadriel. "You are a fool to think it would work. They are coming now. They are coming."

"Arwen…" Celebrian started to defend her mother, but a hand upon her shoulder stopped her from doing so. Arwen turned around and walked over to her red blanketed bed, on which she fell down upon. She faced away from her mother and grandmother, falling into her perfect world where Estel was still alive and they were happy.

"Arwen is right iel-nin, I did something wrong. I did disrupted what was meant to be." The quiet voice of Galadriel said. "I think you should take rest hen-nin, for you have had a weary set of days."

"Naneth it is not possible…" Once again Celebrian was silenced, this time the voice was more firm as her mother grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room. The Lady of Imladris tried to free herself from her mother's grip, but her mother was too strong for her.

"You are going to rest Celebrian. And you are going to do so this night." Galadriel opened the door, pushing her daughter out in the hall where her husband stood waiting. Celeborn had come as soon as he had heard the shrill shouting. "Celeborn take your daughter to her room and make sure she rests."

Celeborn smiled slightly, "Of course a'mael (beloved) I will do so immediately." He put his arm around his shoulder giving his daughter opportunity to escape back into her daughter's room, but she did not do so.

Celebrian was tired as her mother said and was ready to have someone take care of her after all the emotions surrounding Estel, Arwen, Elrond and Legolas. The image of her husband and the young prince lying motionless next to Estel was burned permanently into her memory. The last few days had probably been among the most stressful of her entire life, aside from her dealings with the yrchs (orcs) that had sent her to the Valinor in the first place.

So she just took her father's lead and went to her bedroom. When Galadriel was sure that Celebrian was gone to rest, she closed the door and walked over to the bed. Carefully she sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at her granddaughter.

"Arwen I am truly sorry I did not mean for this to happen. I thought I was doing us all a favor when I left the book in plain sight." Arwen didn't respond to Galadriel's words, she was too wrapped up in the world that she created in her mind to even hear her.

Gingerly Galadriel reached her hand over and brushed the hair off of Arwen's forehead. There was no response; the she elf didn't even flinch back from Galadriel's touch. "What am I going to do now? I have toyed with things that were not in my power to control. How am I to reach you?"

A warm, dark yet light, soft voice whispered, "You can just sit with her and show her how much you love her. Tell her not to give up hope in her husband, speak of good things and times."

Galadriel turned around to see the young woman holding a tray in her hands. On the tray were grapes, oranges, some bread, and tender beef. Also there was some beef soup and a pitcher of water balancing precariously on the top of the wooden tray. Slowly the girl began to walk towards Galadriel, although her eyes hadn't lit upon Galadriel's face, since she was trying to balance everything on the small vessel, her eyes were on the ground mapping out each step that she took.

"Tindomerel." That caused the young woman to left her face up and almost to drop the platter; but she managed to keep a hold of it as she began to blush. It was rare to hear the complete formal Quenyan version of her name. Usually it wasn't used so as not to cause hostility about the history of the Sindarin version of the name that was associated with hers. Only a few people called her by that version of her name, due to the fact they did not disapprove of what or who her father had actually named her after and Lady Galadriel was one of them.

"Lady Alatariel (ancient form of Galadriel)." Tindomiel replied in a reverent voice. She managed to reach the small rosewood table located in the center of Arwen's room. Quickly the girl placed the tray on the table without spilling any water. "I have brought you food so as your may lessen any stress you have."

"I do not know if that is true Tindomerel." Galadriel said as she stared at her granddaughter lying on the bed. "I fear nothing will take this stress away besides a miracle."

Tindomiel smiled slightly. She knelt down near Galadriel, gently catching the elf-lady's chin with her left hand and turning her face towards her. "Arwenamin, (milady, informal) Alatariel I know it will not do much, but I would feel much better if you have eaten something. There are too many in this house that are not taking care of themselves properly and I fear that it will cause problems for those that they are treating if the healers themselves are not refreshed. Even if it is just a simple cold meal of beef, soup, fruit and corn bread." She got up

Galadriel looked over at the young girl, staring at Tindomiel had grown a second head. The girl decided to clarify, since Galadriel wasn't even attempting to read her mind. May this confuse could be used to get something she truly desired to see for a long time.

"Gil-Galad, Elladan, Elrohir, Gimli, Mithrandir and Thranduil are all here and all of them are refusing to leave certain people's sides. Though Ada and muindor-nin are not any better." Tindomiel sighed, as she began to arrange the food on the table. "I am seriously beginning to wonder about all these males, they are a strange breed of creature."

Although it was really not that funny, Galadriel laughed in spite of herself. The girl's sense of humor bordered on odd, yet it made sense in a strange way. "In other words they have infuriated you by exiling you to do all the cooking and cleaning. And then they have refused to eat what it is that you cooked."

Tindomiel looked up in mock surprise, but her eyes lit up, just a little more to get the complete effect … "Aye, how did you guess? It seems that they are not hungry although they asked for the food. So I am retreating for a while before I move on with my next strategy for attack." She looked at Galadriel for a moment and was encouraged by the elf lady try to hide her laughter.

Then a grin lit her lips for half a second. "Though I know naught why I bother, I have never been all to good with cooking. I remember burning someone's dress yet I cannot remember who." Tindomiel trailed off and watched Galadriel carefully.

That got a smile out of the elven queen, perfect! "There we go, it is very good to see a smile. It seems as if a thousand years have passed by without someone smiling."

Galadriel sobered after that statement, and Tindomiel noticed the change quickly and rushed over to the powerful being's side. She watched patiently as Galadriel began to speak. "We have lost something of great value that effects us all."

Tindomiel sighed; will this despair never end? "You are almost as bad as Prince Legolas, Arwenamin (my lady). For he too spoke in such a dreary tone and with such a lack of estel."

"Legolas spoke of this as well?" Galadriel was surprised to hear this; it was not like Legolas to react in that way. Her full attention was now upon the girl.

"Aye before he left with Uncle Elrond. It....it was bad." Tindomerel looked down at her boots, playing with the long blue tunic she wore. Then the girl looked up her grey eyes shone a serious light in them. "But you must not give up estel."

"He is gone from us, he lies motionless on his bed." Galadriel paused for a moment to look at the raven-haired child directly in the eyes, which Tindomiel met without hesitation. "I fear he will take more then Arwen with him out of grief."

Galadriel brushed the hair out of Arwen's face, how is it that they came to this point. She brought her hand away from Arwen's hair only to suddenly feel a small, strong hand grab hers

"But the youngest Elrondion is still alive, thus estel lives, as Estel the person still lives. You cannot give up on something because it seems impossible." Tindomiel paused for a moment, then smiled slightly, catching the elf queen's eyes. "Miracles do happen Galadriel."

Galadriel nodded with a sigh, looking down at Arwen again. "Aye, but I wish Arwen would see that as well."

Tindomiel looked down at her cousin, her eyes loving and caring. "She will Galadriel, she will in time. Even despair meets its end sooner or later." Tindomiel bent over cousin's head and kissed her forehead gently. "Undomiel, sleep peacefully for all will be well once more. Estel will come back to his rightful house and all will be at peace once more. Soon."

Tindomiel was going to turn and go, when she finally caught a glimpse of Lady Galadriel's face, especially her eyes. They were brimming with tears. So Tindomiel did something very uncharacteristic of her, she sat down on Arwen's bed and pulled the elven queen into a hug. Galadriel was shocked, Tindomiel rarely let people touch her and it was rare for her to hug others. But the hug was reassuring and in a strange way it caused her to believe in the woman's words; Estel would come out of this alive, Arwen would survive, as would they all. The two of them sat there watching Arwen fall into sleep, never speaking a word. For each knew what was on the other's thoughts….

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"Elladan, what are we to do?" Elrohir asked his brother hesitantly as the walked the long halls of their father's home. He took in nothing of his surroundings and if asked would not be able to recall what was in that hall to save his life.

"I know not muindor, I am at a loss." Elladan said quietly with a sigh. "Our tithen muindor is out there beyond the edge of the world and here we are helpless to aid him in any ways shape or form."

Elrohir paused for a moment, then stopped completely and looked over at his older brother. "Do you think that Ada will find him in time?"

Elladan closed his eyes. "I sincerely hope that he will, I do not know if the Valinor would be as happy or healing as it was if he does not."

Then quickly he turned to his younger brother. "But we must have faith that Estel will get through this. We must, for we must not give into despair." He gripped Elrohir's shoulder tightly as if it was the only way to hold on to the promise that he had made.

"Nay, we must never give in for Amme's sake as much as Estel's." Elrohir said in agreement, grabbing his brother's shoulder to complete the promise. "But I cannot get rid of this feeling of dread that has taken hold in my stomach. And my back feels as if it is on fire."

Elladan nodded slowly, "As does mine, yet I know naught what it means. I wish Ada were here to help us. He would know why this is happening to others and us. Yet iston (I know) that where he is Ada will do the most good in saving Estel."

Elrohir bit his lip. "Maybe Uncle Elros knows what is happening. I mean, he is Ada's muindor. Maybe…"

Elladan's eyes lit up; "Aye I was just thinking that, it is a possibility even if there is a chance that it is an incorrect assumption."

"It is not an incorrect assumption, I feel it in my heart, muindor. He will know or at least have an idea of what has occurred." Elrohir gave his twin a grin. "Elros has to know something, he has to."

But as they walked off they could not stop thinking of Estel and wondering where this pain was coming from. Hopefully their uncle would know. Hold on tithen muindor, Ada is coming for you. Just hold on a little longer. Please just hold on…

TBC…

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