I know it took me long to update my story but I needed the time to think about it. I had no idea how to go on but finally pictures came across my mind and I saw the final resolution. I hope I can write the pictures down – even if I think that it's nearly impossible – and I hope you will enjoy the direction of the story.

I don't take it as flaming if you are telling me my faults because I'm totally aware of the fact, that I'm far away from perfect. So please go on telling me!

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Part 6

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Gandalf rose before the first sunbeams fell into his room. He could feel that there was something completely wrong but he couldn't get the source of it. The wizard dressed quickly and left the guest rooms. In the long hallway stood another person with tumbled dark hair. "Mithrandir?" Elladan was confused. He woke because of a nightmare, something elves rarely have, but he wouldn't have expected someone else to be here. "I have to leave now." Gandalf stopped in front of the elf, glad that he met one of the twins. He felt that he had no time to tell Elladan everything. "I felt that something bad happened and I know that if I do not leave immediately, everything that we fought for will be lost."

Elladan cursed the hour of the night. He couldn't grasp what Gandalf tried to say. "But what happened that cannot wait until tomorrow?" Gandalf had no time. "Listen to me! While I'm away you two have to lead Minas Tirith until Aragorn arrives. Do not leave before that. Have you understood?" Elladan nodded his head in agreement. "Yes but what shall we do if someone attacks us?" – "He will not attack you in this way at the moment. But be careful I do not know his twisted mind and maybe everything, that is happening, is planned, I don't know. Be careful. Both of you." The white wizard turned around and headed further through the dark hallway. "When will you return?" Elladan looked after the wizard. Without turning around Gandalf answered. "I do not know. But I will be here in time." Then he vanished in the darkness and Elladan knew that plenty of time had to pass until they will meet again.

Elladan stood there, dressed in a simple coat. "What happened? I could hear voices." Elladan spun around, startled by the new presence. Elrohir looked similar to his twin brother. Both needed their sleep after the long journey. "Gandalf left us. He said that something happened and that he must go. But I don't know why he left. He spoke in riddles." Elrohir came closer; his thoughts were leading to one question. "Do you think that it has something to do with Aragorn or Legolas?" – "I have asked me the same question but I don't think so. Gandalf mentioned that we should lead Minas Tirith until Aragorn arrives, so I guess that our little brother is alright." Elrohir still was worried.

Elladan yawned. "Actually, why are you awake?" Elrohir looked uneasy. "I think I had a nightmare and after that I couldn't sleep anymore. And you?" Elladan had a bad suspicion. "I had a nightmare too. I don't think that this is by chance. I cannot recall what happened but I think that maybe Gandalf had the same dream and maybe he could remember what it was about and left because of that." Elrohir wasn't convinced. "I think that there is more about it than we are able to guess. I only hope that Aragorn and Legolas return soon." Elladan nodded in agreement. The twins yawned together. Elladan grinned. "I think we should sleep before we do anything else." – "Sleep well El." Elrohir entered his room and went to bed.

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Legolas could feel the pain flowing through his body. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the ceiling of his room but he lay on the cold floor and no longer in his bed. Questions came into his mind until he saw that Aragorn lay beside him; a small wound covered the back of his head. Legolas heaved himself on his good arm, trying to ignore the pain it caused. "Estel?" The man shifted slightly and a low moan escaped his lips. Aragorn sensed another presence near him and he was fully alert. The elf reached out a hand to touch his friend on the shoulder but before it reached its aim Aragorn grabbed the elfs hand and twisted it away from him. The man recognized his fault with the cry of pain from Legolas. "Legolas?" Estel released the hand and sat up, near to his friend. "I'm sorry, I thought it was him." The twist of his hand had painful ripped on Legolas' wounded shoulder. Through gritted teeth the blond elf whispered. "It's ok I shouldn't have startled you this way."

Aragorn stood up. He reached out a hand to look after the wound on his head. Through his hair he could feel moist. The king looked at his hand, on his fingertips was crimson blood. The wound throbbed but he could see proper and so he believed that it wasn't a concussion or at least a mild one. Legolas stood up with the help of his friend. "We should head to Minas Tirith. Gandalf was there, he was the one that sent me away. I think he is the only one finding a way out of this threatening situation. We aren't safe here and I think you shouldn't be here at the moment." Legolas understood what his friend wanted to say. He could feel the longing after his father, the grief. It would be his death to stay here, in his fathers' palace. "I agree with you mellon nîn. I'm really glad that you are here. Hannon le." Aragorn could hardly understand the last words but it was enough. He too was glad that he could save his friend if only for a while.

The two made it to their horses. The other elves were surprised that their prince left them already. He was now the one to be king. Legolas choose a representative as long as he was gone. He only hoped that this was a good idea but on the other side was the thought that he should rule over this realm something he didn't want to do. He wanted to go away, to flee from his duty and never come back. The weight of the situation seemed to crush him down.

Aragorn helped Legolas to mount his horse. The elf didn't complain about it, this worried the man greatly. After he mounted Brego, he threw a quick glace at his friend. He only hoped that it wasn't too late. Many elves died because of grief. But it shouldn't be the reason for the death of his friend at all. He would help him at all it costs.

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Elladan woke with the first sunbeams. He dressed quickly and went into the dining room where some people arranged plates of food. The twin didn't know why they tried hard but just at the moment he forgot his questions and followed his hungry stomach. Elladan rounded the tables with food and grabbed what seemed to be tasty. The elf could see no familiar face so he took a lonely seat in a corner. Elrohir is late. His brother normally woke together with him. It doesn't matter if they slept in two different places. It was something they shared through their bond as twins. But in this moment it was odd. Elladan decided to wait a little longer until he would go and see after his brother. Slowly he chewed his breakfast.

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The elf grinned. How easy it was to sneak past the guards. He climbed through the window. His aim lay there, slumbered in a deep sleep, eyes open. The fun just began and it would turn out into something that not even he could foresee. His mind wandered back to the elf prince. He could see them riding towards Minas Tirith. They will be all here. It will make everything easier but a little bit boring too. He had hoped that he could chase them for a while.

Green eyes wandered back to the large bed on the right. It was covered with white, like the carpets and curtains. The elf didn't like it. It was too monotonous and seemed to produce a false perfection in purpose, that didn't exist. With light footsteps the elf paced to the bed. The person in it didn't stir in his sleep. That was his chance. It was planned to be this night. The sun would soon rose and the black dressed elf knew that this person would rise early. In his left hand was a bottle full of black liquid.

With his right hand Gwann-Agar grabbed Elrohir chin and before the twin knew what happened to him a thick liquid was forced down his throat. The attack was too sudden to react. The elf in the bed tried to struggle but the lack of air and the panic caused him to swallow. Gwann-Agar released the retching elf. Elrohir tried to control himself but the taste was too much for him to bear. The metallic in this liquid reminded him at the taste of blood. Before the elf could fully recover the bottle was shoved between his teeth again. This time Elrohir got his control back und kicked out at the attacker, catching him in the side.

Gwann-Agar wouldn't have expected such a resistance. The kick was hard but he didn't even stumble. Elrohir sprung up from the bed, facing the other elf. "I knew you would come back." Gwann-agar smirked. "I don't think that you would have expected me at this time of day." Elrohir had to admit that he was still shocked that the other one could easily sneak up on him, let alone sneak in a town like Minas Tirith. A strange feeling floated through his body. It did not feel painful but nevertheless it felt disturbing. "Ah, now you feel it. I would have wished that it makes it through your system that fast but I would have never believed it." Elrohir tried to speak but no word passed his lips. His knees gave away and he landed in a heap upon the ground. "But to your dislike I'm not yet finished with you." Gwann-Agar bent down and forced the bottle between Elrohirs parted teeth. "Swallow it!" The elf on the ground did obey without hesitation but not because he wanted it to do but because of the lack of response in his body.

The bottle was empty and Elrohir sacked on the ground, unconscious. Gwann-Agar dragged the twin on the bed and laid him under the covers, just like he lay there before. The dark elf didn't want the others to be suspicious. If his plan worked out they would destroy each other without his help. Gwann-Agar ran to the window and threw one last glance through the room. No one had seen him and he had left no sign. The bottle was still in his hand. This mixture between orc blood and evil was a rare one but one of the strongest he had ever known. With a smirk on his face Gwann-Agar sprang down the window and landed safe on his feet.

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Elladan waited another hour until the worry pressed him to look after his brother. It was just not right. Many people were eating in the room; unlike when the elf first came in here, the room was filled. The twin could feel the eyes on him since the first man came in. Despite the time he remained in Minas Tirith he was nevertheless something people haven't seen often before.

Elladan stood up, ignoring the obviously stares and walked away in direction of the guest rooms, where he and his brother were accommodated. The hallway was filled with slight sunbeams. The departure of Gandalf came into the elfs mind and he wondered if it was a good idea to stay here without the help of the wizard. He seemed to be the only person that truly knew what was going on. Elladan sighed, standing before his brothers' chamber. He knocked at the door. At first softly but his brother didn't react. The twin tried to listen but no sound came to his pointed ears.

The worried elf knocked louder. Again there was no answer. Elladan opened the door without hesitation. The room was filled with sunlight but the figure on the bed lay unmoving. "Elrohir?" His twin brother asked softly but with growing worry. Elladan knelt down, his eyes on the same level with his brothers' unseeing ones. "Elrohir?" This time he said it louder, with success. Elrohir did not only stir but he screamed like stabbed by a sword and stumbled out of bed on the opposite side of where Elladan knelt. "Easy! Everything is fine. It was just a nightmare." The second one! Elladan wondered if it could be normal for elves to have two nightmares in a year but within one night was clearly not a good sign.

Elrohirs haunted expression eased when realisation came to him. "El? What?… What happened?" – "I have no idea brother. But I believe that you just had another nightmare. And it seems as if it was a really bad one." Elrohir tried to control his shaking hands. "It was too real for my taste. I dreamed that Gwann-Agar was here in my room and attacked me. I dreamed other nasty things but when I think about them, I'm convinced, that they were rather memories than a dream." Elladan could see the deep shudder that passed through his brother.

"Now it's over. I suggest you get dressed and then I accompany you to your breakfast. You seem to need one." Elladan laughed at the mock hurt expression of his brother. The dream seemed to be forgotten. Elrohir fought against his tousled hair but his forehead lay in wrinkles. "I hope that Aragorn and Legolas arrive soon. I have a bad feeling about them." – "I know what you mean. I feel it too."

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"Legolas?" Aragorn threw a worried glance to his friend. The elf's body was slightly bent forward, leaning on the horse. His usually proud shoulders were hanging down. They rode without break. It wasn't something Aragorn wanted but Legolas. The blond archer had the expression of a haunted one on his face and sadness in his eyes. It feared Aragorn to no end. Half the time the man thought about loosing Legolas and the other half he thought about what they had to expect from Gwann-Agar.

Aragorn stopped his horse. Legolas didn't even notice it. In lighter times Aragorn would have laughed about the total confusion of the elf but right now it was frightening how fast Legolas was sliding into seclusion. "Legolas? I think we should camp here and eat something. My stomach is killing me." The blond elf turned his horse and nodded.

"Are you hungry, mellon nin?" – "No." Aragorn looked at the trembling hands of his friend. He couldn't bear it any longer. The king stood up and sat down beside Legolas. "Speak to me. I want to help you but I'm only able to if you let me. Please! I have not the strength to watch you die because of something you greatly suffer from." Legolas didn't know where to start. The pain in his shoulder was nearly gone. The elf wished the pain would be there again. It would be something to distract himself from the deep, great pain in his heart.

Legolas could understand the need to help from Aragorn; he would try everything by himself if it would be the other way around. And so Legolas tried to form the feelings and the pain he felt. "I don't know. There is so much going on. I am to be the king of the realm but I don't even know where to start. I had not enough time to learn everything. My father always said that he would teach me one day but this day will never come." Legolas quickly wiped the tears away, which were welling up in his eyes. Aragorn laid an arm around his friend's shoulders. "He is gone. I know that somewhere inside of me there is a will to live further but it's so hard. And that's not yet all. There is this filthy damn elf that murdered him. What did he want to reach with it? Why has he killed my father and not me? I'm the one he wants."

Legolas shook off the arm of Aragorn and stood up. "I am the one you want. Come here and face me you filthy bastard. I am the one…" The screams echoed through the trees. Aragorn stood up and took the shaking elf in his arms. "We will find him, I promise. And then he wont be able to hurt anyone anymore." The blond elf trembled and the man could feel wet tears running down his neck.

After their short break they started to go further. Aragorn was fully aware of the eyes watching them. The man tried to ignore them. As long as they did not attack, they were his minor worry. The last words from Legolas were still in his mind. "I will need you if I want to go on." And Aragorn promised it. He gave his word that he would be there, whatever his friend needed.

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Gwann-Agar watched the twins going out of the room. They had no idea. Soon he would visit the one again. Forcing him to drink and destroy their peace in a cruel way. The elf smirked. Sometimes he had perfect plans in his mind.

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