A/N: I feel loved. Hopefully this update is quick enough; I've been otherwise occupied.

Othrilis: Thank you. Speaking of Premonitions, SOMEBODY needs to update, and it sure as heck ain't me. LOL!

Viresse: I love your long reviews. So nice and interesting to read. You sometimes remind me of loose ends that need to be tied up as well. I will finish, I'm almost sure, because this story has got the most reviews per chapter than pretty much all my other stories. And you will be pleased to know you are right on all accounts. Poor little Elrohir.

Rutu: Hmmm, good idea. I never would have thought of that. He may or may not though, I'm not exactly sure HOW elves fade; I'd have to take quite a bit of creative license on that one. Unless you know. Do you? IF ANYONE DOES PLEASE TELL ME!

Andromida-1971: Wow, you to? Maybe I'm not as twisted as I thought.

Tears of Eternal Darkness: I didn't think this evil cliffie was near as evil as the last evil cliffie. Ah well, to each her own.

Inuyashaloverfan: I have updated, as you probably see, considering you're reading this right now!

Darklink231: Don't worry, I won't let either of them die! They're both too precious!

Chapter four: Dismal Dreams, Nightmare Waking

Elrohir was running through a dark forest, calling his twin's name. He tripped over a root and fell painfully onto the hard, cold ground.

"Elladan! Elladan, where are you?" He called as he scrambled to his feet and continued to run. He was looking all around him, so he didn't spot his brother until he ran right into him.

"Oh, Elladan, thank the Valar!" Elrohir said, relieved. "You're alright!"

Elladan was standing abnormally straight and stiff, and he did not reply to his twin's panicky comments. Instead, he pushed Elrohir to the ground and stared down at him with cold, hard, eyes that held none of the usual warmth and love. Then he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming it straight at his confused and frightened brother's heart.

"El! Elladan?"

"I hate you." The older twin said spitefully, sneering at the elf on the ground before he released the bowstring.

"NO!" Elrohir sat bolt upright in bed, sweating, the dream still painfully clear in his mind. Then he started to sob hysterically.

Again, someone embraced him, although it was not Aragorn this time. Elrohir looked up into the sympathetic face… of Glorfindel.

The older elf was like an uncle to both the twins and their best friend Legolas. He had been walking down the hall to his own rooms, (as it was now late at night) when he heard Elrohir's anguished cry and had rushed in to comfort him.

"Did you have a bad dream, Elrohir?" Glorfindel asked, treating the younger elf as though he were still a mere elfling.

The younger twin nodded tearfully into Glorfindel's shoulder.

"It's alright. I'm here now." The older elf soothed, gently stroking Elrohir's hair.

Meanwhile, Elrond and Aragorn were sitting in the healing rooms. Suddenly, Elrond's head snapped up as he came to a conclusion. "Estel, write a letter to king Thranduil for me please. Send for Legolas."

A/N: I know it was short but it'll become more interesting when Leggy gets there.