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A/N: Hey there folks! Well, what do you know, my computer is actually cooperating with me for once. It swallowed my government project whole the other day! WHAH! Now it's working though, shoots computer a suspicious look. Anyway, thank you all so much for your incredible reviews! They have truly made this past week bearable. My schedule this past week, well, you don't want to know. And sunday, oh god, sunday was horendous. You people try working at a card store the day before Valentine's day! Anyway, a huge thank you to my beta enb2004! Love you girlfriend! I hope everyone had a great Valentine's day and as promised, here is Chapter 13. Enjoy!

The same morning, Estel had woken up and was far more lucid that he had been the night before. At the moment, he was glaring fiercely at his brothers, his glare made all the more fierce do to the agony his arm was in. Not that he would admit that of course.

Elladan and Elrohir glared right back at their brother. "Estel, perhaps you did not understand this the first time, so I will repeat myself. You were stabbed all the way through your arm by a psychotic elf who is after your blood. You can not get out of bed yet!" Elladan exclaimed.

"But I feel fine Dan! My arm pains me only a little," Estel said lying through his teeth.

"Valar save us," Elrohir muttered.

"Estel! You were severely injured. If Ada were here, he would not let you out of bed either," Elladan said glaring at his far too obstinate brother.

"Indeed I would not," a wry voice, that could only be their father's, came from behind the twins.

Estel and the twins jumped and turned around, their jaws hanging on the floor. There, right in front of them, was their father and grandmother.

"Now, would somebody care to tell us what exactly is going on here?" Elrond demanded.

The twins and Estel just stared at them in shock, much to Galadriel's amusement. This was a day for this history books. Elrond had managed to shock his sons to the point of silence, which was virtually unheard of!

Elrond glared at his sons in exasperation. "Well? I tried to ask Thranduil and Glorfindel, but they only stared at me before pointing me towards your room Estel. One of you, start talking right now!" he said sharply.

Elrond hadn't meant to come across so sternly, but the past few days he had been beyond worried for Estel. The nightmarish vision had haunted his dreams as well as his waking hours.

Fortunately, his sons somehow seemed to sense that he hadn't meant to be so cross. Elrond watched with interest as Elladan and Elrohir shot silent looks at each other and as Estel rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Fine! If you will not tell him, I shall!" Estel exclaimed at last.

"Do tell us tithen pen," Galadriel said, glaring at the twins who looked as though they were about to stop their little brother from talking.

"I don't really recall all that much, but what I do know is that I was attacked in my room by an insane elf. I wasn't able to hold him off for very long as I was unarmed and he was. He stabbed me right through my arm, the sword going into the floor," Estel said shivering as he remembered the agony that had consumed him.

Elrond frowned grimly as he sat next to Estel and looked at the stab wound. His heart nearly stopped when he saw it was right where Gorothdil had attacked Estel all those years ago. Twas only a coincidence though, nothing more, he tried to convince himself.

Galadriel had not seen the stab wound and was puzzled by the intense anxiety she felt pouring off Elrond in waves. "Did the elf talk to you at all? Did you recognize him?"

"Yes, he talked to me but I did not recognize him. He said that I should remember him and that it was a pity that I didn't. He told me that the stab wound in my arm should be a reminder," Estel said shivering. He never wanted to be in a position like that again.

Elrond and Galadriel were staring at Estel with wide, unbelieving eyes. They couldn't believe it. After 16 years Gorothdil had come back to finish what he had started.

"I have no idea what he was talking about. I certainly have no memory of an elf attacking me before," Estel said leaning against his father wearily.

"No, you wouldn't, you were too young," Galadriel said softly, ignoring the twins who were desperately trying to get her attention.

"I had thought that Gorothdil would have given up after all of these years," Elrond said bitterly.

Estel looked between the twins, his father, and grandmother in confusion. "What in the name of the Valar are you talking about? The twins said that they didn't know who my attacker was. And what do you mean I was too young to remember?"

"Did they now," Galadriel said glaring at the twins, who looked at her meekly. They were in for it now and they knew it.

"Estel, you were attacked by Gorothdil before, when you were much younger. Do you remember having nightmares about the dark and a knife with someone in the background?" Elrond asked.

Estel nodded warily while shooting his brothers his own version of the look.

"Those nightmares were based off reality. When you were four years old, an elf by the name of Gorothdil attacked you and stabbed you in the arm. The very same arm that is currently injured. That is what he meant by a reminder," Elrond said gently.

He knew that this was a lot for his son to take in. So far, Estel seemed to be absorbing it without any problems.

"That would explain the nightmare I had then," Estel said softly. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked the twins looking hurt.

"We are sorry Estel," Elladan said sitting down on the bed next to Estel.

"We only meant to protect you. We did not wish to bring up the old memories which tormented you as a child," Elrohir said joining his twin.

Estel looked at the twins straight in the eye and saw that they had had only his best intentions at heart. "All right, I forgive you. Do not expect me to forget this though!"

Elladan and Elrohir laughed weakly. It was good to hear their little brother joke again.

"All right, enough is enough. You need to get some more rest Estel. That wound is quite serious," Elrond said.

Estel rolled his eyes but did as his father told him. It was far better to fall asleep on his own than be made to swallow one of those vile sleeping draughts.

Elrond watched as his son's eyes slowly closed and fell into a deep sleep. "Elladan, Elrohir, stay with him and watch over him. Your grandmother and I need to talk with Thranduil and Glorfindel," he said quietly.

The twins nodded silently and did not move from their positions on the bed. Silently, they watched as their father and grandmother walked out. Somehow, they got the feeling that Estel's stab wound was only the beginning of what would be a bloody end.

-

Gorothdil sulked as he saw Lord Elrond and the Lady Galadriel come out of the urchins room. He had heard the entire conversation was more than a little disappointed that Elrond had told the brat who he was.

Still, that did not matter. Getting to the brat did. That was proving to be an impossible task however. The urchin was never left alone, not even for a second. He could hardly capture, torture, and kill the brat with every elf in the vicinity hanging around him.

No, it was a feat that was impossible. Gorothdil grinned though as a sudden thought came to him. He had been observing the creature and the elves of Mirkwood for quite some time. He had noticed that the urchin and the youngest Prince of Mirkwood had a very strong relationship, practically brothers. He could use their relationship to his advantage.

Yes, he would capture the youngest prince and lure the urchin to him that way. With an evil grin, Gorothdil snuck away to put his plan into action.

-

Legolas was climbing up the stairs while muttering under his breathe about devious twin monsters. Elladan and Elrohir of course.

They had dared him to get everyone's dinner from downstairs and to bring it up, without spilling. They had insinuated that if he were to not take the challenge, then he could not be considered a true elvish warrior.

Naturally, Legolas's pride took over and he accepted the challenge. As he climbed up the stairs though with the heavy load, he was beginning to wish that he hadn't accepted.

It was nothing short of a miracle that he made it up the stairs without tripping and now, looking at the closed door, he knew that he could never open it without spilling.

Seeing as his hands were full, he none to gently kicked at the door. It was only pure luck that Legolas had stepped back in order to regain his balance, for only seconds later, the door swung open nearly into Legolas and the precarious pile of food he was carrying.

"Legolas! Why did you not get someone to help you," Iaurdil exclaimed as he helped his younger brother into the room.

"It was a dare that I could not refuse," Legolas said glaring at the laughing twins as he put the food down. "Where is everyone else?"

"This is it," Iaurdil said.

"Then who on earth is going to eat all this food?" Legolas asked.

"We are," Elladan said grinning.

Legolas groaned and shook his head. "Estel is still sleeping. Should we not wake him?" At the twins incredulous glances, Legolas shook his head again. "Why do I even bother asking?"

"I don't know brother. One would think you had learned by now," Iaurdil said laughingly.

Legolas scowled and took a swig of his wine.

Iaurdil and the twins laughed at Legolas's expense and proceeded to eat.

After they had eaten, the twins pushed Legolas out of the room and into his own. "Get some rest Legolas. I bet you have had no sleep in quite a few days. See, even your eyes are drooping so you can't tell me that you are not exhausted," Elrohir said.

Legolas sighed but found himself agreeing. He was quite tired and he had gotten little sleep the past few days with everything that had been going on.

"Fear not, I shall sleep tonight," he said while trying to hide a yawn.

Elladan and Elrohir shared a glance. "See that you do mellon nin. We wouldn't want you to fall asleep while guarding Estel," Elladan said.

Legolas scowled but climbed into bed anyway. "Goodnight Legolas," the twins said softly.

Legolas muttered an acknowledgment as the twins closed the door behind him. Within seconds, his eyes had closed and he had fallen into a drugged sleep, completely unaware of Gorothdil's skulking figure hidden in the darkness.

Translations:

Ada: Dad/Daddy

Tithen pen: Little one

Mellon nin: My friend

Tithen gwador: Little brother