Finally, I have updated! -suppressed sigh- Remind me that I have to blow up all the schools. Yeah sorry about not updating I have been crammed full of work, and I had too much to do! But, here is another update. Not as long as the others, 'coz I still have tonnes of work to do and with this constant nag of a writer's block, its hard to write good stuff for a long time.

Discalimer: Im lazy, so check out Chapter 1 .

Groaning for the umpteenth time in a few minutes, Elladan flopped backwards onto his bed and mentally kicked himself for falling on his arm. This was not helping, he had tried and tried to tell this ghost that his body wasn't dead and that there was a chance of him going back. The last thing Elladan needed on his hands was a pessimistic other-worldly being!

Turning to the depressed ghost he frowned when he didn't see him. With a shrug and a roll of his eyes, Elladan tried to remember what Estel could have possibly forgotten what to do before he went into a coma. Running a list off his head wasn't helping or counting everything on his fingers didn't help neither! There was too much to remember. He'd think of new things, but forget the few he already thought of.

But, there was one event that kept on returning to him: Estel had forgotten, in his amused state, to say goodbye to his girlfriend Arwen. Maybe that's what he had forgotten what to do. It was worth a shot. The fact still remained though, did Estel remember Arwen, he didn't remember any of the twins - even that took some convincing

Rolling of the bed and landing on his knees with a thud, Elladan pushed aside the dull throb coming from his arm, and went in search for his twin. He didn't have to look far, he only needed to look up, really. Smiling sheepishly when Elrohir threw him a fed up look, he accepted the help up and sat on the edge of the bed. 'Ro, I've been thinking. Maybe were looking at this whole problem wrong. Maybe Estel did forget something, but before the whole Edomir catastrophe'.

Taking in this new hope Elrohir nodded, 'Maybe, but Estel is old Elladan, it could be anything!'

'But, it's our only hope, I mean Estel forgot to say goodbye to Arwen. I was thinking, that maybe, that could be it?'

'Dan, even if it was, Arwen is in Lothlorien and…' Turning a grinning face towards his brother Elrohir's eyes glinted with a plan.

Catching this malicious look he was receiving Elladan caught on what Elrohir was implying. With a fierce glare he ignored all his brother's efforts to convince him to do something that he was sure he would be teased with for the rest of his damned immortal life.

Giving a fake pout Elrohir went for a new approach, 'But, gwandur nin, you must, after all, you have Arwen's eyes, and you do have more of a shape than I do, your hips and bum are HUGE!'

'No, and no and… excuse me? Have you seen yourself lately? Putting on a few pounds there brother dear'. Elladan smirked and poked his brother's stomach for a bit of emphasis. He turned around and eased himself of the bed. Elladan looked over his back and then gave a questioning look to his brother. 'Seriously 'Ro, do I really have big cheeks?'

Slapping his for head Elrohir dismissed the question and carried on. 'But 'Dan, you have no choice in the matter, remember…you lost that bet. The one about Glorfindel and Erestor', when Elrohir saw his brother pale and slowly shake his head, he knew he had won. 'Now, this is my task for you'. He tackled his brother to the bed and sat on his chest.

'Blast it all Elrohir! Fine. Do as you must, you just want to see my legs, don't you?'

Elrohir dusted his hands pleased and took in his creation before him. A long white floating dress, with trimmings of blue, draped across the floor, swinging gently in the wind. Raven hair was tied back in an intricate design, accompanied with a delicate headdress. But there was one thing wrong, the normal red lips of his sister weren't smiling, there were in fact curling up in a snarl, and the blue eyes usually bright with laughter, were narrowed with a slight malevolence.

Elrohir stood and made his way over to his transformed brother. Elrohir had tried as best as he could to make his very manly brother into the fair maiden his sister was. He had even given his brother a bust. Sneaking into the kitchen and grabbing two of the largest oranges he could find was quite a challenge with his leg. Elrohir patted his brother's shoulder. 'Don't worry, you are, actually very convincing'.

Elladan gave an irritated huff and folded his arms over his chest. 'When I said he may have forgotten to say goodbye didn't mean we had to re-inact everything!'

'Shhh, don't be such a spoil sport. Now, when Estel gets here you have to be less you and more Arwen. And don't argue, or say you can't, you've known her for over a millennium now!' Satisfied, Elrohir looked around for some way to get the ghost back.

'I just need to get Estel back, first'. Elrohir thought of when the ghost appeared last time. The ghost had always thought that The Last Homely House was his, all Elrohir had to do was to cause some sort of damage to the house, and he might come. Dragging 'Ella' to the library, Elrohir formulated the plan in his head.

When they reached the library, Elrohir peaked through the grand doors to make sure no-one was there. When he saw no-one he shoved his brother through and closed the doors behind him. Elrohir ran…or rather hobbled to the bookcase. Grabbing a handful of books, he pulled them off the shelf and continued to do so until there was a shriek behind him. 'About time!'

Estel took in the horror before him, the people he thought were his brothers were destroying his home! 'Hey! Stop. You are so going to clean that up. Now!'

Elrohir spun round and motioned Elladan over. 'Estel, do you remember that you once had a girlfriend?' He saw the ghost stand still for a moment, and think. After a few seconds, the ghost nodded. 'Of course how can I forget? She was the most beautiful being I ever laid eyes one.'

From behind him, Elladan scoffed. 'Sure, he can remember Arwen, but doesn't even recognise his brothers. Why am I doing this?'

Chuckling and pushing the unexpecting Elladan forward, who almost fell forward when he tripped over his own clothes, Elrohir nodded. He saw his brother quickly roll up the dress in his hands, just so he could walk better and showed off his rather un-ladylike legs.

Hissing into Elladan's ear, Elrohir gave a quick admonishing, 'I may want to see you legs, but Estel most certainly don't'. Elladan stared down and flushed slightly when he saw how much skin he was showing. He immediately dropped the gown so it fell into rivers at his feet.

The said spectre was staring rather confused at the pair, just standing planted on the spot, as if I had seen ghost. 'Well', Elrohir mused, 'he just saw 'Dan's legs, I would be a bit tedious, at best.'

With a shaky and high-pitched voice, Elladan started off the conversation, 'Hello, Estel.' Elladan watched as his see-through brother inched forward and taking a ghostly hand gently placed it on his cheek, as if he was drawing warmth from it. When the hand withdrew, Elladan felt as if his cheek had frozen over. It was even cold to the touch.

Estel smiled and tilted his head to the side. 'I never thought I would see you again. You haven't forgotten about me have you?'

Elladan gently shook his head and took in the face of obviously upset brother. Before Elladan could say anything, the ghost came forward a little closer this time, placing his wavering hands on Elladan's and stared deep into his eyes. 'I will always fight on for you, I swear. I hope to be out of this soon and then we will be truly reunited. I had always regretted in the back of my mind, never saying goodbye. I just hope I won't be regretting that forever'.

Elrohir turned around and hung his head and let salty tears fall. Never before had he seen Estel do something or hear something like that before. But at least, he remembered someone. It had been a while, maybe Estel could remember what happened and give them a little more light on his forgotten mission.

When Elrohir turned around once more, he saw both his brothers on their knees trying to give each other a hug. He heard Elladan mumbling something incoherent even for him. Though he heard Estel reply loud and clear. 'What ever, I will try to remember truly I will, take me where you wish.'

Then it struck him Elrohir knew what Elladan had asked him. They were going back to the woods, to see if anything helped the ghost to remember, and hopefully remember his mission. But, how could they? There wasn't a hope in the Valar that their Ada would let them go.

When he looked up from the floor, he saw the ghost was gone, and Elladan stood there, still on knees, crouched forward, shoulders shaking. Before Elrohir could move an inch, he heard his brother groan and in one quick fluid motion rise up from his position on the floor and in a multitude of robes, dashed out the door. 'What the…'

When Elladan was in the safety of his room, he fell forward, barely managing to catch himself with his good arm. Stripping down quickly and donning a red tunic and simple pants, he tried to contain his pain. But it was no good. A burning sensation was enveloping his senses, and all he could feel was pain.

Clutching his arm against he chest, he tried to forget about the pain and tried to get rid of the lurching feeling in his stomach. 'Why did this come on so randomly?' Giving out another groan, Elladan closed his eyes tightly and huddled against the end of his bed.

Bile started to rise up into his mouth and before he could even take a step to the bathroom, his stomach turned painfully and he retched up everything he had eaten. Spluttering slightly, Elladan spat out the rest of what his stomach brang out from his mouth and stared mutely at what he saw.

Tiny dots of red were splashed on the polished floor.

He was quickly brought out of his horror when he heard banging on the door. 'Dan? It's Ro! What's wrong'.

Taking a deep breath, Elladan managed to reply shakily, 'Nothing Ro, I merely needed a wee'. Swallowing the bile that was threatening to rise once again, he continued. 'I'm alright'.

'Well, If you're okay, can you at least let me in? What did you say the Estel back there?'

When Elrohir head no reply, he began to worry. 'Hey, Elladan, come on, let me in.' He heard some shuffling coming from inside the room and before he could speak any more, the door creaked open and a very pale looking Elladan appeared at the doorway, leaning on it for some support. 'Your sure you're okay?'

With a quick nod Elladan answered his brother's question and opened the door more and let him in. 'If only you knew 'Ro, but I can't tell you. You would tell Ada, and then I couldn't help anyone. I've just got to hold for now. This will soon be over'. Stumbling slightly, when he pushed himself off the doorframe, Elladan shut the door and joined his brother inside. They had a lot to talk about this night.

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