Yay, another update, and this time we find out what the weird coin is all about. Arwen sees for herself the full extent of Elladan's illness and the weird happenings in Imladris. Plus, Aragorn now knows for sure what is causing the poison. But did he realise it in time? Poor Elladan, has seemed to have held out as long as he can, and well... you'll see what happens. Aragorn had better tell Elrohir everything and fast, they need to act... ummm... now. And dear Elladan has a part this time. But it is a little one.

Just read on and apologies for it's length. Its amazing how much you could write when you have ideas in your head.

Chapter 16: Realisation
Discalimer: Chapter 1

Elrond peered into the never ending darkness, his hands gripping the edge of the windowsill tightly, mindful of the shattered glass and carefully looking for any movement. There was none. 'No one could survive a fall like that'. Elrond pulled back slowly stretching out cat like with a drawn out sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair and gently shook his head in the mess that littered the floor.

Taking another quick glance out of the window and then turning to his sons, he reported, 'Sorry, I could see no sign of Edomir, but I doubt he could survive a fall like that'. He saw Elrohir's gaze hit the floor, and Aragorn eyes just shone in malice. 'If he did survive, I think that was not the last of him. Estel, what do you think he was here for?'

Still glaring holes into Edomir's dagger which lay abandoned on the floor he meagrely pointed to his side table. 'He wanted that Ada', finally his gaze was torn from the dagger, its full attention set on his father, 'I have no idea what he wanted it for'.

Elrohir shifted from his position and settled himself on the bed, so he could have a better look at the mysterious object. Speaking for the first time in the last 20 minutes, he caught everyone's attention, even though he voice was soft and distant, 'I've seen that design before, intricate as it may be, the thing itself is not as innocent as it appears'. The ebony haired Elf paused for a moment, before leaving his place from the bed and slowly walking up to the table, he grasped the golden coloured object, twirling it in his hands, fingers grazing over the engravings, his eyes set hard, face firm.

He looked up again, and turned his attention on his father and brother, and holding it out for his father to take it, Elrohir continued, 'In my travels with Elladan, way before your were born gwandur, we came across an abandoned cave, just on the other side of the Misty Mountains. We settled inside for protection against the storm. My twin, as curious as he were, went on both of our behalf to check the place out. Etched on the wall was those same markings. Turned out that they were a sign, a trademark as it were for an alchemist, a dark one at that. Feared and revered. He produced spells, magic and potions for the causes of both evil and good. Information on him is nearly non existent and it took me weeks to get even that much information I just told you. But what confuses me is this', he took back the coin and turned it over pointing to a marking which looked like a egg with a ten sided star in it. 'Never before have I seen something like that. This thing here is most probably something from that alchemist, but whether it is for good or evil, I cannot tell'.

Elrond's face crumbled into deep concentration. 'I will look into it. Now, tell me Estel, where did you get this from?'

Aragon rubbed at his temples with two fingers, when his eyes reopened, a look of fear passed through them. 'Events are hazy Ada, but I think I may have found it after my fight with Edomir near the pub'.

With a quick nod Elrond gazed at the object again, then made his way over to Aragorn. 'How do you feel? Were you hurt at all?' The man shook his head. Still not convinced he narrowed his eyes to give the best scrutinizing gaze he could muster. 'Ada, I swear I am fine. I still feel a little light headed, but that cannot be helped now'. He caught the small smirk his fathers lips turned into. 'No, Ada, I am not drinking none of that 'special tea' of yours. I have to tell you something…'

Elrond contemplated the thought for a few seconds. His son did seem fine on the exterior, his 'sleep' letting his body heal, yet he could tell that Aragorn was sleepy. He held up his hand to halt Aragorn's words, ' I am aware of that, I have feeling what you need to tell me. But it can wait. We do not need you exhausting yourself. Just this once, so I can be sure that you are fine'.

'Ada, but Elladan..'

'He is fine for now'.

Aragorn turned to Elrohir who was on the other side of the bed, who gently smiled at the conversation. He put on his best pleading look and his brother shot his hands up in apology, 'Sorry, but it would be best'.

From under his breath Aragorn mumbled, 'You always take his side'.

'Well, when its regarding the health of my poorly brother, what do you expect me to do?'

Elrohir was right, Aragorn was pretty sure he caused a lot of ups and downs and plenty of concern lately and with a short nod he complied. 'But not a strong one, just so that I'm out for a few hours, I'm not tired, and even though I respect your judgement, I don't think that…'

'Neither do I my son, neither do I. But we have to be happy that you are out of danger now. Though I would like answers now, it is for the best, I will be right back'. With a quick smile to Elrohir he left the room, ready to return in minutes.

Aragorn and Elrohir sat there in a comfortable silence for a few seconds before Aragorn broke it, 'Elrohir, tell me. How is Elladan?'

He watched as his brother momentarily froze and his bottom lip quivered. His eyes shut and his head hung low. When he finally reopened them tears glistened inside. Again, Elrohir sat on the bed, and collected Estel into his arms. Confused, Aragorn was about to say something else, but Elrohir spoke before he could say anything.

'Honestly Estel, I don't know. He show signs of recovering then it's all gone when that wound of his bursts again. When I last left him, he was sleeping'.

'This is all my fault'.

Elrohir looked down at his defeated brother, and drawing him in closer he shook his head, 'No it isn't we all have a choice of what we do. You chose to drink so much, just like Elladan decided to fight. Sometimes fate is hard. It's hard to accept, but sometimes luck isn't always there'.

They sat for a few more moments both in their own thoughts, and this time Elrohir broke the silence. 'We tried to get you awake Estel, and here you are awake. Everything will be back to normal soon. Elladan… won't… die'. Estel looked up as the words Elrohir had just spoken trailed off into the faintest of whispers, hoarse, compassed in tears. Aragorn straightened up and gripped Elrohir tight, pulling him close. Feeling rather weird as it was always one of the twins who usually comforted him. Then the tears fell, Elrohir's shoulders bobbing up and down in sadness.

'I can't do this alone no more, Estel'. Guilt boiled in his blood and resting his head on Elrohir's shoulders, he let a few tears slip free, tasting their salty tang on his tongue, gently stinging his chapped lips.

'You are alone no longer, 'Ro, We'll do this together'. His brother said nothing, but he heard a hiccup, and daintiest of sniffles, he was sure his words made sense and reassured Elrohir. 'You've done all you can so far. Rest now'.

Elrond entered the room, and smiled at the sight before him. Both brothers, from different races locked in a tight embrace, giving and sharing counsel. He coughed lightly, and both brother's looked up, Elrohir rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and Estel turning around, head down.

Elrohir backed off the bed, and went to stand once more in the doorway. He looked in and watched as Aragorn grimaced when the sour taste of his Ada's sleeping potion ran down the back of the human's throat. Elrond gently lowered his son, and tucked him in. The young ranger smiled, and a silent message was shared between son and father.

Sure that the potion would kick in soon, Elrond took one more glance at his son, then turned to the exit, seeing Elrohir leaning against the frame of it. A trail of dried tears existent on his flushed cheeks. Sensing how emotionally disturbed Elrohir was at this moment, he decided not to ask Elrohir on this matter. Instead he walked out of the door, and rested a hand on Elrohir's shoulder, with a firm grip showing concern and guidance. Elrohir seemed to relax under his grip, and with that he turned down the hall to find Glorfindel and check on his other ailing son.

Elrohir leant against the doorway with his arms folded and gave a small smile when Aragorn turned over and met his gaze. The smile was returned affectionately, and slowly and reluctantly the heavy lids of the human's eyes fluttered shut in an induced sleep.

Elrohir stood there for a few moments before pushing himself off the doorway, hand gripping the door. 'I'll back soon gwandur, then maybe some light can be shed on this grim situation'. Slowly easing the creaking door shut, Elrohir turned from Aragorn's room and made his way back to his twin's room, making a quick stop off at the library to grab a few books on the markings he had found.

Arwen kneeled in the chair she occupied leaning her elbows on the top of the chair, chin resting in her palms. Every so often, she would get up and pace in front of her brother's bed, waiting for her father and brother to return and answer her nagging questions.

She eased herself up from the chair once more, and crouched down on one side of the bed, so she could see the pain filled features of her eldest brother. She gripped his hand, enclosing it in both of her hands, gently rubbing them, fingers twining in and out of her brother's.

'Please, wake up Elladan.' He voice cracked slightly and she turned her head away, pulling away and placing her brother's limp hand back on the bed. She eased her way over to the window, and pulled the curtains open and gazed out into the distance. 'I didn't think I'd expect all this. Rivendell is full of gloom, as if everything is reacting to the hard time this family is going through'. She looked up to the grey and bulging clouds and flowed past the window, a never ending trail following behind. Even though there was no moon to prove her theory, she guessed that it was nearing on dawn.

A gentle yawn escaped past her full lips, and she shook the sleep from her head. She could not rest at a time like this. Absentmindedly her fingers traced the groves in the wood as she continued to gaze into nothingness. Footsteps behind her shook her from her reverie, and she smiled to her brother who entered through the door.

She quickly stepped over to her brother, and lifted a few books from his hands, and helped him settle them on a nearby table. Elrohir dusted his hands and turned to Arwen.

'How has he been?'

Arwen shrugged. 'Not once has he stirred, he's just lying there Elrohir. Twice I thought he was dead. He breathes so slowly and softly'.

Elrohir nodded, eyes taking in his brother's broken form. Arwen's voice entered his ears. 'How is Aragorn? I have heard no word of him.' Arwen was taken aback when Elrohir gave her a grin.

Her brother, grabbed a nearby book and flicked through the pages. 'He lives yet, Arwen. He has awoken after all this time, full of life I can assure you. But you cannot go to him yet. He sleeps'. The weight on Arwen's heart lifted a little and she sighed in relief.

'Good.'

She was about to question Elrohir on his choice of books, but a slight chuckle came from her brother. 'Arwen, I'm just searching for something. No need to look at me as if I'm a mad man. Believe me, I didn't have to look through these books, I wouldn't'. Elrohir settled himself in a chair, kicking in his legs on the table and smiling at the 'tut' that came from Arwen. He grasped a browning book, and carelessly flipped through the pages, nothing taking his attention. He sensed Arwen leave his side and move over to Elladan. Elrohir knew full well that just sitting here doing nothing, acting as if nothing is wrong. But keeping himself busy helped him take his mind off things. But as soon as his brother stirred, either of them, he would be there in a flash.

About an hour passed and nothing changed. No Ada. No movement. No helpful information.

He flipped through other pages, reading some of the text out loud in a mumbled voice, adding in the occasional blah, blah, blah to himself, but as he turned the next page he almost dropped the book, his fingers barely managing to grip the edge of book when his hands suddenly became lax. He had finally came across what he was looking for.

At that same moment, Elrond walked through the door, and a bang sounded from above them. As quickly as Elrond entered, he left running up the stairs outside the room. Elrohir threw the book down at the table, looked over at Arwen who accepted his unspoken plea. Turning quickly from the room, Elrohir then pushed himself up the stairs following his father. Strong legs driving him upwards in his hurried flight.

Down the hall, Elrond pushed his way through the large doors, leading into the Hall of Fire. He knew Glorfindel would be in here. Usually he would either sleep in here after a days outing, or would wake early and relax before going out once again. His assumptions were proved correct when he spotted a golden haired head poking above the settee, the fire blazing in the fire place, illuminating the Elf's graceful features.

He stepped forward, approaching the sentinel. Glorfindel was his friend, he was sure Glorfindel would accept his plea. When Elrond settled himself into the chair, Glorfindel immediately turned into the Elf Lord's direction and dipped his chin and head in a greeting. Elrond gave a small smile back.

'What brings you here Elrond?'

Elrond cleared his voice before answering. 'Edomir, our esteemed guest, has seemed to have slipped out of the house. Do you think your guards would keep a full eye on him. The last time I saw him he had jumped out of a window after attacking Estel, I doubt he could have survived the fall, but something is telling me he is still alive'.

Glorfindel's bright eyes widened in anticipation and stuttered out, 'Estel, he is awake?' He was given a short nod, and Glorfindel smiled in relief. When he had heard what happened to the poor human he was immediately filled with grief. He had watched the boy grow up to what he was now, and felt like an uncle to him.

'Of course, Mellon nin, I will work on your request immediately'. Glorfindel stood from his seated position and looked down to both his Lord and friend. Elrond's features were drawn together and Elrond actually appeared his age. 'What is the matter?'

Elrond shook his head, and set his gaze on Glorfindel, 'Nothing my friend. Hannon Lle'. Elrond got up from his seat and stood in front of Glorfindel, they clasped each other's forearms and exchanged smile. Glorfindel bowed gracefully and then left the room. When he neared the doorway he called back. 'You have no reason to blame yourself Hir nin. You cannot have prevented what happened'. Glorfindel turned his head and winked and then was gone in all his glory.

Elrond smiled at the place where Glorfindel had just occupied moments before. 'He knows exactly what I think. I can't hide nothing from him'. Feeling slightly better about himself, he exited, knowing that one problem was sorted. He then traversed the stairs to the first floor where the twins' rooms were situated.

Elrond had just about entered the room and noticed Elrohir look up from his book, working by faint candle light and Arwen looking over Elladan once more. He was about to step into the room when a bang reverberated from above him and forgetting all he was about to say, he fled up the stairs. Hearing a slam and quick and nimble footsteps, he knew Elrohir was right behind him.

He burst through Estel's room and noticed him trying to pull himself up from the floor. 'What in Arda happened here?'

Elrohir's figure began to fade out of recognition as his eyelids fluttered shut slowly, beckoning him to dream land. He saw as Elrohir smiled and managed to give one back, as large as he could muster before sleep claimed him and darkness fell over his eyes. Incoherent speech entered his ears, but even though he couldn't hear it knew it was Elrohir, his soft but masculine voice, he knew oh too well.

He could tell his family apart with just their voices. Sometimes, that was how he told the twins apart. By their voice. Even though they almost talked the same, Elrohir's voice held more air than his brother's. Elladan's voice was more mischievous and less regal.

As sleep finally grasped a firm hold, the last thought that entered his mind was; 'Am I ever going to hear Elladan talk again though?'

Aragorn stood at the front of a red illuminated cave. The stench of sulphur gas emitting from its interior and inhumanly screams, almost like roars made the rocks themselves shake in their foundations. Hot air drifted out, caressing his cheeks, beckoning him to enter.

Taking a foot forward, slowly looking around the place as he ventured in further. A shaking hand rubbing over the jagged stones, trailing behind him.

Step after step took him further and deeper, and soon his hand fell from the rock. The hot air beating down on him, suffocating, making him itch. Cringing, yet venturing deeper, trying to dispel the smell, covering his nose and mouth, he peered around.

At the far end of the tunnel, a large circular room stood a small walkway framing a hole. Curiosity took over his mind, and he went in deeper, boots clicking on the stone beneath him. He spotted a crude Orc hunkered down, gazing into the hole. Not once did he turn to look at Aragorn.

Taken in further, losing control of his body, he dared to stare into the pit. A gust of strong wind burst through the hole in a hiss, knocking the ranger back a bit. Creasing his forehead in question, he kneeled over and peered down, gripping the edge. He was not high up, only about 3 metres, but he was still scared to fall.

The sight before him disgusted him to no end, and yet he was still complied to watch. A figure clothed in the deepest black, swung back a jagged knife and plunged it into the flesh before him. A soft squelching noise and angered cry was heard. Aragorn could hear the tearing of skin, and still something was muffling the noise

As the knife drew back once more, Aragorn could see it dripping with fresh carmine fluid and speckled with either hair or fur. The hand clutching the knife snapped open and the knife clattered to the floor. Still having his back turned to the man, the being reached out and grabbed a vile which stood directly behind him. It contained a sickly green colour. It bubbled even in its container.

The lid was popped open and a grey steam left the bottle eventually dissipating into the air around. The putrid liquid was then tipped towards the thing being 'operated' on. Another howl rang out from tortured lungs, and as the cloaked figure stood back, all was revealed to the ranger.

A wolf stood there, shackled to the floor. Its restrains so tight it kept the animal from writhing and squirming. Its jaw snapped open in shut, thick musty coloured slobber spilling forward, front paws trying to beat forward in its panic.

Its head swung backwards and forwards, its cheat heaving so heavy, Aragorn was sure that its ribs would burst out of its body. After a while the beasts movements began to slow, black eyes beginning to slow. Unexpectedly, the beast fell forward and lay still for a few moments.

The cloaked figure moved around the animal, as if to check it. Aragorn shuddered at the figure, sensing a great evil within everything he was watching, the being in front of him irradiating it. He gently swiped sweat drenched bangs from his face and wiped his head with his arm.

The wolf Aragorn had thought dead, jumped up and bared its teeth. Though it was different this time, its fang hang low out of its jaw, tearing its own bottom lip. Bright eyes he had once seen were now narrowed, small and a coarse red. A low guttural noise came from its throat. Soft grey fur now was matted, tinged with brown. It looked a few times larger than it was originally. It claws were gnarled and appeared to be tinged with a yellow and green hue, a few curled underneath its large paws.

Its head swung with an almighty force, flaring mutated nostrils. Aragorn peered down, frozen in anticipation, fear and amazement. Soon the beast's eyes fell upon him, and a long howl came from it's throat.

Aragorn gaped, and shivered. Another set of eyes glowered at him. From the side of the room, the best was in the cloaked figure looked up from the first time, the movement knocking it's hood back. Stunned, Aragorn stood there mouth wide open. In front of him stood the Dark Lord.

The being clicked his fingers and the newly formed beast was free. It bared it's fangs before jumping out of the pit and onto the ledge. Menacingly it stalked backwards and forwards, Aragorn stepped cautiously backwards, keeping his full attention on the thing in front of him.

He backed down the tunnel, bottom jaw quivering. He jerked and came to a stand still as he backed up into something. Quickly taking his eyes off from his opponent, he looked behind him, scared and curious who the person was.

Before him stood Elladan in all his glory, gently eliciting a soft glow, in his right hand, his sword was held tight between trained fingers. Estel looked deeply at this brother, his figure held no sign of a battle, face was held firm, deep grey eyes narrowed, shadowed by a few strands of dark hair. His mouth was pursed, curled into a smirk. Nothing about his brother suggested he was injured. He watched as his brother gripped tighter and brought the sword up and nodded ahead. 'Run Estel, I can handle ugly here'.

'No'.

'Go now'. Not awaiting another answer, Elladan shoved Estel backwards making the human stumble forward, just as the beast charged forward, knocking Elladan down, causing both the Elf and the beats to skid back a few paces.

Before the human could do anything the scene changed before him, and he was standing outside the cave. Blinking, the human spun around, panting lightly. His eyes fell on a stooped figure before him. His hair falling forward. His left hand clutched around the biceps of his right arm. His hand trembled, and blood spilled forward, leaking down the arm and traversing onto the hand, spilling over the tips of the fingers, creating a small puddle on the dusty ground.

The figure shifted and its head was brought up. A bruised face greeted Aragorn. A cut slashed over the right eye, a trail of red around his neck. Pained, soft grey eyes caught Estel's attention and it was only then that he believed that the broken figure before him was the brother he saw only seconds ago. He was jst reaching out towards the Elf before the whole image shifted again.

A biting chill was heavy in the air, and fog accumulated around him. He could just about make out a cave entrance, and decided to walk forward. A heavy chanting floated about him the same words muttered over and over.

'Lye ilya omenta coia, lye ilya omenta gurtha, e'huine, e'kalina. Dagor n'uma ner. Esta'. Intrigued, He carried on, letting the chanting guide him. He knew a fair share of Elvish, but what this meant he didn't exactly know. A bend came to his right, and slowly leaning forward, he caught a glimpse of what was happening.

An earthly dressed, obviously battle worn individual, tangled with filth and blood, lay, conscious or dead, Estel didn't know. Before the person, a sort of sorcerer (could tell by the many glasses filled with weird potions and a pot of something hovered above a flame, gently simmered) stood, chanting and in his hand he held the coin Aragorn presently possessed. The mortal leaned in further, careful not to garner attention. The words were spoken once more, a bright glow illuminated the small room.

In a matter of seconds, the apparently dead person rose, healed, clean, renewed, bowed in front of the aged healer and rushed from the room colliding with Aragorn on the way out. The figure still rushed forward, out of sight, and Aragorn felt himself falling, but never landing. Swimming through an ocean of a silent void.

A sure jolt awoke the sleeping ranger, and afraid he held his arms out in front of him, scrambled upwards, feet kicking spastically, eyes shut tight, arms now battling an unseen menace, tumbling off the side of the bed and landing with a crash on the floor.

He laid on his back second, staring up at the ceiling, let an embarrassing groan fall from his lips, rolled over onto his belly, and painstakingly made his way upwards. Just as the door burst open and Elrond and Elrohir crashed in. Immediately helping the ranger upwards.

He was sure someone was talking to him, sweeping his backwards and feeling his forehead, gripping him by the forearms. Though in his shock, he only repeated the words he had heard in his dreams 'Lye ilya omenta coia, lye ilya omenta gurtha, e'huine, e'kalina. Dagor n'uma ner. Esta'.

The two elves stood transfixed, confused at Aragorn's outburst, still trying to bring him back to reality. Gently tapping or shaking him.

Un-noticed, the coin on the bedside table gently glowed a pale orange, vibrated softly, then died. Settling quietly once more on the table.

Downstairs, Arwen paced, taking a concerned glance at Elladan once more, his pale complexity scaring her. She turned away, staring at the wall, and at that moment, her brother grunted lightly and almost tumbled off the bed, had it not been for Arwen's reflexes.

Shaking with adrenaline, she held her brother tight in her arms, knees stinging from her mad skid across the floor in order to catch him. She looked down at her brother's face, anxious. To her surprise, he took in a deep breath, eyes opened, gaze locked with hers for a few seconds, grey eyes stormy and confused, and then they slipped back under heavy lids. Exhaling slowly, then his chest lay unmoving. All colour draining from his face. The secret trail of green venom meeting its final destination and finally working its 'magic' inside.

Arwen sat there, staggered, her hand reached out for her brother's one, and she gently shook it, hoping that her brother would reopen his eyes. Her blue orbs glistened with crystal tears, she blinked once, letting them fall, letting them shatter on Elladan's cheek, they then rolled and slipped down his cheek. 'No, no'.

Hiccupping, she shouted as loud as she could.

Elladan hadn't been registering anything since he sat up with his brother, laced in agony. Through that time he had floated in darkness, not feeling nothing. Thoughts forgotten. Then suddenly out of the blue, a pressure swarmed inside his chest and to expel it all he had to gasp and sigh, letting the extra air fall out through his mouth before his lungs exploded.

In a matter of seconds, all of his senses bombarded him, his nerves began to work once more, and in a torrent of pain, his arm made itself known. He grunted lightly. A mysterious force from inside of him, forcing his body to turn sideways. He could sense himself falling but not falling onto expected wood, but onto something comfortable.

Able to move his limbs once more and feeling crept back, he tried to lift open his eyes. Peering down at him through concerned and soft blue eyes was his sister. Seeing her for the first time in a few months, Elladan felt himself gently whispering her name, and managed to smile.

Her head cocked to the side, and smiled back.

But, Elladan's reprieve was soon stolen from him when a strong force enclosed itself around his lungs, he felt himself unable to move, to try to gasp in more air. Bile glazed his throat, and his stomach quivered in white fear. He felt his limbs go cold, his heart slowing to a faint beat. A dull throb came from his chest, and inside it felt as if his organs were burning, disintegrating.

He quickly felt himself lose consciousness, eyes staring up at Arwen, confused and scared. She returned his look with a pleading one, eyes glazing over with unshed tears. He felt guilty for leaving her, but he really didn't have a choice. He welcomed the lack of pain, but he wanted to run from the darkness. Too many times had it claimed him, and this time, he knew that his chances of awakening again were almost non existent.

Though deep inside, a voice in the back of his head was telling him that his little brother was alright, had been lifted from his nightmare… at least he could rest knowing Estel was okay.

Elrond and Elrohir had just about managed to get Aragorn thinking normally and he was about to tell them what happened when Arwen's voice echoed through the hallways; A disturbed and fearful cry for Elrond's help.

Elrond raised, ready to leave. He looked back at his two sons, torn. Elrohir calmed his anxiety, and with a mere smile and jerk of his head he told his father to go, he would stay and watch over Aragorn for now.

Elrond sped out of the door and bounded down the stairs taking them two at a time.

Elrohir watched the space where Elrond had occupied, soon brought out of his stupor when Estel spoke, 'I know what to do, for sure this time Elrohir, I saw it all'.

Elrohir's head spun, confused and lost for words. Aragorn crawled over to his bedside table and took the coin in his hands, and held it out. 'I know what it exactly does now'. Elrohir kneeled on the floor, still confused, but soon his lips burst into a full smile, teeth showing, and leapt up, holding his brother in a firm embrace.

'I knew you could do it, but where did you learn that Elvish phrase?'

Well? R & R, please? This was so hard to write and I really need some critisim on this one. Thankyou so much for your lovely reviews so far... im surpised that I've got 41! I hope it wasn't too consfusing. I tried to make things as realistic as I could :).

Oh, and I'm in the middle of writing the next chapter and should have it up by Friday, hoping that my internet doesn't play up, as it has been doing so lately!

Translations:

Lye ilya omenta coia, lye ilya omenta gurtha, e'huine, e'kalina. Dagor n'uma ner. Esta -
We all meet life, we all meet death, in darkness, in light. Fight no more. Rest.