Hello! I have NOT forgotten all of you! Even though it has been two months :s. My bad. But yes, sadly this storyis coming to an end. I believe (and if I get things right), this is the second to last chapter of this story. So yeah, another reason to hate Dae :p.

I am so sorry it has taken this long. Just that finishing school hasn't been as easy as I had hoped, and thats taken a lot of my time, plus the weather decides to take a turn, and BOOM. No electricity. No internet. Angry Dae.

So yes, many apologies. I still love you all, and hopefully this'll make up for the time its taken to write! But I like it, I got to imagine Dan topless, even if it was for a short few seconds, and badly described. (curses the chapter) Well, enough of my bloitering on, onwards with thee story.

'Elladan's… dead', a shrill voice echoed in the room. Elrohir stopped mid-sentence, and with it, his heart. Elrohir turned with a surprising speed, and Táridur had to duck to narrowly avoid being hit by the Elf's braids.

Kirwen had locked her thin, ivory arms around Elladan's muscular one, and tugged feverently, garnering no response from the older Elf. Rúnya could be seen shaking his head, with a widening grin, gracing his features, obviously embarrassed and quite amused. Elrohir sighed in both relief and exasperation, seeing that nothing was wrong, when his brother tried to loosen the child from his arm, in his sleep.

Removing Táridur from his knee, and settling him a few inches away, he went over and pried a struggling Kirwen from Elladan, settling the young elfling on his hip. Gentling hushing her, he tried to explain that Elladan was merely asleep.

'Kirwen, Elladan's not dead, he's tired…old, so he fell asleep', as if on cue, Elladan let out a deep sigh and turned, readjusting himself as he leant against the sofa. Kirwen's bottom lip still trembled, and she hiccupped before asking,

'But why does he sleep with his eyes closed?'

'Teneth Pen, even I have never found that one out, apparently he's been doing it since birth. Weird isn't he?'

Kirwen chuckled slightly, hugged Elrohir, wordlessly thanking him, and after being put down, she toddled over to Elladan and settled between the gap his upright and bent leg made. She leaned down upon his stomach, wiggled into a comfy position and began to fall asleep herself.

Elrohir rolled his eyes, and found that Rúnya had sat in Elrohir's place, with Táridur in his lap, awaiting the rest of the story. The Elf Lord growled lightly, before settling down in front of the pair. 'I had just got that spot warm!'

Arwen's heart throbbed, both in anxiety and in pain. Arwen yearned for just going back to Lothlorien and forgetting anything happened, but then her family needed her here, Elrohir was an emotional mess, something that hardly never happens, Elladan was so vulnerable, and she knew that he must have hated himself for it and her father, he seemed as if he had pushed himself far beyond the limit, trying to care for everyone.

Slowing to a fast walk, she entered the supplies room, a long narrow, slightly shadowed place, with shelves lining the walls, and the odd table here and there. A blanket of dust covered the nearest shelf, and gently sweeping long fingers over it, she made a mental note to come in here herself, with a duster and knock the cobwebs out of the crevices.

She quickly turned from the doorway and shelf, walking in slightly, her heart racing. Her senses were screaming at her, she could feel another's presence in the room, the only problem being she couldn't see it. Cerulean eyes darted expertly around the claustrophobic space, hand groping out for some sort of weapon, finally clutching a circular thing. Still looking about, she walked in further.

A chill descended down her spine, almost making her drop the thing in her hand. Slightly less confident and more scared, wishing that someone was here, Arwen edged back towards the door, using one hand as a guide, tracing it across the walls. 'The twins were right, Imladris is haunted'.

A slight breeze brushed her back, making her spin 180 degrees. Deciding she didn't want to be in here no longer, she dropped whatever she had, grabbed a towel off the nearby shelf, tucking it under her arm and slipping a few bottles under her silken waistband.

Darting from the room, she started when the door slammed shut from in front of her, and from the light that melted through the gap in the doorway, she found the mystery presence easing towards her. 'This is not happening'.

Elladan shook himself from his sleep and with the back of his hand, dusted away the sleep that gathered in the edge of his eyes. Still feeling foggy, but surprising much better, he looked about the room, noticing the human had vacated his seat.

Coughing once to clear his throat he queried, 'Estel?'. The 'pillow' he had been leaning against shifted, from underneath him, and after a moment and a loud yawn it answered.

'Yes?'

Confused, Elladan strained and looked upwards surprised when he saw the human staring back down at him, through teary eyes. 'What? What are you… I mean, where's 'Ro', he was...

Aragorn chuckled and wiped his eyes from the yawn, 'He's gone to the kitchens for some food. Surprisingly, Elves do get hungry'. A gurgle filled the room, and the human blushed a rosy pink.

'Aye, but so do humans'. Elladan teased, poking his sibling in the stomach.

Batting his hand away lightly, Aragorn smiled. 'I didn't expect you up for a few more hours as yet'.

Elladan snorted, 'and that's coming from someone who finds it hard to get out of bed at 11 in the morning. It's amazing really. Besides, your darned snoring woke me up. Maybe I could get Ada to make some sort of cure for that'.

A mock of hurt fell over the humans face, but suddenly lit up when a comeback came to him. 'Aye, gwandur, but it isn't me who walks the halls at night, asleep, muttering to themselves. It isn't me, who seems to fall out of bed, every time I'm awoken, isn't me who…'

Getting the idea, Elladan cut the human off, playfully hitting him upside the head. 'Shhh, that one was supposed to be a secret'.

The two brothers smiled at each other, settling into a few minutes silence, listening as the inhabitants of Rivendell busied themselves with their everyday tasks.

Aragorn peered down at his brother who just seemed to be staring out into space. He mused at how well Elladan could hide his pain, accepting that if worst comes to worst, it would. But from what he could see, Elladan was faring much better.

Still, even though both his brothers, and his father had repeatedly told him that none of this was his fault, an itching deep inside him still said it was. Sighing and falling back, hard against the high sofa, he went about counting the ceiling tiles.

A few seconds passed, and already bored of that activity, Estel up righted himself once again, his eyes drifting on his ailing brother. 'Elladan, I…'

From under his eyelids, Elladan rolled his eyes, guessing he knew this was coming. His little brother always seemed to blame himself. He could remember when Estel was little, somehow the child believed that it was his fault that it rained. Opening one eye, and staring upwards, he cut in.

'Aragorn'. Said ranger immediately halted his apology, amazed that Elladan used his real name. Hardly ever did the twins use it.

The brunette Elf, brought himself upwards, hiding a grimace of unease, giving the arm that caused him so much pain, evils. Nodding, gladly thanking for the help his brother gave, he turned to face Estel.

'Aragorn, now listen to me, none of this is your fault. Even if you believe it to be'. Estel hung his head, taking in his brother's words, but not accepting them. Shaking the human, using possibly all the strength he had, he urged his brother to listen. The ranger, slowly lifted his head, downcast eyes meeting.

Sighing, Elladan tried to make his brother see sense. 'Now answer me this. Am I dead?'

Aragorn mumbled, 'No, but you almost did, because of me.'

'Look, its not because of you. Tell me why you think it is. Tell me.' Elladan's voiced raised a notch, sometimes Aragorn was the hardest person to get through to.

'Well if I hadn't gotten drunk, and if I hadn't flirted with that bar maid, and if I hadn't provoked that man, then none of this would have not happened.

Resisting the urge to slap himself on the forehead, Elladan replied. 'Well who took you to the inn in the first place? Who's idea was it?'

Estel didn't answer, he just looked down at the floor. Nudging his brother, coaxing him to reply, the Elf repeated himself, 'Well?'

A soft voice came from the ranger, but Elladan smiled at what he heard, 'You'.

'See? It was my fault. It always has been and always will be. Heck, Estel we all get drunk. Even Ada has, but I'll save that story for later'. The human looked up in amusement, and Elladan winked down at him. 'And because Ada will have my neck if I told you. Well, now we both have decided that it was my fault, I repeat, my fault, that this all happened. Please will you stop hating yourself, and stop dwelling on it all'.

Albeit reluctantly, but seeing sense in what his brother had said, Estel nodded and looked up at the door, inquisitive. 'Now, where's your twin with my food?'

'Oh, his my twin now is he? Joyous. I bet he's…'

Soft footfalls rounded the corner, and with it, a rather amused Elf Lord. Not saying a word to his two brothers, who seemed to have shut up as soon as he had entered, he placed the tray of food on a nearby table, taking an apple and bit into it.

Elrohir waved his hand about, excusing himself, 'Don't mind me, continue your conversation', that was followed by a smile saying, 'gotcha'.

Both brothers looked at each other deciding what to say, but Elrohir decided for them, as he took another bite from his apple, and fell heavily into the chair. 'So, I see you're finally awake, 'Dan. What took you so long?'

Elladan's jaw fell open, before retaliating. 'Oh, I'm fine Elrohir, thanks for asking, how about you? At any rate, you can thank Snore-Man 6000 here for waking me up'. Elladan simply pointed behind his back, motioning to the ranger.

Elrohir guffawed at Aragorn's expression, finally dissolving into a fit of laughter, as both brothers ended up in a small, and to Aragorn's chagrin, a gentle tickling match.

Elladan's right arm shot up, in order to dodge Aragorn's attack, but before he could bring it back down again, a hand grabbed his wrist, and gently tugged him backwards. Elladan shot Aragorn perplexed look, but as he fell into his brother's lap he relaxed a little.

'Elrohir? What are you…' Elrohir simply shushed his brother, and inspected the wound on his arm. Admittedly, it looked better than it had a few days ago, the wound seemed to be closing up, though on the other hand, it was still torn and red.

Noticing the poison trail his father had told him about, Elrohir followed it despite the constant nags 'to get of me's' from his brother. Elrond had previously told him that the trail had ended above Elladan's heart and was most probably the thing that caused all the troubles. But from what Elrohir could see, the trail finished along the Elf's right collarbone, so overnight, the poison had receded.

'Weird, we didn't do anything'.

Releasing his brother and muttering to himself, Elrohir got up from where he was standing. 'How do you feel today toror?' Indeed Elladan still looked terrible pale, but his eyes seemed to glow more, and from the way his brother was acting, it was obvious his brother was on the mend.

Elladan looked down on himself and shrugged, 'Better 'Ro, more alive actually. But I don't get it, yesterday I was touching the Halls of Mandos, and now, well…'

Elrohir rummaged through his pockets and withdrew the Purist. 'I believe it's got something to do with this, but it's never been activated'. Elrohir stood before his brothers, scratching his head in thought. Elladan and Aragorn shrugged at each other and turned to face Elrohir when he spoke up again.

'Unless, it had something to do with the words Estel muttered a few nights ago. They were the exact ones to activate the magic, but how by the Valar it managed to reach you, Elladan, from upstairs, I don't know. So, dear Elladan, Estel here just repaid his debt by saving you life by chance. Funny how dreams work'. The raven haired Elf chuckled to himself lightly.

Elladan shook his head in confusion. ''Ro, perhaps one of these days, you're going to have to have fill me in on everything I missed, none of the stuff you said make sense. But I'm going to go on a limit here, and agree. I suppose I've seen crazier things'.

Elrohir nodded with a broad smile. 'I'm going down to the library, just to let Ada know, no doubt he's probably fallen asleep'. He turned for the door, but stopped before exiting fully. 'And do me a favour 'Dan', in saying that he expertly threw the apple behind his back, making it fall into Elladan's awaiting hands.

'Eat something. You're all skin and bones. I'm guessing that maiden you like won't want a warrior with nothing on him.' Elrohir turned and smirked over his shoulder, at the scowl he received, gave a quick salute and left.

'Thank the Valar he's still with us'. Elrohir turned the object in his hand, marvelling at it. 'Black Alchemist, looks like you work for good after all'. Replacing the coin into his pocket, and waving to a nearby worker, he jogged down the halls to his father.

Glorfindel jumped out of a tree, just finishing searching the area. Bringing up a hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sun, he judged it was 11am. Meaning that he had been out for a good 12 hours without any search of this intruder.

Sweeping his hand out to the left, ordering his men to search in the suggested direction, he shook his head, running lean fingers through his golden locks.

'You couldn't have just disappeared'.

Arwen jumped backed instinctively, when the shadow of an arm came down for her. Feeling a swoop of wind brush he cheeks, she knew this person was obviously armed. Falling down to her knees silently, making her head less of a target, she began to crawl forward, between what she thought were the legs.

She was almost clear of the man, when a hand clutched around her slender ankle, and pulled her back. Not going down without some sort of a fight, she grabbed both of the person's legs, and as she skidded to a halt, the momentum brought the person down onto his back.

Immediately, she threw the towel she had surprisingly not dropped, at the attacker, and using the worktop as a boost, vaulted over the body, landed heavily on her ankle, and lightly cussing to herself, went for the door.

Her relief was soon shattered when just as she grabbed the door handle, a heavy body pinned her between them self and the door. Squirming unsuccessfully, she was taken by surprise when a voice cracked the eerie silence.

'My what a catch you are'. The breath tickled her neck, and she tried to shy away from it. When the sound of a sword leaving it's sheath soon followed, Arwen kicked out backwards, catching the assailant's front leg.

The weight lifted off from her and giving a quick sigh of relief, she brought her shaking hands down on the door knob, twisted it and ran out of the store cupboard taking a quick left. Leaning into the shadows and taking a breath, she tried to calm her thoughts.

She closed her eyes, and breathed in deeper. Within seconds of believing she was out of the red, something sharp and cool was soon hovering around her neck, and opening her eyes quickly, she turned her head in the general direction, and glared. His hard features were covered by a large hood, and, as she mused to herself triumphantly, he didn't come out unscathed.

The man in front of her favoured his right leg, and with his other hand gently rubbed his cheek. Her smile was soon shaken from him when his free hand slammed against the wall next to her head. In a quick movement he brought her arms behind her back, securing them there with his large hand. The free hand still holding the sword near her neck.

Holding her posture, trying to act unfazed about the whole situation, she spoke out. 'What…?'

The man behind her sighed, and pushed her forward. 'You damn Elves are annoying! Just return to me what is mine and I'll leave you all alone'. Another push almost made Arwen fall to her knees. She held back a cry before asking again once more.

'What? What is yours?' Inside she was plotting.

'The damned coin! You look important, you migh' even be related to that ranger and them Elves'. So you should know when it is. Now, take me to it. Without anybody noticin'.'

'What a stupid edan. Of course someone is to notice'.

'And make sure that no one does, or it'll be curt'ins for ye and you're pa'. Arwen scowled but nodded otherwise. She had thought everything through and hopefully she'll be able to make it back to Elladan's room in time. Hopefully she would get help there.

A firm nudge was all the start Arwen needed, and being careful not to trip she lead the man down the back stairs of Imladris.

Elrohir ran into the library, pushing the large, intricate, oak doors open. And no matter how long he had lived here, he still could not get his head around the size of this room. Grey eyes scanned the large library, searching for none other than his father.

'Ada?'

The young elf stepped further into the room and spun on the spot slowly, taking a better look for his father. Noticing his desk in the far end of the room, Elrohir called out once more, and only being answered by his annoying echo, he went over to it.

Stacked high were papers, and speckles of ink decorated the used desk like midnight stars. The quill was discarded under a book. Confused, he grabbed a few papers, shuffling around his hands, looking at each in turn but not taking in anything he read.

Placing the papers down, a turning over his shoulder, he once more looked. Still confused and slightly worried, he cocked his head and strained to read the title of the book that lay on the desk. Manoeuvring so his body was on a tilt a little, he nodded when he saw it, then ran back out of the library, not closing the doors and ran straight up to his brother's room again.

'Ada told us he was going to the library why wouldn't he tell us the truth. That desk hasn't been touched since early last night'. Inside Elrohir was hurt, not once has his father kept something from him, and just disappearing wasn't right. Skidding slightly to miss a wall before colliding into it, Elrohir threw himself up the stairs and burst into Elladan's room.

'Ada's missing!'

Both brunettes turned their heads, eying the red faced Elf. Elrohir walked up to them further, slightly panting.

''Ro, you mind telling us what happened?' Elladan watched as his twin paced in front of them, throwing his hands up a few times. Frustrated that his brother wasn't even listening he yelled.

'By the VALAR, ELROHIR!'

Said brother turned and stopped in his place, glaring at his brother. Obviously he had heard the first time. 'Don't shout Elladan! I heard. I said Ada's gone'. He thrust both hands to the door, clearly distressed. 'He told us all that he was going to the library, and he hasn't been there since last night!'

Noticing Elladan's shocked expression, Aragorn tried to keep his composure and simply asked, 'Have you ever thought that Ada had to go do something else real quick?'

Elrohir sighed and spun on the spot, trying to decide on something. He took his head in both hands and shook it. He took another glance towards the door, before looking down on both brothers. 'Look, nothing has been touched in that library since last night some time, Estel. He said to us, earlier this morning, that he's off to look something up. Obviously he didn't'. The young Elf scowled to himself and walked out the room.'I'm going to see where he is. He couldn't have got far, right?'

Aragorn shared a quick look with his brother, and with a nod of Elladan's head, he bounced out of the sofa, and jogged up beside Elrohir. 'I'm coming too.'

'You can't. You're not all up to standard, and what if Elladan… well you know'.

Said brother had managed to make it to the door way, and leaned against it. 'Elrohir, if I can walk, and tickle our little brother, and talk in full sentences, I'll be alright by myself. Honestly. You won't be that long will you?'

His twin sighed in defeat and took off, shouting down the corridor. 'Fine, but if either of you collapse, I am not picking you up, and clearing the mess you made!'.

Elladan shrugged at his youngest brother, and when Aragorn had gone off to catch up to Elrohir, Elladan sat on the edge of the bed, and rolled up his tunic arm. He gently prodded the cut, and winced when the pain rushed up his arm. He pulled off his tunic and threw it over the back of a nearby chair. Standing in front of the mirror, he saw what Elrohir was on about.

Pulling a face at the ugly green line making it's way up his powerful arm, he poked it in disgust and shook the limb, hoping he could shake it off him. Rolling his eyes when it obviously didn't work, he turned around and craned his neck to see if his back was affected in anyway. Flashing his teeth in a perfect smile when he saw nothing but his pearly skin, he readjusted his trousers so they weren't resting on his stomach no longer. 'Seriously they don't know how to dress me.' When the garment was resting about his hips, he took one last look, frowned at his crow's nest for his hair, tutted and turned from the mirror, to put his tunic back on.

Just as he was rolling the shirt down a noise echoed in the hallway, and intrigued, he left his top to hang, half tucked in, and peered outside the door. Nothing caught his eye, and he returned to the suede sofa, and lay down, pulling the sheet over his head with a groan. 'I hope I can get some sleep!'

Elladan was soon brought of hisslight doze,when booted feet slammed against the wooden floorboards. His head shot up, he threw the cover of him and clambered into a sitting position, and closed his eyes when his head throbbed and spun.

He turned in the direction of the noise hesitantly, he was caught of guard when Arwen stood there, a mask of fear on her face and a shadow holding her back.

'Arwen?'

Elrohir slowed down for the third time since leaving the room, to let the younger sibling catch up. 'Estel, you are more then welcome to go back'. The human stood and shook his head.

'You're stressed Elrohir, and you need someone to help. We'll find Adar together'. Elrohir turned away and hung his head.

'Estel you can see right through me. Thank you'. This time they walked around the corridors of Imladris, calling out Elrond's name all the way.

Glorfindel sat outside on a bench, rubbing his temples. 'Still no sign'. They had scoured the gardens, the stables, and the surrounding areas, to no avail. The sun shone brilliantly above, and, as Glorfindel mused seemed to evaporate the water from the fountains.

He looked to his side, when he felt the bench go down. 'Milord?' Elrond looked fatigued and worried.

'Glorfindel, please tell me that you have found that man?' As soon as Glorfindel hesitated to speak, Elrond already knew the answer. 'Just as I feared'. He caught the responsible and failed look from his old friend and putting a hand on his shoulder, hereassured the blonde Elf.

'Worry not, he will be found'. 'I hope'. 'I fear for Arwen, not one of the maids or staff have seen her since her arrival'. A bustle of noises and a crash came from down the corridor. Elrond hopped of his perch, Glorfindel swiftly following, and when reaching the entrance, they saw an Elf crouching just above the broken vase, hands outstretched, and human with a guilty face on.

Elrohir rose from his position and whipped round to spot his father and Glorfindel. Forgetting the human and the vase, he ran up and threw himself into Elrond. Sharing a confused look with Glorfindel, Elrond returned the hug and stood back.

'My son?'

'Ada! Where did you go? I came to see you and you weren't there I was worried. I thought the worst, Adar'. Elrond shook his head and explained to Elrohir everything about Arwen.

Elrohir's lit up face soon fell downcast when he remembered. 'I was wondering where she was as well, I didn't think much of it though. Honestly I would have of thought she had gone to think things through, after her little episode'. Elrond smiled at the innocence of Elrohir.

Aragorn was busily trying to pick up all the pieces from the broken vase, and Elrond being the father he was, was about to chastise him to leave it alone before he injured himself again. But, before the first words could fall short from the Lord's mouth, the window from upstairs burst open, it's fragments spilling over the ground like crystalline raindrops. The crowd in the courtyard looked up, astonished, mumbling between themselves, but what made four Elves dash away was Arwen's scream.

'Elladan! NO!'

See? Elladan topless. Very nice. (sigh) I have a very poor life. But you can make it better by reviewing for me! (big eyes) And I'll bake you virtual muffins. Anywho. There you go chapter whatever! I loose count. Until next time.

Dae