Estel stared at her in shock.

"What do you mean….repeat it," he asked.

"Just that," he glared at her.

"How do you know?"

"I erm…dreamed it…"

"Bridget, it was just a bad dream, most likely it was because I told you most of Beleg and Túrin's tale. She sighed and nodded, leaning her head back against the wall. She smiled.

"Yea…I guess you are right. I don't know, I suppose it just scared me." He nodded and left. Bridget grabbed her journal from where she had hidden it under her bed and sketched the looks on Elladan and Elrohir's faces, as she drew, she couldn't help but feel like she was intruding in a private memory. Even after she had finished the sketches she could find no sleep, she walked over to the window, noting the gardens were empty. With a smile she made her way down the stairs and out the doors to the small garden. She realized it was a maze, and settled on a small easy patch of grass with a small pond next to it. An elven maiden held hands with an elven man, and though it was a private moment Bridget memorized the maiden's face as she turned towards her, even the single tear slipping down her pale face. It would make a beautiful sketch, and so Bridget rolled over, laying on her back, staring at the stars.

An elven maiden lay on her back in a lovely garden; her pale blue eyes were glued to the stars, her lips moving in silent songs. A strand of blonde hair flitted through the air around her face as the wind toyed with it. A soft smile spread over her lips as she saw a small raccoon creep through the garden, as silent as an elf he crept through the still night air, the only movement the wind in the elven woman's hair and his own scuttling. The creature froze and sniffed the air, hurrying into the underbrush. Soft footsteps alerted the woman to one of her children's presence.

"Elrohir," she chided gently, "the hour is late, what are you doing outside?"

"I can not sleep Naneth, must you go to Lothlórien tomorrow?"

"Oh child, come here," she said gently, watching her son settle down beside her. "Yes, I must go to Lórien, I am long overdue for a visit to my own parents."

"Nana, please don't go! Something bad will happen," he son pleaded with her. The elven maiden mile softly, running a hand through her son's silky locks.

"Nothing bad will happen, ion nin."

"You can not promise that!"

"Elrohir, settle down. No, I can not promise that nothing will happen, but I am here right now."

"You'll leave us forever if you go!" the elf, who was long past majority, nearly begged her.

"I will never leave you, ion nin, never," she promised gently.

Nearly 200 years later an elf awoke in his bed, tears running down his face.

"You said you'd never leave us!" Elrohir whispered into the night, ignoring the comforting presence of his twin as Elladan pulled the other into his arms.

"Oh Elrohir, you'll see her again…" he whispered to his twin.

"Will I?" the other said shakily, pulling away. "Elladan that dream came for a reason, something is going to happen, something that has to do with mother…"

"Oh, Elrohir, hush. Do not fear, hush…" Elrohir shook his head.

"Valar…please…" he whispered, clutching his twin.

"Elrohir, there is nothing wrong!"

"Believe me Elladan! Believe me like you once did!" he said fiercely. Elladan held him tighter.

"Elrohir, there will never be anyone in this world that believes you more than me."

"Then believe me now, please Elladan. Please…" Elladan was shocked by the fear and doubt in Elrohir's voice, there was a plea there that he was having trouble grasping. He pulled his brother tighter against him, whispering softly as he laid his cheek against identical raven locks. Elrohir found his brothers hand with is own and gripped it, his fears and protests easily put to rest by the comforting presence of his twin. He was never safer than when he was in the arms of his twin.

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Bridget woke to someone shaking her gently.

"Valar, is it your great plan to scare us half to death?"

"Hmmm?"

"We have been looking for you for hours!"

"Oh, Goheno nin," she said yawning. Aragorn rolled his eyes and pulled her to her feet.

"Why were you so worried anyways?" Aragorn frowned at her.

"No reason, except you woke up in the middle of the night screaming my brother's name."
"Oh, well, when you left I couldn't sleep, no I came out here, and it was peaceful. I do not like the inside of the palace, it seems restless…"

"Well, come along, Elladan sent me with some dresses. Yes, come along, they are most simple," he assured her. She muttered something under her breath and rose, following Aragorn into the palace. The dress she donned was simple, and she walked with confidence into the dining hall fro breakfast. She sat regally in a chair next to Estel and across from Legolas.

"Good morning, my Prince. Lady Palanél, Strider." Bridget nodded at Linnor as he sat next to the Prince. As he sat down a new elleth entered. Her eyes were clear and grey, and her hair was a very dark shade of brown, at first glance she thought the elleth was Arwen. But Bridget noted the way she held herself was different then Arwen. Legolas rose and forced a smile.

"Miniel…"

"Prince Legolas," she smiled sweetly, Bridget almost gagged. It reminded her of the girl's in middle school who were sucking up to someone.

"Oh and a human, how…lovely. Oh my! Two humans!" she chuckled musically. Bridget glared; she would like to do nothing short of throwing her glass at the elleth…

"I would like to announce, with utmost pride, the engagement of Miniel Thiadiel to my son, Prince Legolas. May your days be many, my son and Miniel." Applause rang through the halls, and Bridget put a hand to her chin to be sure her mouth was closed. The look on the elleth's face was disgusting, sweet and angelic. Legolas was saying something to her, the elleth glanced at Bridget and turned gracefully.

"Oh you poor darling, we shall be such friends!" she smiled a winning smile. Bridget raised an eyebrow and twirled a strand of auburn hair around her finger.

"I would like nothing more," she said in a candied voice. The elven woman smiled. Bridget matched the smile and Legolas and Aragorn watched in slight amusement, and slight fear as they had a stare down.

"Your hair is such a unique color!" the elleth said.

"Indeed, we are not all blessed with unique hair." The hidden barb was a technique Bridget hadn't used since her middle-school days, it was almost odd to be having this conversation with someone she considered old. The elleth smiled and blinked, Legolas and Aragorn shared a secret grin. Bridget: 1, Miniel: 0.

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Yes, that was a VERY short chapter. I just was using it as a filler to ensure that the distinct dislike of Bridget and Miniel was shown. I know that at least 15 of you read chapter four. And this story has NO reviews, I don't want to be one of those author's who begs. But after this, no more chapters till I get 3 more reviews. And it may take some prodding as well.

Nanaeth/nana- mother, mommy

Ion nin- my son

Goheno nin- forgive me

Elleth-female elf

Miniel Thiadiel- Miniel daughter of Thiad.