Well, seeing as I am in a good mood, and my father bought me Pizza rolls I figure I should update:o)

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Bridget shuddered, trying to ignore the incredible pain that was coursing through her body; the dripping of blood had stopped a long time ago, or rather what she assumed to be a long time ago. It appeared that she would be unable to see much, having only recently realized she was blindfolded. She was far past the point of being scared.

She was livid.

She had stopped worrying about her future and began focusing on the fact that she was incredibly stupid to let herself get caught. Estel and Legolas wouldn't have been caught if it wasn't for her; it was her fault the twins could be coming. The whole bloody mess had come about thanks to her and she wasn't overly happy about it. She was also in the process of hating herself. They are going to bloody die and it's your fault, way to go kill your friends Bridget! She was also somewhat dazed, musing contentedly that when people were annoyed they tended to think about themselves in third person. It was, she decided, obnoxious. The whole deal. She was in Middle-earth, she was chained to a wall and every girl's favorite heart-throb was coming close to dieing of poison. If she were asked to sum it all up in a sentence she would have said this.

"Bloody fantastic, the lot of it." She heaved a rather large sigh and attempted to run a hand through her hair, that is, before she realized she was still chained to the wall. Her glare darkened behind the blindfold and she gave a shout of frustration.

"ARRGGHHH!" she screamed, realizing with horror the gash above her eye had started to bleed.

Again.

She gave a shriek of impossible annoyance, thoroughly angry now. She screamed again.

'Stop that racket this instant! You sound like a dead cat.'

Dead cats are dead…duh. They don't scream.

'Well, now you sound like an infant!' Celebrían retorted.

And you don't?

'I am an ancient elf in Valinor of course…oh…I do…' the she-elf trailed off.

I am scared, nana-gwest, why am I here?

'Child, I do not pretend to know the minds of the Valar, but I know this, you are important, somehow you must teach one of my children something, that includes Estel and Legolas. Somehow, you will teach them a lesson, one they will need in the future.'

Why me? Why must it be me?

'You were chosen, child, be brave…'

I can not!

'You can, distant star, you can…'

Celebrían! Celebrían! Please don't go! She received no answer. The last person on the planet she had trusted was gone. She gave a heaving sob and collapsed fully against her bonds.

-oOo-

Elladan watched the elleth with something akin to disgust. If she was indeed betrothed as she had said then she should not be so blatantly flirting with his twin. Miniel, the name sounded familiar to him, had Legolas said it…or had it been his father…? She was tossing her dark mane over her head as though it was part of her everyday routine, and she leaned over and whispered something to Elrohir, explaining something to him about Mirkwood that he had known for thousands of year.

Miniel.

Miniel, daughter of Thiad, promised to Legolas a thousand years ago by the queen of Mirkwood.

Promised to Legolas.

She had retreated to Lothlórien, had fallen in love, and had given up the vow. Released Legolas of his mother's promise. Why then, was she here, with a ring around her neck and a smile on her face.

"Who is your betrothed?" he questioned skeptically. The girl turned around and smiled, her cheeks flushing modestly.

"Prince Legolas," she replied sweetly. Elladan wasn't fooled, she was dangerous, an evil was about her, she shouldn't have been as she was. She had no light of the Valar, only darkness.

"How long have you been betrothed to the prince?"

"Nearly 1000 years," she replied innocently.

"That is long for a betrothal; you were both old for it then, were you not?"

"We had some delays," her eyes flashed, warning Elladan to go no further in his questioning. "But I must say, not even the Prince is as…handsome as your brother Elrohir."

"Who, me?" said twin flushed and smiled.

"Yes, you," she replied charmingly. Elrohir smiled, seeming to forget she had just announced her betrothal. The two walked around a corner and Elladan made to follow, but he was stopped. Two elves grabbed him tightly.

"Fight and I will give the order for your twin to die. Understood?" a third elf asked, walking around a corner. Elladan froze mid twist, slowly facing the elf. His breathing quieted and slowed down. The elf ran a hand through his hair with a friendly sigh a slight grin greeting his face. "Excellent job, divide and conquer they say. How does it feel to know it is your fault Elladan, both of your brothers are under my control. With a rise of my hand I could end their lives. And you can not do anything about it, can you?" he waited. "Answer me when I speak to you. Little Estel will suffer if you don't."

"No, I can not, I can not…not…help them," Elladan forced out through clenched teeth. Linnor smiled.

"There's a good boy."

-oOo-

Elrohir followed Miniel without question. She placed her hand on his arm, leading him away from Elladan. (Not that Elrohir really cared at that moment, the way he had questioned the poor girl was inexcusable!)

"Elrohir, can I tell you something?" she gave him a wide-eyed look full of innocence.

"Of course, Miniel," he replied instantly.

"I don't love Legolas, but I do love someone else…" she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him. A cry echoed through the walls. Elrohir started in surprise.

"Bridget!" he whispered, pulling away. Miniel swore in dwarfish, how dare that pathetic girl ruin her!

"Miniel, bring him below. It appears it is time to start the games," Linnor commanded. Miniel nodded and grabbed Elrohir's arms, taking the opportunity that presented itself when he stared horror struck at his brother. Elladan had bruises blossoming on his cheeks, a small line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Elrohir closed his eyes and opened them again, but the result was still the same.

"Goheno nin, muindor nin…" he whispered. Elladan looked up at him, and for an instant Elrohir was afraid he would tell him that he would never forgive him.

"U-moe edared, Elrohir," Elladan replied softly with a smile. Miniel chuckled.

"How cute, get next your brother, now." She shoved Elrohir forward and he tripped over an unexpected bucket, Elladan jerked forward and caught him before he could go head first into the stone wall. Elrohir stayed against his brother for a moment, it was a bit like an armless hug.

"Elladan?" he whispered.

"Yes?"

"When did you learn to catch someone with no hands?" Elrohir asked. Elladan shrugged and nearly dropped him; Miniel grabbed him and yanked him up.

"Time for exhibit A, untie them Miniel, they won't go anywhere…or we will kill their precious humans." The elleth nodded and slit their bonds glaring the whole time. Elladan rubbed his wrists trying to bring feeling back into them. Elrohir reached forward and rubbed his brother's fingers, it was the least he could do after abandoning him. They walked quietly through the cave like halls.

"Elladan, why didn't you cry out, I would have come and then they wouldn't have…"

"He said he would kill you. It was my fault; I knew that elleth was trouble, I knew something bad was happening, it is my fault Estel and Legolas are Eru knows where, and that Bridget is screaming. She is 16, Elrohir; no 16 year old should go through what we put her through."

"It is not your fault, and you know that." Elladan hung his head and refused to meet Elrohir's eyes.

"I am weak, Elrohir. I couldn't protect him, and I fell for their trap, I cannot protect you…I cannot even protect myself." Elrohir glared at Linnor before tipping Elladan's chin up so he could see his face.

"I don't think you are weak, and you are always there for me." Elladan pulled his brother into an embrace, ignoring the fact that Linnor was tapping his foot irritably.

"Elrohir, if you get the chance, run, take Estel and run…don't come back."

"Elladan I-'' he broke off mid sentence, horror twisting his fair features.

"Valar…no…"

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Before you all kill me, I meant to post yesterday. Fanfic died on me. –glares at you ARE going to be nice…right? –Hopeful-

So, someone REALLY needs to tell me how to do those grey line thingies. So, my updates have been slow as of late. And I know at least 22 people read the last chapter, and I may be paranoid but I want too say this: If the majority of the people reading this story are from God-awful fan fiction, just go away. I really don't care if you make fun of my story, but if you don't tell me ways to improve it first, then buzz off. Because if you aren't going to tell me how to make it more to your liking then don't bother to continue reading for laughs. The rest of you, review! I do write a lot faster when I get reviews.