A/N: Sorry I am posting this on Sunday instead of Saturday. I had partially finished this a few days ago but realized that a lot more needed to happened to set up the next chapters, so I basically have been writing all day. Loved every minute of it though. However, I made the mistake of listening to Billy Murry's Stumbling 1922 Vaudville Singers while writing the scene in the forest at 3 am. If you don't know what that is, I don't recommend you look it up unless you want the song stuck in your head the whole chapter :/

On a happy note, we are almost to 90 reviews! This is the highlight of my week, and i'm very grateful to you all for taking the time out of your busy days to share your thoughts with me about these characters and their hardships. They have all been through so much! Especially Legolas.

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"Thranduil promised not to leave, for any reason, why would he break his word again? Why would Elrond think it ok to claim Legolas was like a son when his father was there?" Reply: You are right that Thranduil promised not to leave for any reason, but that was only if his son was in danger or felt fearful of something or someone. It is not mentioned when Thranduil leaves, so I will tell you now that he left only after he was certain Legolas no longer feared the healer; when they were embracing one another. He wanted to give them privacy to speak to one another freely. That is why Thranduil left, but he didn't break his word. Elrond claiming Legolas was like a son is perfectly fine to do, and shows the level of care Elrond feels toward Thranduil's son. What's wrong with that?

You asked to see the twins again, and here they are! And it's a long chapter, over 5,000 words, excluding the author's notes :)

Chapter 18: Danger in the Forest

~LOTRLOTRLOTR~

Elrohir drew his knife and cut long strips off the wood, filing it down until it resembled a point. He then threw it into the pile with the others and grabbed another branch, preceding to do the same thing.

Across from him, Elladan was fashioning traps out of branches and some spare rope they found in the saddle bags. None of them questioned why it was there. The only thing that mattered was that they now had a way to ensnare game in the forest. The lembas bread they had originally found in their saddle bags had only lasted them a few days, and now their stores were empty and needed replenishing. The water was gone as well, but their current campsite had a stream nearby so it wasn't an issue.

"Well, that's the last one," Elrohir proclaimed, dropping the last pointed stick in the pile.

"I am almost finished as well," Elladan said, pulling the rope over a nub in the branch resting in his lap to hold it in place. He looped it around several places and coiled the last of the rope inside the center where the two side would snap closed and then set it down with the others, careful to keep distance between them so as not to trigger them.

"Let's go hunting, Ro!"

Elrohir grinned at his brother and grabbed two weapons, handing one to his brother. "Better to be prepared."

Elladan took the weapon and spoke his thanks, handing his brother one of the traps. After giving brief instruction on how to use it and most importantly not set it off, the twin walked to the edge of the woods beside his brother. The two stood there for some time, listening to the sounds coming from within.

"All I hear are crickets," murmured Elladan.

"I do as well. Perhaps the nearer we are to the Golden Wood the safer the forest becomes."

"Aye, at least it isn't quiet. That is never a good sign. However, I think we still should not go out of earshot of one another in case one of us runs into danger."

Elrohir nodded. "I think that's a solid plan. I'll go left and you go right, but each of us should only be gone 15 minutes. If one of us exceeds this limit then we will know that something has happened to the other."

"All right," replied Elladan.

"And one more thing. Keep a firm grip on your weapon. If you see any game, retrieve your weapon as soon as you can and never lose it. These are our only form of protection. Understand?"

Elladan resisted the urge to roll his eyes, nodding. His brother could be a bit overprotective at times. But in this circumstance he was right to be. These were unfamiliar woods. And even though they were close to the borders of Caras Galadhon, they were still in the dark woods of Mirkwood. Anything could be inhabiting this part of the forest. Orcs, spiders, ill-intentioned travelers, etc. It was best to be cautious.

Satisfied that they had covered all the safety measures, Elrohir said no further words and entered the woods first, leaving Elladan to take the leftward path. It was still early, so the sky had not darkened completely, giving Elladan enough light to see by as he walked beneath the boughs of the blackened trees. A sense of foreboding seemed to lie upon the place, creating an uncomfortable feeling in his chest as he walked deeper. But being naïve, Elladan decided to ignore it and just kept walking, his inner light shining upon the path and lighting the way.

Something rustled the bushes and the twin raised his pointed stick, preparing to skewer what ever came out.

Elrohir walked at a calm pace, almost the leisure speed one would take when strolling though a scenic area for a picnic. He felt no urgent need to finish his task quickly, though that was the initial plan. The moment he entered the forest though, something odd happened. Was it odd? He supposed what initially prompted him to create such a small window of time they could stay in the forest, was fear. But that seemed ridiculous now. How could he have feared such a place that made him feel so good? He felt like he was home. As if this was where he truly belonged. But how could that be? Didn't he like living in the light realm of Imladris? Didn't he despise darkness?

Elrohir scoffed. How could he despise what brought him so much peace? The light of the sun had been an annoyance he had unconsciously dealt with and kept to himself, but now that it was gone, his annoyance was gone with it and he finally felt good. Better than good. The darkness surrounding him was like a warm cloak wrapping around him.

Stay with me.

Elladan ripped his spear free of the animal and carried it along with him. The rabbit wasn't very big, so they would need to catch another in order to have a morning meal. After setting down his traps and rigging them, he took up his weapon once more and made his way even deeper into the woods. When he came to more foliage, the twin stopped and waited.

But as time drew on, it became clear that no small animal was hiding in it, and so Elrohir returned his spear to his side and kept walking until he arrived at several densely packed bushes all clustered together under a stone ledge. This was a good place to stay because in the day the area would be shaded and when it rained it would remain dry. Not to mention secluded. The bushes did a good job on its own at hiding the creatures, but the ledge would keep them hidden from any birds searching for them from above. There had to be a rabbit in there somewhere.

Making up his mind, Elladan tossed a pebble into the foliage, and sure enough, some mice and two rabbits ran out.

The twin reeled back his weapon, but dropped it to the ground as something assailed his senses.

Elladan grasped onto his head as it began to pound, his vision blurring. Then, all at once a heavy weight settled on top of him, seemingly crushing his lungs and forcing the air from them. Elladan dropped to his knees and tried to take a deep breath in, but found that he could not. Terror began to set in but the twin forced himself not to panic, taking small breaths instead of large ones. Thankfully, he found that he could get a little air this way and the fear began to dissipate some even though the pounding was still ever present.

It was not to be for long though.

Elladan grabbed his chest, the feeling of something trying to pull something out of him taking him by complete surprise. The twin looked on in horror as his glow started to dim, and immediately knew what it was trying to take. Not going down without a fight, Elladan focused on his shields and strengthened them with his mind, feeling the heavy pressure that they were holding back.

The force rammed very hard against the shields. And Elladan screamed.

"Ada!"

~LOTRLOTRLOTR~

Elrond slowly opened his eyes and returned his arm back to his side, fixing Legolas with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You see? I am perfectly fine now."

Elrond smiled at the boy. "Surely this is news that lifts my heart, but I would like to monitor you while I am here."

"Why?"

"Well, how often did you have bad dreams before I came?"

Legolas thought for a moment. "Quite often, but they are getting better."

"That is precisely why I want to keep an eye on you. A healing fëa should be protected, even after it has mended completely." Elrond continued speaking, expecting the question already forming in the young one's mind. "This is because it can be more easily damaged the next time it is attacked. Though, I doubt we have much to worry about in your case. You have one of the strongest I have ever witnessed."

"I do?" Legolas asked.

Elrond's lips curved upward in a half-smile. "Yes, penneth. And it will serve you well in the centuries to come."

Legolas crawled out of Elrond's lap and jumped into a fighting stance, pretending to string an invisible arrow to an equally invisible bow. "I hope to be in the patrol one day. Shooting arrows from the trees or fighting an orc or spider with my daggers!" Legolas fired off the arrows into the air, making swishing sounds while firing each one. Then he put the bow on his back and drew his not-real knives, slashing the air with them. "No fell creatures are going to get past me!" Legolas lunched forward with one of his knives, and satisfied that the creature was now dead, turned towards the elf lord. "I hope that my training goes well."

"I sense some trepidation in your voice. Do you expect something to interfere with it going well?" Elrond asked.

"No, I just don't want to disappoint my father. I know he does not approve of me becoming a warrior. He has told me so but also told me that he will allow it. I could tell then that he hated the idea though. But now he watches me train and even spars with me on occasion. I think that he would be upset if I quit or failed my final test."

Elrond did not need to ponder his next words. "Legolas, you could never disappoint your father. Whether you become a warrior or not, Thranduil will love you no less."

Legolas was surprised by the short answer. "How do you know?"

"Your father and I have had many talks over the centuries. I heard it from his own mouth."

Legolas smiled softly, then his eyes narrowed in determination as he seemed to stare at a spot on the wall. "I will not fail."

Elrond saw something unexplainable in the elfling's eyes, a power that had not been there before. Then it disappeared. The healer decided not to bring it up when Legolas next faced him, sensing that he would not divulge this secret. Instead he leveled a supportive one of his own. "I have every faith that you won't." Elrond stood up. "Come, we have been keeping your father waiting long enough."

Legolas allowed himself to be lead a short distance before stopping abruptly. "Wait, I have something to ask you first."

Elrond gave the elfling wordless permission.

"How did my ada injure his hand?"

Elrond sighed. He had hoped to keep his folly a secret from Legolas, knowing what emotions it would evoke in him. What would Legolas think of him? Elrond did not know, but he wasn't eager to find out. That is why when Legolas asked Elrond did not know what to say.

Legolas took the silence as something more than it was, and broke it. "Do I not want to know?"

Elrond knew he had to answer or Legolas would only think of the worst possibilities. Though, the truth was not much better. In fact, in many ways it was worse. So Elrond gave the elfling a simple but true reply while he thought of how to best explain his rash actions.

"Yes and no."

Elrond had expected for Legolas to be momentarily puzzled, but not what came after. Legolas frowned, taking the smallest step back. When he spoke his voice was tight and quiet.

"Did you do it?"

Elrond nodded, sighing internally at what the revelation would bring. They had just begun mending things between them and now Legolas would probably hate and fear him all over again. "Yes, but it was an accident."

"Explain," Legolas said, crossing his arms.

Elrond was momentarily reminded of Thranduil the way Legolas spoke that one word so briskly, commanding him to obey. He would have smiled wistfully given different circumstances, but now his expression was dark, expecting something foreboding. "Your father had gone to bed in an extremely exhausted state and had a terrible nightmare. In this nightmare, another version of me killed him and… you. When I brought you to him after you passed out in the garden he believed I was going to do what I… the version of me did in the dream. There was nothing I could do to change his mind. Your father would have surely killed me if I had not taken advantage of his blind spot and cut his hand." Elrond continued quickly when Legolas took another small step backwards. "Do not misunderstand my words. It was only supposed to be a small one, pain enough only to rouse him to his senses, but I forgot which knife was in my possession and ended up doing more damage than I had meant to with only a little pressure."

"You wanted to snap him out of his state and felt the only way was to cause him pain? Couldn't you have done something else?"

Elrond shook his head mournfully. "I could not."

To Elrond's relief, Legolas did not move further back, staring at him intensely. Then he spoke. "I believe you. You never hurt me, so I don't believe you would hurt my father on purpose. Even if the Darkness was controlling you then you have shown your resilience towards it."

Elrond let out an inaudible breath of air at the news, not knowing how nervous he had really been to tell the boy the truth. "I thank you for your trust in me penneth. After all that has happened you have every right not to, but you prefer to see the good in others. That is one of the things I admire about you, Legolas." Elrond rested a comforting hand on Legolas's shoulder, squeezing it gently. His lips twitched in amusement. "You know, your father has not yet asked me to treat him."

Legolas gaped. "Really?"

"Indeed. Between you and me I do not think your ada likes going to the healers anymore than you do."

Legolas laughed with a hand over his mouth. "Do you think he is afraid?"

Elrond delighted in the child's laughter. "Let's just say I don't think he is looking forward to it. No one likes pain, not even your ada."

Legolas sobered. He had not really thought of the possibility, but supposed it was true. "I guess." Legolas bit his lip in contemplation. "You're not going to hurt him.. I mean when you treat him, right? Sometimes your treatments can hurt worse than the injury."

Elrond shook his head. "There will be some pain, but your ada is strong enough to handle it. I will be as gentle as I can," Elrond said lastly, to assure him.

Legolas nodded. Then he glanced at the opening in the tent that formed the door before fixing his gaze on the healer. "We should go then so you can heal him."

"As long as you are ready," Elrond replied. He had wrapped the wound securely and the blood had not leaked through the bandages, which told him that the wound had likely clotted and was healing unhindered. Even if he were to forgo tending to it that day, Elrond doubted anything would change. But it was better that he do it now in case some infection was beginning to set in.

"I am ready," Legolas replied.

Elrond draped an arm around him and gently guided Legolas out of the tent. Thranduil was standing a few feet away, and greeted them. "I take it everything has been resolved?"

Elrond and Legolas both nodded, smiling back. Then, suddenly, the elf lord stumbled backwards away from the two, clutching his head.

Concerned, Thranduil rushed over to him, supporting him with his arms. "Elrond, what's happening?"

"Can you hear us, Elrond?" Legolas hooked one of the peredhel's arms over his shoulder, giving his father the same look of worry.

The healer's eyes were unfocused for a moment before absolute terror took them over, and a groan of pain escaped his lips which he could not stifle. Before any of them could say anything more, Elrond dashed off in the direction of the stable, leaving the two elves to follow in pursuit.

When Elrond saw them enter, he spoke quickly. "I am going to need to borrow one of your fastest horses. This is more of a demand than a request, Thranduil. My son's are in danger and one of them was badly hurt. I must go to them immediately."

Thranduil nodded, understanding. "Take Asavaith." The Elvenking pointed to the black horse munching on hay toward the back of the stable.

Elrond readied the horse faster than Thranduil had seen even the most equestrian of his riders do, and rode off without another word.

"I hope the twins are alright," Legolas said, watching the figure of the elf lord disappear from view. He was disappointed that Elrond was leaving so soon after they had mended things, but the prince would not have Elrond stay at the peril of his children's lives.

Thranduil did not reply, guilt for his previous actions eating at him. Was he too harsh with them? The twins did try to maim his only son. But at the same time they didn't succeed. Did they deserve their punishment? Perhaps he could have been more lenient with them and they would still be in their room. On the other hand, could he be sure they would have stopped themselves in time? Elladan had told the king that they did not plan on hurting the boy, only frighten him. But how could he be sure the twin was telling the truth. Was he telling the truth? Thranduil did not receive any explanation from Elrohir, which could mean that he either did not agree with his brother and meant his son harm, or wasn't interested in speaking. The latter was doubtful, but Elrohir's lack of empathy told the king that it was very likely that Elrohir would have gone through with it if they had not made it in time. He was right to punish them, and the twins running off was of their own folly and not his fault. Despite the fact that one of them got hurt. It wasn't his fault…

Legolas grew concerned by his father's silence, and spoke. "Ada, is something wrong?"

Thranduil tilted his head in his son's direction, shaking his head. "No greenleaf, I was just contemplating something for a moment." He looked at his son, relieved by the new sense of purpose he saw. Then and idea came to him. "Why don't we eat something and then go to the archery fields. It has been a while since I have spared with my son. I want to see how much you have improved."

Legolas smiled happily. "That sounds like a great idea!" The prince had been looking forward to the days when his ada would spar with him ever since the first time, and now that day was upon him. Granted, Legolas was sure he wouldn't last more than a few seconds if this were a real battle, but Thranduil used the spars to teach, so he held back quite a bit and in turn, gave Legolas enough time to practice the techniques on his opponent. Legolas was excited to show off how much he had learned since the last spar. Albeit a tad nervous, but mostly excited.

"Race you back to the palace!" Legolas challenged, darting out of the stables.

Thranduil smirked to himself. Oh, you really should not have challenged me, my son. He stood still for a few moments, mentally counting down from ten. Then the Elvenking ran out of the stables so fast that the doors trembled with the currents of air thrown at them.

Legolas ran the final stretch and then slammed the palm of his hand against the door, claiming it in victory.

"Not bad."

The prince stepped back in surprise as he saw his ada standing about a foot from him, crossing his arms as he leaned sideways against the door.

"How did you get here so fast? I ran as fast as I could."

Thranduil laughed. "I have longer legs than you and more endurance." Thranduil looked thoughtful. "Also, I know a secret passed down to me from the lord of the Eagles."

Legolas's eyes widened. "The lord of the Eagles? That's not fair, you cheated, ada!"

Thranduil shook his head. "I didn't cheat. You just made a mistake."

Legolas crossed his arms. Oh really? What mistake did I make?"

"My dear Legolas, your mistake was challenging me to a foot race." Thranduil laughed as he ran inside.

Legolas ran after him, shouting.

~LOTRLOTRLOTR~

Elladan was conflicted. But he didn't know why. Why was he hesitating in his decision to stay in the woods? It was a wonderful and safe place, and the voice promised only safety and happiness if he stayed. Wait, what voice? Why would he listen to an unknown voice?

Stay with me

Why should he stay here? It was dark and cold. Those were uncomfortable and bad things.

Stay with me

No, it all made sense now. Darkness wasn't bad, it was good. The woods weren't cold, they were warm.

Stay with me

"Ye-"

Elrohir heard a scream. His brother's scream.

Without hesitation he raced in the same direction as the chilling sound, turning sheet white when he heard his brother mention their father. "You won't touch him," he hissed.

When Elrohir made it to his brother he frantically looked around for the elf lord, but finding no one, he rushed to his brothers side. Elladan was unconscious. That was the only thing Elrohir noticed, frantically searching for a pulse. A dull thud reached his senses, and he nearly fell backwards in relief. "Wake up El," Elrohir said quietly, positioning his bother's head on his lap.

Elladan's eyes fluttered open. He smiled when he recognized the face above him. "Ro." Then he shot up, clutching his head.

Elrohir grabbed his brother by the shoulders, frowning. "What's wrong, El?"

Elladan took a few experimental deep breaths, relieved that he could now do so. Then he spun around toward the older twin, speaking.

"It was horrible Ro. It felt like something was trying to rip something out of me. My glow started to dim and I could hardly breath. I strengthened my shields, but then…" Elladan shuddered. "It was horrible."

"Did ada hurt you? Why did you cry out his name?" Elrohir asked, not sure if he could handle the answer.

Elladan met his brother's gaze and saw only brutal honesty. "I did that?"

"Yes, I thought you were being attacked by him. Why would you do such a thing?"

Elladan looked sheepish. "I was afraid. I suppose in the face of danger some part of me still thinks of him as our father. Someone that protects us. I'm sorry."

Elrohir sighed. "I don't blame you. If I had not… gotten sidetracked I would have sensed your need and been here to help you. I failed you, El. I'm the one who is sorry."

"There was nothing you could have done," Elladan said honestly, pushing himself off the ground.

Elrohir tried to help him to stand, but the twin waved him away, scooping up the rabbit from the ground before standing. "We should leave now. This is enough for dinner and the traps will hopefully snare us some breakfast for tomorrow."

"Alright," Elrohir said, though he was confused at the pang of loss that struck him. Ignoring it, Elrohir walked with his brother out of the forest.

When they arrived at the campsite, Elrohir felt a sudden need to rest, and put down his spear, setting himself down on the tree stump. Elladan however, pulled out his pack and dug out two stones, striking them together until a spark flew free and landed in the wood pile, igniting it. The younger twin then preceded to skin the rabbit, but stopped when Elrohir spoke.

"You're the one that got injured. I should be preparing the meal instead of resting."

"It is fine," Elladan responded. "You seem like you could use the rest and I am recovered enough to work a little."

"As long as you're sure. But if the pain comes back I want you to tell me and i'll take over, all right?"

"All right," Elladan said, smiling softly. He took out a crumpled handkerchief from his bag and opened it, revealing a few berries and vegetables, a little seasoning beside them.

"Where did you get those?" asked Elrohir.

"Where else? I found them in the forest. All of them are safe to consume, and I found a small stream by which to wash them."

"I am impressed."

Elladan smiled proudly at his brother and then set to preparing their dinner. After dinner, the two sat in companionable silence, until something broke it.

"Was that your stomach?"

Elladan nodded. "I think I ate too much. I'm not feeling so good."

"How could you have eaten too much? There was barely enough meat for one of us, much less two."

Then I suppose I have a stomach sickness." Elladan grabbed his brother's arm, an alarmed expression on his face. "You don't think it had rabies, do you?"

"Probably not, but if you start foaming at the mouth I'll let you know."

Elladan swatted his brother on the arm. "That's not very comforting! What if this was happening to you and I said that? You'd hate it."

"No, I would be grateful to you for telling me the truth instead of hitting your arm," Elrohir retorted. "Or at least aim for the one that's not bruised!"

Elladan gave his brother a sheepish grin. "Oh, sorry, I forgot."

Elrohir sighed. "I only wished I had listened to you about taking the path around the gorge instead of going through it. The ground was too steep, even for our elven horses."

"I'm glad you stayed on when you hit that tree," the younger twin replied.

"So am I," the old twin responded. He observed his brother and noticed that he wanted to say something, but was holding back. For what reason, the twin did not know, but Elrohir did not want his brother to fell like he couldn't speak to him. In reality, his brother could say anything to him and Elrohir would not mind a bit.

"What do you want to ask me?"

Elldan thought of feigning ignorance, but could tell by his brother's expression that it wouldn't work.

"I just wanted to ask if I could examine it. I know you did not let me do so the last time, but I have noticed you wincing in pain when you think I won't see you. You could be more hurt than you're letting on. It's better that I look at it."

Elrohir sighed, but nodded, handing his brother his arm with noticeable struggle.

Elladan noticed this, but kept it to himself. He rolled up his brother's sleeve, noting the purple bruise just above the crook of his arm, and spoke. "I'm going to apply pressure in order to check for internal damage. You shouldn't feel much at first, but If the pain becomes more than you can bear I want you to tell me, alright?"

Elrohir nodded. "Just please get on with it. I'm tired and want to go to bed."

Elladan lightly pressed his fingers into the surrounding tissue, eyes closed in concentration before increasing the pressure. He did this around the entire bruise, but paused when one location was left. "You're going to feel this a lot more," he warned.

"Just do it, El."

Elladan pressed his finger's hard into the bruise. With closed eyes he felt around in the deep tissue, checking for any damage to the tendons and then to the bone."

Elrohir cried out in pain, and Elladan had no choice but to stop and release his arm as it was pulled away from him. The younger twin felt a lump in his throat as he spoke. "I'm sorry I had to do that, Ro."

"It's fine," Elrohir replied, though his voice sounded strained.

Elladan did not believe a word of it. "There's good news and bad news. The good news is that your tendons are not strained or broken, but there is a hairline fracture to your bone, which is why it hurt you so much when I pressed it. The good news is that it will heal in three weeks as long as you are careful and do not exert yourself."

Elrohir had his eyes closed and his arm cradled protectively against his chest, jaw noticeably set. When his brother spoke he did not reply at first, but a few moments later, his eyes opened and he spoke. "This will surely slow us down."

"Only if we let it," Elladan replied, optimistically. "I'll make you a drought for the pain and make another one for you to take in the morning. You will need it much more tomorrow, so this one will be of mild strength only to allow you to sleep."

Elrohir nodded, knowing it to be the right course of action. He knew as much about medicine as his brother, but between the two of them, Elladan had more of a knack for healing than he did. That didn't bother Elrohir though, since he was better at performing surgeries. They each had their strengths.

Elrohir unclasped and pulled off his cloak with the aid of his uninjured arm, handing it to his brother. "Use this to bind it."

Elladan pulled off his own cloak and tied the two ends together to create a makeshift sling. He spoke as he was helping his brother into it. "Injuries often make the temperature of the body fluctuate. I want you to be as warm as possible, and your cloak does an excellent job of sheltering you from the cold wind. It may yet get much colder before we arrive to the Golden Wood."

Elladan finished preparing the herbs and then retrieved a pot from his bag, standing up. There was no need to tell his brother where he was going, because the stream was only a few yards away. And so he walked away, returning a few moments later with a pot filled half-way with water. The twin then set it on the fire and placed the herbs into it before placing the lid over it.

"It's going to take some time until they are ready. How would you like to pass the time?"

Elrohir smirked, an idea coming to him.

I know it's a bit weird that it's nighttime where the twins are but day time in the Mirkwood realm. There is an explanation for this. The part of the forest the twins are traveling right now is the darkest, and it makes them hallucinate. Even though the sun is shining they only see the moon in a darkened sky. There is also another aspect of this, but I'll reveal it in the next few chapters.

Feel free to review and tell me what you thought of this chapter! Do you think Elrond was right to leave so abruptly without saying goodbye to Legolas? How do you think the the twins will pass the time until the herbs boil? I love answering questions , so send me lots if you have them!

Chapter 19 will be likely posted next Saturday, but it is only partially written like this one, so no promises. Heh.