The silence within the vast Library was unnerving.

With a frustrated sigh, Estel slammed the heavy book in front of him shut before collapsing back into his chair. He reached for his tea, taking a large gulp. He immediately regretted doing so as the liquid proved to be stone cold.

"I give up. We have read through ever single book within this section of the Library. If we were going to find the information we're searching for, we would have by now." Legolas groaned, slowly closing the book in his lap. "Surely we are wasting time-"

"We are not wasting time." Elladan cut him off. "An unknown, injured Elleth has seemingly appeared out of thin air, within the borders of Imladris. Time spent attempting to assist her cannot be considered a waste."

"Perhaps we are simply going about this the wrong way." Elrohir mused, standing to stretch. Estel, Elladan and Legolas shared a look of confusion.

"What do you propose we try instead, brother?" Legolas asked. "Reading the books back to front?"

"No." Elrohir rolled his eyes. "What I mean is we are trying to find information on Luhtare, yet we are ignoring the best source we could have."

"Which is?"

"Her own mind." Estel cut in. "But she doesn't remember anything, Elrohir! What do you suppose we do?"

Elrohir grinned, turning to look out of the window overlooking the surrounding forest.

"I think it is time we introduced her to her horse."

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It was late in the afternoon when Arwen found herself slowly making her way towards the Healing Hall, her mind set on spending time with Luhtare.

Just as she reached the door to Luhtare's room, it flew open . Arwen barely had time to step back, before the Healer rushed passed, head bowed low. She watched as the Healer continued to hurry down the hall, before shaking her head and stepping into the room.

Luhtare sat on the edge of the bed, staring out of the window. She turned her head softly as Arwen closed the door behind her with a soft click.

"Forgive my intrusion, Luhtare. But I thought you may be lonely."

Luhtare smiled softly, humming.

"I would not deny your company, Lady Arwen. I would greatly appreciate it." She replied as the daughter of Elrond gently sat down beside her. "I have been alone with my thoughts for far too long."

"What are your thoughts, Luhtare?"

"I am trying to make sense of my… situation. There's several details I can't quite understand- I cannot remember anything about myself. Yet I can still remember how to read, how to write…"

"Your memory is separate to your functions, mellon nin. It is quite common for a warrior to return home from war with no memory of himself- yet when asked, he still remembers how to use his weapon. It is strange, yet… understandable." Arwen reassured her, reaching to place a hand on her shoulder in comfort.

With a sudden jolt, Luthare pulled away, as if the gentle touch had caused great pain.

"Luhtare, I am sorry! I did not mean to cause you pain…"

"It is nothing, Lady Arwen. You just touched a particularly tender wound, is all." The elleth smiled slightly. "Forgive me, but I suddenly feel extremely tired- would you mind if I excused myself?"

"Oh, of course. Perhaps I could return tomorrow, when you are feeling better?"

"I would like that, My Lady." She replied with another gentle smile.

"In that case, I look forward to our next conversation." With a small sigh and a bow of her head, Arwen turned and left the room.

She never saw how the gentle smile slowly twisted into a glare.

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It was well past midnight when Lord Elrond wandered back into the dark library, candle in hand- His mind would not allow him to rest at this time. His hand wandered over the leather bound spines of the books as he passed them, some unread in centuries. There was something about the texture of the large texts that brought comfort to his troubled mind. Eventually he stopped, his fingers lingering on a particularly large, yet unmarked book.

He carefully pulled it from the shelf, carrying it over to a nearby reading desk. He lit another lamp before slowly opening the dusty cover, settling in for what he knew would be several hours of reading. He turned page after page, his frustration rising as he continued to discover nothing but useless information. One hour turned into two as his eyes began to close against his will, his shoulders beginning to slouch.

As he turned the next page, he mentally decided that he would have to return the next day to continue his research with fresh eyes and mind-

-and then, something caught his attention.

He read it once- twice. He read it a third time, barely breathing.

He sat back, his mind racing with the information he'd just discovered.

"Ai. This is not good."

Uh, is anyone reading this? If so, please let me know.