AN: Without further ado, here is chapter SEVEN. I also have discovered a better way of separating sections, I think. I figured I'd give it a trial run. And… umm.. PLEASE review? It makes authors happy.

Also, I was having major trouble finding the Sindarin word for "help". I found one dictionary that gave the noun version of 'help' as Tulu. Going by what very little I know of Sindarin grammar, an 'o' at the end of most verbs indicates a command, such as "tolo si" meaning "come here!". However, another dictionary I consulted says that "tulo" would mean "come" and not "tolo". So you see, I'm in a bit of a pickle. Since I trust the dictionary that gave tolo as the word 'come', I'll stick to that, and use 'tulo' as 'help'.

(Dream sequences)

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For a while, Silathil slept peacefully, laid back upon the soft mattress dreamlessly. Hours ticked by, and all was quiet.

The dream began with a few twitches from Silathil's face, more pleasant than anything...

He was on horseback, riding beside what was almost a mirror image of him, heading toward Minas Tirith from Lothlorien, answering a summons from the King, Aragorn. Apparently, too long had gone between visits and the royal was missing his foster brothers.

The twins had smelt orc from two directions as they drew closer, and always up for a hunt, they devised a plan. Elladan would head for Osgiliath, while Elrohir would ride a day south of Minas Tirith and take care of the ones they knew were there. Neither had any problems taking care of bands of orc before, even alone. This didn't seem to be any different. With a cheerful cry to his brother, he set off southward, urging his mount faster across the mountainous land.

He had found them within a half a day, and the battle was going well, so far as he could tell. There weren't that many to be too much of a bother. But then an orc horn sounded a few hundred yards off and things turned ugly. His beloved horse, Glosshelf, was slain as dozens spewed from the mountainsides! Elrohir felt himself fall, twisting to land on his feet rather than be trapped beneath his horse, and fought as best he knew how.

He called out as two more orc went down, hoping against reality that his brother was still within earshot, the name "Elladan!!" screeching off his lips before something large, hard and heavy landed upon his head. All went black, the darkness of a faint enveloping him in blessed numbness.

Flashes came after that, of fists and sharp pains along his flesh...

Silathil was writhing upon his bed, eyes open as elves most times will sleep, yet unseeing as cries echoed from his lips. "Elladan!! Tulo!!" ("Elladan!! Help!!") The words were screamed from his mouth... Indeed, it must have been a terrible nightmare to cause him to shout out as he was. It was enough to wake the dead, had they been within their midst, and if he continued his cries, surely the house would have been woken up!

Suddenly, he fell still, save for soft whimpers of pain, his face etched with the sensation and sorrow.

The wind was warm, carrying through it the sounds of singing somewhere far off. All was clear and clean and fresh and good, but there was a comfortable fog seeping in, rising up from the ground, and closing in around him til it was all he could see.

And then as the fog began to clear, he became aware...

And Haldir of Lórien was awake. He took in a slow breath, feeling the cool air on his flesh, the silence heavy on his ears as he made to sit up on the bed. Legolas was still asleep, eyes open just enough for him to see the glimmer of blue behind his lashes as they shifted in sleep to look at him, attracted by his movement.

Off handedly, he wondered what Men thought of their sleep, as he stood, and pushed his hair back from his face. He went to Legolas bed then, and brushed a lock of hair from the corner of the princes mouth, pulling up the blanket he'd kicked off sometime in the night.

"Haldir.."

"No...Shh...not yet...not yet..." Haldir hushed him gently, looking to his face to find it turned towards him slightly, eyelids barely blinking in his half-aware stage.

"Not yet...?" Legolas repeated, barely comprehending.

"That's right...not yet." Haldir smiled slightly, standing there long enough to see Legolas sink back into dreams before he made his way towards the window near Elrohir's bed to look out. As it would happen, he'd never get there.

Noticing the stifled murmurs and movements from his bed, he went that way instead, brows furrowed. And then, Elrohir had called out, startling Haldir completely, making him jump in surprise. He sat beside him then, as fast as he could gain his composure, while the sounds of Legolas half-falling out of bed thunked behind him.

"Silathil?" He insisted, reaching out to touch his face. "It's alright Silathil...wake up..." A glance over his shoulder told him that his traveling companion was awake, and armed in his uncertainty of what had just happened.

"What's going on?" Legolas asked while moving over to them, lowering his bow as he approached and still looking about the room in unease. That wasn't really the best way to be woken up.

"He's having a nightmare," Haldir hissed in response, motioning for him to put his weapon away.

The slumbering lordling remained within the throes of his nightmare for a few moments longer before clarity finally came over those silver visionaries, the dream dissolving to reveal Haldir hovering over him. Had the elf found him?

"Haldir... nín meldir... What happened? There were orcs... so many orcs..." He groaned softly, fingers flitting toward his forehead to rub at his temples. Though he had no headache, he felt some sort of stress from whatever it was that happened, tension in his muscles that had yet to fade.

After a moment, he sighed and sank back into the mattress with a sigh. "It was a dream, wasn't it? A nightmare..." Both hands dropped to his own sides, his gaze focusing upon the pair that had gathered to his bedside. How embarrassing! He shifted slightly, sitting up against the pillow behind him, focusing upon Haldir, who had been the first to his side, judging by their positions.

"Elladan... He went to Osgiliath... we thought it would be all right... we'd done it dozens of times! Why didn't it...?" He rambled in a half whisper, begging the Galadhrim for answers he knew the blonde could not give. No one knew what had gone wrong save for Elrohir, himself, and his memory did not tell all, he was certain of it. "I went south... A half-day's ride from where we parted..." A soft shake of his head was given then, before those grey eyes widened in shock.

"Haldir... I remember the attack... I remember the smell... the sounds... not all of it, but... I remember it, muin meldir..." His grip found the Marchwarden's then, twining with the strength he provided, lids closing as the feeling sank in. "And I remember who you both are, though no memories will come. We were friends, long before Arda nearly ripped at the seams, weren't we?"

"You feel impressions of us." Haldir tried to help, "Like there is a shadow of us in the back of your mind, though you cannot see it." Haldir hated that he could not fully understand what it was that Elrohir went through. He could not fathom what it must be like to know nothing of your life. And then here they were, come to him out of the clear blue. And of all beings to have found him, it had been his friends, whom he could not remember. Even as they'd set out separately, from different places, and with different destinations in mind. How odd that they should meet up and take a path they'd never considered traveling. The path, it turned out, which led to Elrohir.

"We grew up together, you and I," Legolas confirmed, moving to crawl onto the bed behind Haldir before sprawling and making himself at home. "And Haldir was the ugly elf that came hence from Lothlórien often to spread his ego about Imladris." He smiled, not seeming phased by the swift smack he was dealt against his bare chest. Though he doesn't look at Haldir, he could picture the sneering, appalled look he had to have on his face and that was enough.

Haldir released a controlled sigh. "It's true." he admits, "You all weren't fond of me at first. But it was only because I mistook Legolas for a girl, and referred to him as My Lady." The smile on Legolas' face faded quickly, though he said nothing about it. It was Haldir's turn to wear the smile.

Silathil, or Elrohir, mused over what they told him, nodding slightly before he burst into laughter. Haldir? Ugly? Well, he wasn't as delicate as Legolas, true... but he wasn't ugly by a far stretch. And again, there was truth that Legolas appeared quite girlish at times.

As the grin drifted away from the fair Prince's face, he reached out to tap the darker blonde's nose. "For one, Haldir isn't ugly, though if I ever said as such in my youth, I hope I had the mind to apologize immediately. If not, I extend such now. Second, though you do have a slim frame that could, at first, trick folk into thinking you were a female, it would be a lie if I said I'd care for you more any other way, as it only adds to the beauty I'm sure you're renowned for." Such poetic words! He hadn't even thought he was capable of such, but it seemed that with those memories came the eloquence that long studies with their father brought... at least off-and-on, for though he could not remember, Elladan and Elrohir had been known to cast flowery prose when the mood struck them, then revert to almost childish phrasings as they teased each other from hill to dale.

A hand lifted lightly to brush along Haldir's cheek before he turned enough to rest his back against the wall his bed was set along. "I'm sorry if I woke you both up... but I can't say I'm not glad to have seen your faces after waking from that... that terrible memory."

Legolas was smiling again, as was Haldir, both seeming quite content to know that they weren't ugly, even though they'd known it before hand. It was always nice to hear.

"Yes, Legolas is known for his enchanting beauty, just as I am known for my arrogant mouth." Haldir uttered with a slight smile and an arch of his eyebrow while Legolas looked up at him from where he half-lay.

"And your overly suspicious attitude," the prince added.

"It's my job to be suspicious." Haldir sighed, looking down at him and reaching out to carefully pull a piece of lint from a strand of his golden hair. His hands quickly returned to his lap, but as Elrohir reached out to touch him, he turned his cheek into his hand for the moment it was there, looking up at him quietly. "Don't be sorry, I was already awake, actually," he admitted.

"I wasn't" Legolas admitted, "Though, I don't mind being woken up. We're your friends, and we're here if you need us." Haldir nodded in agreement, glancing down to watch the fair Prince rub his eyes, lips pouting for the moment as he did it.

"Legolas awoke, ready to kill orcs." He teased. Legolas smiled sheepishly, glancing over to the bow he'd set on Elrohir's dresser, and shrugged one shoulder.

"Yes. Never can be too careful."

"This from the elf that walked out unarmed into an aimed bow just yesterday," Haldir chided.

"Account that to shock."

"Perhaps he thought we were being attacked? I'm sure I would have thought so had our roles been reversed..." Silathil mused as he scrunched his legs lightly beneath him, giving both more room upon his bed to make themselves comfortable. It felt nice to have them so close. Their presence was more than pleasant, and it comforted his mind to know he wasn't alone, even if his dreams murmured he had been.

"And one would like a friend that can spring from bed and be armed in seconds if he thinks there is a threat... even if it was only because he slept through earlier moments that would have showed him otherwise." It was praise within a jest, and his features remained gentle through it... he was only teasing. In truth, he was thankful that both had come to his aide in whichever way they thought would help, reaching for both their hands to give each one a squeeze.

"Yes, see? You should feel fortunate that I am so swift." Legolas goaded, poking Haldir in the ribs hard a few times with his index and middle fingers. Haldir made an uncomfortable face, shying away from Legolas' hand and giving him nothing shy of a dirty look. "By Elbereth, Legolas! Your fingers are like slender twigs. Trim your fingernails," he hissed, sliding his hand under his shirt to rub his skin there uncomfortably. Legolas furrowed his brow, and looks at his fingers deeming that they were in perfect condition.

"They need trimming not," he insisted with a faint sulk, reaching out to pull Haldir's shirt up to see for himself and then tracing a finger tip over the pale skin there in inspection. "You've nary a red mark from it, save what you caused by rubbing." The shirt dropped, only to be lifted again by Haldir as he looked down at it himself.

"It was still a horrid pain," he informed the other, poking him in the ribs then to prove his case, and smiled as Legolas let out a soft howl and smacked his hand away.

Silathil's attention had ping-ponged between both as they exchanged their gentle banter, seeming only one insult away from injuring the other, or two insults away from kissing! He knew not which would happen, but regardless, it was amusing. But all good things must come to an end. He cleared his throat lightly to interrupt, dragging their bantering away from their mock-fight. "And as for Haldir being "suspicious"... I'm sure Lothlorien has been kept much safer with that suspicious attitude... By the Valar, I'm glad you're both here!" he ended, shaking his head as if the action would help ease the emotions rushing through him. He wanted to hug them both... to curl against them and fall asleep knowing the three of them were together again, even if he couldn't remember the last time they had been. He wanted to go riding with them, to hunt and swim... to share moments of his life -now- with them, as he was certain they had in his youth, even if the images failed to show within his thoughts.

"How long will you both stay here? Do you have any place you need to go soon?" Hope laced his voice, praying that he would be blessed with their presence for longer than a few days or even a week or two.

"I will remain here as long as you need for me to." Haldir told Elrohir then. "And I am glad to be here, as you are glad to have us here."

Legolas added, "I will stay as long as I am permitted."

"I was thinking perhaps the children should learn Elvish," Haldir suggested off-handedly only a moment later. "They would be trusted better by animals, therefore would have little trouble having them cooperate." Legolas nodded thoughtfully to this, for once in agreement.

And suddenly Haldir and Legolas were back to being good friends. It made the dark haired Princeling wonder exactly what would happen next, concerning them both. But the idea of teaching the children elvish did seem like a very good idea. Not only would it ensure that taking care of the horses would be easier for them both, but... in a way, the presence of the elves would never die, for they would exist if only in language, in this tiny village long after they sailed to the Undying Lands. The thought made him smile, and he nodded his approval of the idea.

"I think they'd enjoy that, actually... especially Aram. You've got him wrapped around your little finger, Legolas. I swear he adores you." A glance was given to Haldir, brows arching in curiosity. "I'm assuming you'd be helping teach them, as well?" Oh, that he'd have to see. Haldir, being patient with children. And not just children, but human children! But again, the idea of Haldir teaching them... the image actually appealed to him! He knew, somehow, that Daine and Aram would surprise the Marchwarden in many ways. They were intelligent but playful, and they knew when to be serious as well.

Yes, they would surprise Haldir, and Silathil had a feeling that at least he and Legolas would be thoroughly amused with the outcome.

Haldir gave a curt nod of his head, looking up to Elrohir in all seriousness. "I will help teach them." he agreed, ignoring the soft scoff Legolas accidentally let escape in his half-hearted disbelief. Haldir turned to the blonde then with a soft sigh.

"I would ask you to write small parts of stories in elvish for them, so they won't die of boredom. I think they would be more willing to uncover a story than to just memorize the words. They seem fond of tales, and especially yours." Legolas gave a thoughtful nod, looking off at nothing while he pondered what stories he could use that would keep the children captivated on paper.

"I will begin with the tale of the Two Trees of Valinor," he announced with a grin suddenly. "How Isil, and Anar, the moon and the sun came to be. That was always our favorite story as children. I wonder if they have heard it before..." Haldir was smiling again, if just the smallest bit.

"I think that story would do well," he confessed, scooting onto the bed a little more, as he was sitting right on the edge of it. And then, a thought seemed to hit them both at once.

"Do you want your bed back?" Legolas asked, sitting up suddenly.

"We seemed to have made ourselves at home here," Haldir added quickly, both of them looking at him apologetically, while poised as if ready to jump up should Elrohir say that he wanted to go back to sleep.

"I am actually still weary...I may lay down again," Legolas admitted.

Haldir scowled slightly. "I'm not tired anymore."

Elrohir chuckled softly, shaking his head ever so slightly. "On the contrary, I feel more comfortable with you here. But if you're feeling sleepy, don't let me keep you from getting some rest... I wasn't joking when I said tomorrow will be a tiring day. The stables need to be cleaned, the horses need exercise, the riding equipment needs maintenance..." He began rambling, counting off the things he had to do on his fingers before freezing, glancing to them both with another toss of his head.

"Of course, neither of you have to do anything, but I figured you'd at least like to ride for a bit. There are some nice trails around here that the horses enjoy quite a bit." Fingers lifted to sift through the gilded hair of Legolas, lips curved into a pleasant grin.

"Well, of course we'll help you." Legolas chuckled.

"We would get bored if we just sat around and did nothing all day." Haldir nodded in agreement, shifting his position slightly as Legolas scooted to the edge of the bed to put his feet on the floor. The prince then leaned forward slightly, letting his hair slip over his shoulders to momentarily veil his face as he rubbed the skin with his hands firmly. Haldir glanced back at him and scooted back into the spot he'd previously been inhabiting.

"I can't sit and do nothing all day..." the warden commented, shaking his head. "I would loose a feeling of purpose, I think."

Seeing Legolas's actions, however, Elrohir spoke once more. "If you wish to lie down, don't let me stop you... I'm just going to wait till I feel a bit calmer about things." Not that he wasn't already - the added moments to talk things over had done wonders - but there was still a nagging fear that the whole ordeal would happen again. Or worse, he'd remember some other horrible event. He'd stopped shaking and his voice had leveled, but he was far from being ready to rest again.

"I hope the other villagers take to you both... I think with the family's acceptance, you might be..." Already fretting over tomorrow? Yup. He was even rambling!

Legolas nodded, sweeping his hair aside as he looked to his friends, pressing his lips together slightly. "We have to send a message to Elladan, too." He reminded them wearily, reaching up with his right hand, to scratch the back of his left shoulder for a moment.

"If you both go to back to bed, I will go do that at first light, before you arise," Haldir offered, looking to Elrohir to see if that would please him. He wasn't sure if he had anything he wanted to say in it, further than they'd already discussed.

Legolas gave a shrug of his shoulder and stood, stretching his body out. "Well, I'm going to bed. You do what you will." He told the other two before smiling at Elrohir. "Good night, again, to you." He reached out to brush his fingertips over the dark-haired elf's hand in retreat.

Grey eyes watched as the blonde prince returned to his bed, pondering over what was said, even as a warm "good night, Legolas," drifted from the Peredhil's mouth.

"Don't worry about the Villagers." Haldir assured with a shrug of his shoulder and a shake of his head. "I care not what they think of me. And I am willing to bet Legolas doesn't either."

As if on cue, Legolas spoke as he was climbing into his bed. "The Villagers will learn to deal with us."

Haldir arched an eyebrow slowly, and offered Elrohir a smirk. "That or you could put them all to sleep with your long-winded tales." The only thing Legolas offered back in response to that was inaudible mumbling, and then deepening silence. Haldir did not speak again until he was sure Legolas wasn't going to speak back, and then he'd turned his attention back to Elrohir, who in turn shifted his gaze upon Haldir, offering a light arch of eyebrows.

"I can't say I'm not tired, but I don't think I could sleep just now, either..." he trailed, resting as heavily as an elf could against the wall behind him... which wasn't very heavily at all. As more thought worked through his mind, he finally put voice to his ponderings.

"The letter... to Elladan? Can we work on it tonight? I'd feel better knowing what was said, especially after the nightmare." His tone was so quiet now, half the volume it had been only moments earlier, contemplative and more hesitant than he'd ever been. His brother. He remembered his brother. Only a few moments of memory, but with it came some sort of understanding that he'd not had in centuries. Elladan. The starlight to his...

Oh, Valar! THAT was where he got the name he held! Starlight and Moonshine. Where the nicknames came from, he didn't know. And it was apparent that neither Haldir nor Legolas knew them, or Silathil would have been recognized quickly. Silathil and Êllim.

"I just... I want some comfort in knowing that, and perhaps together we can come up with something that will warm his heart yet make sure he doesn't visit before we're both prepared to see each other again."

"Of course we can work on it tonight. I have already in my mind what I was going to say, but I will let you decide if you think it is appropriate," Haldir replied before rattling off the message he'd intended to send. "Elladan, In a village south of the White Mountains near the river Ringlo, Legolas and I found your brother. He is well in body, and while he is sane in mind, he has little recollection of his life before roughly 3 centuries ago. We have explained to him his story, and though he looks forward to seeing you, we ask that you hold in Lothlórien until further notice. He has loose ends here that need to be tied and we feel it is best to give him a little at a time. I have no doubt that you will understand this, and honor this request. Please rejoice until you hear from us again, in that he is alive and well, and has lived here a contented and quiet life. Yours, Haldir."

He paused then, and looked to Elrohir for his opinion of it.

He listened as Haldir recited the missive that would be sent to Elladan, grinning more and more as the rich voice continued. By the time the Marchwarden finished, the lordling was veritably beaming at him, fingers grasping at the blonde's in utter joy.

"Haldir! It's as if you could read my mind!" His grasp relaxed soon after, but didn't release completely just yet. "I wish I could recall my sister as well..." He frowned softly then, gazing at the blonde elf intently. "Could you tell me about her? What was she like? I... I've heard tales of her from Minas Tirith, but that was only after she married Aragorn... Was she as kind as they say?"

So curious! But then, could anyone blame him? He was in such an odd situation, still taking tiny steps toward the truth that seemed so far away. It was almost comical, really. His face was alight with some new glow, one spurred by the emotions he was feeling mixed with the inquisitiveness that could put a toddler to shame, and he seemed, for all intents, like someone newly alive, every breath taken with some reverence for what it meant to him, each bubble of laughter enjoyed with new enthusiasm.

"Please, Haldir? Just for a little while. I think it might help me sleep."

"Well," Haldir chuckled, turning his hand over to gently curl his fingers around Elrohir's until the time when the twin would feel like taking them away. "I am no story teller the way Legolas is. But I shall tell you my opinion of the Evenstar. I couldn't deny you that."

He gave a soft clearing of his throat before beginning. "When she was born, you and your brother were already mature Elves. It was apparent from birth that she was very lovely to behold, and the two of you were fiercely proud of her. Your father gave her the name Evenstar as a pet name, for her beauty was of that of the Evening Star. Unbeknownst to him, it would grow with her, becoming her surname, and she would become known as the Evenstar of your people.

"Arwen was full of grace, warmth, and kindness. She spoke softly, and was wise beyond her years at a very young age. Her hair was as black as yours, though longer and wavy. I can only describe it as the black sea at night, the calm and gentle ripples like the water glimmering under the soft moon light.

"Her skin was like freshly fallen morning snow, smooth and flawless with nothing to mar its countenance. Her eyes were the deep winter sky, grey and almost blue in their depth. Men that have seen her describe her as an entity not of this world, laying claim that she is so full of grace that she floats on the very air.

"She fell in love with Elessar, then known as Estel, to the dismay of your father. He did not want them to marry, for it would mean she would forsake her immortal life. Seeing that nothing could be done about their feelings, Elrond forbid them to wed until Aragorn could prove his worth, thereby eluding the fate of his forefathers, and become the rightful King of Gondor.

"As you know, he succeeded. And so Aragorn became Elessar, and to him, Arwen wed." He stopped, hoping that was what Elrohir wanted to hear. "She loved you and your brother very much."

Elrohir listened quietly, eyes glittering as his sister came to life in imagination. The delicate features... the joy she would radiate in their youth. Each feature solidified in his mind as Haldir described it, giving a ghostly image to the general emotion he felt.

His hand kept wrapped lightly about Haldir's, still grasping onto that warm thread of reality while the dream like wisps of thought and imagination flickered in his mind's eye. It was so vivid, though lacking the detail that memory would bring. When his friend finally finished his description, Elrohir sat by his side with fingers clutching the Marchwarden's faintly. His eyes closed ever so lightly, a lingering smile on his lips.

"I can almost see her, Haldir... it's as close to memory as I've ever gotten, and though it isn't the same thing, it's more than I could have ever asked for..." He paused a moment before opening his eyes, leaning in and pressing the faintest of kisses upon his cheek. "Thank you, nín-meldir... you've given me more than I could have hoped for... ever wished for." He sighed lightly and played with the digits that lay within his grasp, a lingering smile still playing over those pale crescents.

Haldir smiled softly, closing his eyes as Elrohir graced him with a kiss, then raised a hand to gently brush his fingertips over the Twin's smooth cheek. "It is no trouble," he assured him gently, opening his eyes then to look down at their hands as well. Haldir watched him play with his fingers while the very hand that he'd touched him with went one step further to brush back a lock of his hair, tucking it back behind pointed ear as the warden's gaze returned to Elrohir's face. There was recollection there – no one could mistake it.

Arwen. And now Elrohir knew his father had given Elladan and Elrohir their nicknames, though theirs did not linger so far as the Evenstar's.

"Father... I think he gave names to more than just Arwen..." the Lordling let the sentence linger, knowing it would peak his friend's interest. Knowing it would easily pull some questions out of Haldir. He welcomed them, if they would be uttered.

"It would surprise me not if he gave nicknames to all that passed through," he jested before allowing his mood to grow serious again. "But really, what makes you say such? Do you remember something else of your past?" he asked, eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity. Nicknames. Surely the twins had them, though he could not recall ever hearing them uttered when he was around. And even if he had, it would have been long ago. He was unsure if he'd even caught them if they were.

Elrohir nodded softly, uncurling his legs to stretch out on half of the bed, allowing Haldir to occupy the other half. "Silathil... and Êllim." He let the words sink in to the Marchwarden's mind, knowing the Galadhrim was more than intelligent enough to figure the significance of his name out, especially after the conversation about Arwen.

The Evening Star, Moonshine and Star-light. The similarities could not be missed, even this late at night. But he was slowly growing more exhausted as time went on, and his grip upon the blonde's hand was growing lax, though it was apparent he didn't wish to relinquish the hold despite his drowsy state of mind. "He gave each child a name... for I remember some jest about Elladan being the starlight to my moonshine..." he managed to continue, his head drooping slightly to rest upon his friend's shoulder, mind already skipping toward more pleasant dreams even as he spoke.

Yes, Haldir wouldn't get much more out of him till the next morning.
The Marchwarden sat with him all the while - watching him grow drowsy, watching him find a pillow on his shoulder, and then finally easing into dreams. By the serene expression on his face he could gather he was lost in much more pleasant dreams, perhaps of his life here in the village...or some other happy and cloudy memory that even he couldn't foresee. He had to admit, the way Elrohir held onto him warmed him and he didn't want to leave the other here alone in his bed. So the decision was made swiftly that he wouldn't.

Instead, he carefully maneuvered them so that they were laying in a more comfortable position, his arm around the dark haired prince as the dark head lay upon his upper arm. He laid himself on his side then, facing the son of Elrond and maintaining a silent vigil. He couldn't be certain how long he watched him sleep, keeping guard against any bad thoughts that might sink in, while he traced his very familiar features with the tip of his forefinger gently.

Haldir was so relieved to of come across the Twin when they did: the thought of telling Elladan that he'd found nothing...It wasn't a very appealing idea. Contrary to the commonly held belief that Haldir was stoic and unfeeling, he cared deeply for some – the twins being two of the few. But he didn't have to worry about that anymore, and because of that, relaxation came easily. Despite what he'd said about not being tired, he was asleep before too long, and lost in dreams.