A/n – I would just like to thank everyone who has reviewed this! I can't tell you all how much I appreciate it. Which I do, a whole lot! Arwen has also come into the story! had to do it!

My Brother, My Son

Part 4

Glorion watch as the five year old ran about the stone halls of their fathers home; Malikki didn't have any shoes on and he was muddy from head to toe. Evidence that he had been outside playing as well. His dark hair flopped about his face as he turned to smile at his elder brother.

Despite the mud, Glorion opened his arms as Malikki ran up to him and jumped safely into his brothers arms. He laughed as Glorion tickled him a little and then swung him around.

"Glor….Glor! where is daddy?" Malikki asked, his face turning serous.

"He shall be able to play in a little while, Little One, he is busy," Glorion replied. Malikki took this news as a grain of salt and the two brothers went on playing in the halls.

Estel woke from the vision with the feeling that…no, he knew that he had been woken by a touch. The touch was still there, the fingers trailing gently through his hair and face that was not covered by the cloth of the blindfold. He didn't move, but he could tell that the touch came from Glorion.

"Malikki, I apologize for what I did earlier," Glorion whispered.

"That is not my name," Estel replied just as softly. Everyone was asleep, he was nestled onto Glorion's shoulder, and he wondered why he had not woken when he had been moved. But decided that it probably did not matter.

"You are my brother reincarnated, how the gods had this happen, I do not know, but I give them thanks each day," Glorion whispered.

"And if I am not?"

"That is fixable," Glorion replied.

"What are you going to do? Gouge my eyes out?"

"Of course not, I would never do that,"

"I hope not," Estel replied. Neither spoke after that, no words would come and Estel was too tired to care.

"No, I do not believe that will solve our problems," Vess, the fat man who sat at the end of the table growled. Things were not going his way, which made him angry. Elrond usually did not pay the man any heed; he was foolish, Vess did not know, nor did he understand the ways of the Eldar.

"What is it that you do not like?" A man with long blond hair, hailing from another small part of the Empty Lands, asked.

"Lord Kelev has always been the Lord, he is justice," Vess replied in as innocent a manner as possible, but it just made him look like a slug instead.

"And I suppose murdering innocents is what you call justice?" Lord Maldathar replied mockingly.

"Please, Gentlemen, this is not getting us anywhere," Elrond put his hands up signaling for silence. No one said anything but Maldathar, a tall man of about forty stood. He had long black hair and dark skin.

"I believe that we must have a government of justice, not a government of terror," he looked directly at Lord Vess.

"Lord Kelev is elderly and in grief; he won't live much longer, and if he does not, his brother, Lord Vess, stands to gain. I do not want his kind killing off my family and friends," Maldathar explained.

"What are you implying?" Vess glared at the younger man.

"You know exactly what I am implying, which is nothing but the truth!"

At that, the assembly broke out into a chorus of outrage; It wasn't that they were all angry, anno0yed, or greedy. All they wanted was justice, which they felt they lacked in their land. Elrond watched, he knew the hearts of men well; he thought. However, Maldathar was different.

"Enough!" Elrond had to yell in order to get the assembly of men, dwarfs and Elves to listen to him, all who were there had been thrown from their original homes and had to make do with what they had. In so doing, each race had made their own clan and they had took a part of the Empty Lands as their own.

"I have a question, I was under the impression that Lord Kelev had an older son; why would you…" at this, Elrond turned to Lord Vess, "gain the throne and not the eldest son?"

"Well, because it is my brother's wish that I do so, he does not think his son ready for the position," Lord Vess replied.

"How old is this son?" Elrond asked.

"Twenty, my Lord," Lord Vess replied.

"I see, young and impressionable," Elrond muttered.

"Lord Glorion is a fair leader, he has been in charge of a faction of his father's army for a number of years now, since he had turned seventeen summers," Maldathar explained. Elrond nodded his head, and then he called an ending to the meeting. He had to think, and he had to wonder.

The young man had shoulder length brown hair and his eyes shown silver from the light of the stars. He was clothed in shining gold and silver armor, with a crown above his head. His beard had been trimmed and he grinned happily at a crowd that had gathered about him.

His eyes shone brightly as he caught site of someone; she was beautiful, she wore a light green gown and had long brown hair. He went to her and they embraced. The Lady was lifting her head and then….the vision shattered as Arwen was jolted awake. She had been having the same vision for over two years now, and she didn't recognize the man or the women. All she knew was that they would be happy.

She sighed as she laid back in bed; a soft wind blew through the trees and she closed her eyes listening. The wind brought to her news; news of Estel. She sat up once more. Ran her hands through her hair that had knotted during the night, and then she gracefully stood. Her night gown trailed the floor as she walked to her chest. She pulled out her bow and quiver, an idea coming to her. However, she knew that she would have to talk to her Grandmother about it.

Elladan and Elrohir did not know how close they were to their brother. However, they had come upon tracks that hadn't been well covered. Witch gave them hope! They new that they had to head towards the Empty lands, for the trees whispered "Boe leithiad Estel!" to them and so had the Elven twins go on their way.

Neither of them said much. Even though it was late at night, they knew that they needed to catch up and soon. They didn't know how much trouble their brother was in, but the trees were adamant about something. The trees never lied, but they hardly communicated in a way that was clear to the brothers. And so worry began to build in their hearts.

It was late when Arwen, dressed in the robes of a Lothlorien Archer, knocked on her grandparents door. She was worried and fiddled with the end of the warrior braids she had put in her hair. Moments later, her grandmother answered the door.

"Grandmother, I wish to speak to you," Arwen said softly.

"What is it?" Galadriel asked. Arwen drew her out of the room and they started to speak.

"The breeze came and spoke to me; I do not know what is happening, all I know is that I must leave," Arwen said.

"What do you mean?"

"Estel, I think the young human my father has fostered is in trouble,"

"Is he?"

"Yes, I remember meeting him when he was younger, he told me that he thought I was pretty and it touched my heart and I began to love him, now I am worried and I shant think I will be able to take his death easily," Arwen replied.

"Than we must make ready for you to travel, where do you think he is?" Galadriel asked.

"I can go myself, I believe he is going north," Arwen replied.

"I worry for you; I know that the young human is precious to the race of Man, however, I must protect you,"

"I understand, however, I just having a feeling that I must go," Arwen replied.

"I will not stop you," Galadriel said, then she disappeared into her room for a moment before coming out again.

"Here, I wish for you to have this," Galadriel handed a white-gold pendant to Arwen. Arwen marveled at it before putting it on and hugging her grandmother.

"I love you," Arwen said.

"As do I, now please, be careful,"

"I shall," Arwen replied before going back to her own room to pack.

Elvish glossary

Boe Leithiad – needs to be released. I put 'Estel' at the end of that because I think that is where the guide wanted it. But I am not sure.

A/N – I know that this is a bit short. But I figured you would like an update! Please review!

Ta,

Poppy