Dreams

Irumi found herself around the walls of a tall structure, beautiful designed, but defiantly not of Elven manufacture. The gardens were filled with birds chirping. It was so relatively peaceful. She stuck out her hands and found them to be quite small, tiny… like those of a toddlers. She then noted Ai next to her, also toddler size. She grabbed his hand protectively and they set out.

They came across a step where an adult elf was sitting, enjoying the nice cool whether and the fresh breeze that was blowing through. His eyes were glazed over with a far away look in it. Also, his arm was bandaged close to himself and in a sling. There were other smaller injuries about his person. He wore the clothing of a monk, obviously given to him to replace the ones that had been ruined by what ever had caused him to have such injuries. A monk came out and sat with him, a bowl of food in his hands.

"You have to eat something. Look, I know you don't understand a word that I am saying, but you need to eat to get your strength back up," he said, forcing the bowl of food into the Elf's hands. "As far as I know… you may be the last one… at least that is known… all others are gone and hidden, I suppose."

The friar then left, hurrying off to his other duties around the abbey. The Elf continued to just stare off. Ai moved his mouth as he said the one word or thing that he had ever been able to say, that few knew that he could say, and most that did thought it meant nothing, "Lekoi!"

This caused the elf to look up and blink a couple of times, the far away look leaving his eyes. He also showed that he was surprised to see them. "Foundlings? Elflings?"

Everything then faded away and they found it to be later on. Another monk was standing with the elf. "Greenleaf… we still have heard naught about your friends. You know we would tell you if we did."

"No, the brothers are, for the most part, men of their word, Brother Adalfus…"

"You speak of the one who ousted us to everyone and brought the scourge of the Dayme cult upon us?"

"Yes… are you still sure you haven't found them?"

"Ahh… you're referring now to the other thing you asked us about… it was probably a trick of your mind from the gravity of your wounds," the monk said.

"No… I don't think so," the Elf said, looking straight at the siblings, only to have it fade again. The next thing Irumi knew, she was pulling Ai close to her. Around them was a circle of burnt ruble, twelve in total. A man in a cloak shook his hand at the Elf, who was tied to the stake in the middle, another pile to be burned.

"These twelve friars, monks of the faith, we forced you to watch their death. The Muggles… they really believed you to be a demon… pity as you aren't and are nothing to be feared, so I believe. But they're paying good money to make sure that after your death, you can't wander free and cause hardship,… so, to insure that you don't go to the halls of Mandos, we are taking your ashes and placing them into mortar, and then creating a statue here, to keep you from coming back, unless someone is lucky enough to find it."

"Curses be on you… your cult won't live out more then ten years, perhaps less" the elf snarled at the man in his own tongue.

"My , what bitter sounding words," the man laughed, tossing the fiery branch upon the wood

"Lekoi!" Ai suddenly screamed. This caused the Elf to turn his face to them, and then tell them in Sindarin to run.

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Irumi found herself sitting up straight and she could hear Ai crying from the bunk below. She then the door thump one but not bang.

"Lekoi!" Ai sobbed out as the light turned on and their brother scooped the young Elfling into his arms.

"Irumi! What did you do today?! You had to have done something to have triggered his nightmare… he hasn't had it since, well… quite a few years!"

Irumi choose not to respond. Her brother thought that Ai's word lekoi meant nothing, but in fact it was actually Ai's way of pronouncing a certain Elf's name, an Elf that she and Ai had come to sort of know, and one they greatly admired and respected. Lekoi was Ai's mispronunciation of the Elven name Legolas.

Author's note - Brother Adalfus's ghost floats onto the screen. "This is where the author figures she might get people mad at her… for killing off a character like that. Might I point out that the title of the fic relates to something, and hopefully by now some of the readers can start putting two and two together. Oh, and I am named after Father Adalfus from the Brother Cadfile mystery series, which caused the inspiration for this fic to come about.