Hi Everyone! Sorry I've been inactive. Some things happened and so I couldn't work on my fics. But I hate leaving things unfinished and so here it goes. Enjoy! (And no, this is not the last chapter, far from it)

The wizard threw the book across the room in disgust. Three months he had been looking for the reason that the Ring Bearer had attacked him. Three months that he had been looking for a cure. When he had appeared in Mordor, hoping that she was with him, he had hoped to be able to use his magic to heal her mind, thinking that the same had been done to her that had happened to Théoden. Of course, now he couldn't be sure since he had witnessed her supposed healing. When he had realized that she was not with him, he had gone looking for her and found her in Lothlórien with her grandparents and husband at her side. He had watched her then. Seen her begin to pick up the pieces of her life. Then she had had her fit. She had been convinced that Sauron was sending an army of Orcs to the Golden Wood. The wizard had watched as Eleryna stood guard at the border, determined to protect her home from the threat only she knew of, that only she believed existed. That was when the wizard had known that she was not as healed as everyone thought she was. That was when he had begun looking for a cure among Saruman's books and collections. So far, he had found nothing that would help to save the Elf from her plight.

"Gandalf," a voice said from the balcony. The wizard looked and saw a young Ent. They had returned to the surrounding forest since Gandalf had taken up residence in Isengard and had decided among themselves to watch over the place, in case Saruman should return.

"Yes, what is it?" Gandalf asked.

"The king is here to see you." The Ent answered.

"Let him pass." The Ent moved away from the balcony and Gandalf rubbed his eyes. The king could be anyone. The Ents never asked for names when it came to someone needing to see him. They would let just about anyone with good intentions in. Treebeard would have made sure who was coming in. The wizard missed the old Ent. But he had gone to make sure the rest of the forest was still safe and had yet to return to Isengard.

"Gandalf?" Aragorn's voice reached up the stairs as the king, once a Ranger of the north, climbed them. A minute later, the man was standing in the door. He looked happier than he had been in all the years that Gandalf had known him.

"Aragorn, what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I've been looking for you." The king admitted. "I have when I could find the time away from my duties. You've been missing since Ryna woke."

"I've been trying to find a cure for her." Gandalf said, indicating the piles of books around him. "I have gone through everything that Saruman had in his possession and I have not found a single clue as to what could be wrong with her mind. It is damaged, Aragorn. In the months that I have watched her, I have been able to see that it is damaged. She believes that the war is not over."

"But it is." Aragorn said as he sat in a vacant chair.

"To us, perhaps. But for Eleryna, the war still rages on around her. To her, this is a false peace. In her mind, Sauron is out there, in physical form, planning his next attack against her."

"What if we showed her the ruins of Mordor?" Aragorn suggested. "Would that be enough to convince her that Sauron is defeated?"

"I do not know. With her mind damaged the way it is, nothing is certain anymore."

"The Elves still do not know that you live, do they?"

"No, I have kept myself hidden to avoid sending Eleryna into her delusion. But that may not be enough anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Some time back, she believed that Sauron was sending an Orc army to Lothlórien. There was nothing there to signify an army was coming. No reports. No signs of Orcs. But still, she believed the threat was there enough that she alone stood guard at the border of the Golden Wood and waited for them. She had to be knocked unconscious by Legolas before she would return to the city."

"What do you propose we do, Gandalf? Killing her won't do anything to help her."

"It would end her misery." Gandalf said, ignoring the look of shock on the king's face. Killing her would be the merciful thing to do. Healing her, if it was possible, would do nothing except prolong her suffering. Frodo was beginning to feel the effects of the Morgul poison that had not been removed from him when it had been thought he was healed. There was still a ghost of it within in him. In Eleryna, there was a shade of Sauron and his cursed magic and it was driving her mad. If they didn't find a cure for her soon, death would be the only solution else she may become a force to be reckoned with herself.

She looked around the clearing she was in and wondered at her decision. There was no doubt that it was the right one. Sauron needed to be found and killed before he could attack Middle Earth again and she was the only one who would be able to find him. She would start in Mordor. He would have gone there after disappearing during their fight in Minas Tirith. He may have rebuilt his tower but at the same time, possibly not, if her friends were to be believed. It was the reason she hadn't asked Legolas and Hadlir to come with her. They didn't believe her. They thought her delusional. She thought them insane, or possibly controlled by Sauron himself. The only one she could rely on was her brother, Elrohir. He had been the one to pull her from Sauron's tower and take her back to Minas Tirith. She knew that he could be trusted. That he would follow her in this one last quest to save Middle Earth.

Eleryna sighed and got to her feet. It was only a matter of time before Haldir and Legolas figured out she was gone and they would be trying to take her back to Caras Galadhon and force her to be subdued once again. The only reason the Orcs hadn't attacked was because Sauron knew that she knew he was coming for her. She had known and was prepared to fight him off once again. She would fight him now and make sure that he would not rise from the ashes this time. He would be gone for good.

Eleryna began walking again. She knew that her father and brothers would think it odd that she had walked to Rivendell as opposed to ride, but a horse would have been too easy to track and she needed secrecy. She couldn't be followed. Legolas and Haldir would go to Mordor first to look for her. They wouldn't think that she would first seek help from her brother. Her only problem was that her father would want to keep her within his halls if he suspected that she was ill. She couldn't just walk in and go to her brother and ask him to travel with her to defeat Sauron. But he did love a hunt. Maybe if she asked him to go along with her to hunt spiders or something, she would be able to get him to follow her. That wasn't going to work either. She needed something feasible that he would believe. She would think of something.

Elrohir sighed as he looked out at the forest. He missed hunting with the Rangers and with Aragorn. Much had changed in the year that Sauron had been defeated. Rivendell was especially changed now that both of his sisters were gone. He worried about Ryna. She hadn't been herself after the war had ended. She had changed. They all had. But Ryna seemed to the most changed. She no longer seemed wild like she had been before the war. Even after her marriage, she hadn't changed much. If anything, she had changed Legolas and now they matched each other in a perfect couple. But after the war, he wasn't so sure about his baby sister's mental stability. He needed to find a cure for her. the only way that he would be able to do that is to go along with her delusion that Sauron was still alive. Legolas had sent him a letter saying that she had believed an army had been sent to attack Lothlórien a few months back. She wasn't healed. She was still afraid of what was already destroyed. Elrohir touched his cheek, the one that Ryna had scratched when he had pulled her off of Gandalf. There were four long scars from her nails.

"Elrohir," Elladan's voice reached him from his memory. The Elf looked at his twin and saw a note in his hand. "Found this in the stable. Addressed to you."

"This had better not be another prank." Elrohir snarled. "I'm not in the mood."

"I promise, It's not." Elladan put up his hands. Elrohir snatched the note from his hand and ripped it open. He paid little attention to the writing as he read the language he and Ryna had created to keep between the two of them. She had used it often when she needed to complain about her life in Mirkwood when he would visit her there. He would find it hidden in his bag. The note was from her. She was asking him to meet her in the wooded plain outside the valley. She needed his help. This was his chance to find a cure for her. He could watch her, find what sent her into her delusions about Sauron. If he could heal her, then everything would go back to normal. Elrohir crumpled the paper and hurried into the house to grab his things. Elladan didn't follow or pester his twin about the note. He knew that Ryna and Elrohir had a connection that no one was ever able to understand. All Elladan knew was that Ryna had sent that note and that she was in trouble. He would just need to keep it from his father in order to let it play out.

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