A/N: so here is the second chapter for this, I think since the start or after this one will it be easy to figure out what these one-shots will be about. I will do the mentioned main family cast, but you can also suggest other characters who could have been affected by this at that time.

Warning: scenes from rape, so don't read if you are underage or can't take it seeing that I can't leave it out even if I would try…

II. The Broken Flower

Celeborn had held his word, even if it pained him to leave is wife alone now was Celebrian more important. It was not easy to get Elrond out of the room, the healers burned herbs which had the effect to get you knocked out and let the smoke drift into the sick room. When Elrond was out ordered Celeborn the healers to take him to his room and to not bother him, he would be watching over his daughter now. After everyone left looked the lord sadly at his child, her once porcelain skin was a sickly pastry colour, ugly bruises in bloomed like deep violet flowers on her body, claw and teeth marks, all standing as horrifying testimony for what had happened in those three days. Once full lips dry and blistered, shining pale blond hair which once resembled his was a matted lifeless colour, like dried weed.

"If the soul is shattered can the body not heal." come the melodious soft voice from behind him. Turning around was he greeted by a cloaked figure, pulling the hood back he relaxed further. " Her soul bears many scars, she is hiding from everything so first I will have to find her." Nestaron said as he walked up to the fading figure on the bed, one hand gently brushing the sweat away from her face. "Fear not, I will try to lessen your pain so that you can heal."with this he placed both his hands on her forehead and closed his moonlight eyes as a soft blue light surrounded him.

There was a soft breeze and the dark haired elf found himself in a large hall filled with doors in the colours of blue, black, gray and red. He walked past each of the gray doors looking at the names on them written in gold till his eyes fell on the right one. Pushing it open he entered the swirling darkness and cold, with each step tick mist raised around him till he found himself in the garden of the Last Homely House, laughter filling his ears. Following the laughter and playful banter he soon found the family of seven the adult women sitting in the shade of a blooming cherry tree while the men were plying with the three young children. A sad smile crossed his lips at this, most of the deeply scared souls mix they happiest memories together to create a world of illusion for themselves to feel safe.

"Híril-nín, I know that you are hurting and scared, but your fading will hurt those you hold dear to your heart." he said softly as the lovely illusion shattered at the wave of his hand.

"Who are you?" the lady demanded in anger.

"Someone whom your adar called to help híril-nín, I'm Nestaron a Dream Dweller." he introduced himself while bowing to the female elf who looked at him confused.

"Ada?" she asked uncertainly.

"He is the one currently on your side, your husband needed desperate rest so he made the healers knock him out in a sense." he said and she let out a little laugh at the image. "I never told Elrond that there is a chance that the twins got they mischievous side from him." she said sadly as she looked into the eyes of the other, noting how much they reminded him on the light of the moon, there was something calming to them.

"Please forgive me for asking, but what is a Dream Dweller?" she was still standing on the same spot.

"We were once those the Sindar called the bearers of Eru's comparison, back in the time after Eru gave life to the firs born there was a great disease which had the power to kill elves and those who lived were stricken by a great pain then never had they felt the icy claws of loss of loved ones before and thus Eru cried for them. From those tears which reached Middle-Earth appeared elves with the power to step into the mind of others and help them overcome they pain. You could say, a Dream Dweller is a healer for the soul and mind." Nestaron explained kindly, his eyes never leaving his patient's face.

"Then you can help me overcome this?" she asked while gesturing to the tick blackness surrounding them.

"Aye, if it is your wish. I can't heal you fully, but it will lessen the pain and after that you can decide if staying here or sailing to Valinor will help you to become the person you once were."

"The one I once was?" her tone was tired and strained from the tears she tried to hold back.

"The pat can't be changed, but it can be overcome." he said while holding his hand out to her, watching as she made her way slowly over to him, like a babe doing her first unsure steps, reaching him she took his hand.

"What do we need to do?" her voice sounded determined.

"So you wish to awaken from your beautiful dream?" he asked while letting the illusion appear again, her family calling her to join them in playing. Celebrian looked back with a sad smile.

"Aye, it was wonderful, but if I stay then I would only show how week of a lady I was and I will not shame the name of my family." she replied with determination.

"A wise choice híren-nín, but know that what must now be done will be painful. You need to face your terror of the memories of those three days." he could feel her hand trembling in his so he placed the other over it in a calming way. " This is the only way, but if it is to much tell me and I will stop the memory even facing the moment of your abduction would be enough. Facing the memory that ills your soul even if for a short while can start the healing." he explained and she nodded in understanding.

"Then let us start…" Nestaron nodded and the illusion broke again to be replaced by a land cowered in glistering fresh snow, a group of twenty elves were making they way riding through the land.

"Lady Celebrian, if we hold this tempo will we reach Imraldis by tomorrow evening." one of the soldiers said smiling to the women riding in the middle.

"That is wonderful to hear, I can hardly wait to embrace my lovely children." Celebrian heard herself say with true happiness in her voice, watched how she had placed a stray piece of pale blonde hair behind her ear and how the elves around her looked away flinching slightly.

"Lady Arwen is surely lovely even now as such a young elleth, but her brothers the gwanűn are living nightmares." the soldier stated at which they lady only laughed.

"My sons can surely be a handful, I need to get a present for poor Erestor and Glorfindel who needed to babysit them the most as they tutors." she said while looking up at the pale blue sky.

Suddenly the peaceful atmosphere was shattered as the horses stared bucking nervously and the two soldiers on the front halted, drawing they swords.

"What is wrong?"

"A large group of orcs are approaching! Protect Lady Celebrian!" one of them yelled and sure enough they could already see them, the grotesque creatures which had once been they kin, but Morgoth had captured them and made them into his loyal soldiers, robbing them they mind and will.

Celebrian watched with tears in her eyes how all those trying to protect her were brutally slain, they crimson blood tainting the snow, the screams sent chills down her spine, she wished so much that over the hills help would have appeared, but she knew that no one had come only later the messenger because she had forgotten the present her mother had given her on the day of her arrival in the Golden Woods. She watched herself grabbing the sword of one of the fallen soldiers, how she had urged her mare to try running past the enemy while they were busy to reach the forest where she could make the treed protect her with magic, but she was not fast enough. One of the orcs had thrown his weapon after them, hitting the mare's hinderlegs, shattering the poor creature's bones and made them fall to the ground, because of the dizziness was she not fast enough and they had captured her, dragged her screaming away.

The scene shifted now she clearly knew that she had fainted from all her struggling and screaming. They were now in a damp cave only lit by a few torches, even in the memory the stench of that place made her stomach want to throw up. She knew what would come now, her hands gripped Nestaron's arm painfully, but he didn't even flinch only placed his free hand gently on her right where her wedding ring was.

"You know that this was enough, we can stop now." true, he said that even her abduction would be enough for her soul to start to heal, but now that she was here she wished to face it all. She had always told her three little elflings when they were scared of ghosts or storms, that you are not a coward because you are afraid, everyone fears something, but only the ones truly brave face they fears. Now was it the time for her to be brave.

"I wish to stay from the start till the end." she said in a determined tone as she watched her memory selves eyes widen in fear as she was thrown on the cold stone table, her dress ripped, hands gripping her throat to keep her from screaming and cease her struggling. "Will you stay by me, not as a healer, but a friend?" she asked while looking into his eyes which showed a little confusion for a few seconds.

"Aye, I will stay by you till you wish to leave." she nodded, holding back a flinch as her own scream of pain hit her ears.

The screams got louder as they mixed with gurgling sounds because of the foul creature's hand still wrapped around the slender neck, but the pain of the large organ into her body, tearing everything in its way. She could feel the blood trying to work as a lubricant, but it was no use. Shame burned through her body mixed with despair then she knew that there was no one who would help her, she had nowhere to escape.

It hadn't taken long to lose her touch to time, she was rapidly loosing weight because she refused to eat the garbage thrown to her, she was frequently beaten green and blue before being raped violently there where she was often while another orc was beating her with his fists. Scars, wounds, dirt and the disgusting essence from her captors were covering her broken body, eyes dull and empty as they had they fun. She wasn't even trying to fight it, to scream, trying to escape, she was like a broken puppet blocking it all out.

"I had lost my sense of time after half a day?" Celebrian asked as she looked sadly at herself laying so lifelessly on the table, blood and white essence slowly falling to the dirty ground from her abused womanhood. "I can't even remember these ones." her voice was shaky and her hands had already left they marks on the other's arm.

"It is a cooping mechanism of the mind, by frequent abuse the mind tries to protect itself with shutting itself down from it." Nestaron explained.

"I'm not the first one you heal like this." Celebrian noted and he nodded.

"I have already had many rape victims, orcs, men and other creatures, but from all of them you are the bravest for managing to face your memories from the beginning till the last second, it is now over." he said with a little smile.

"What do you mean it is now over?" she asked in confusion when suddenly a familiar voice made her whirl around in surprise.

There in the where she lay stood her twin sons covered in grime and blood, they eyes filled with horror and worry at the sight of they beloved mother. She watched as Elladan healed some of her fresher wounds as Elrohir slayed the last of her captors, how her gentle oldest wrapped his cloak around her thin frame and slowly placed her in the arms of his twin, both muttering soft encouraging words to her about how now everything will be alright, she is safe, how they are now going home to they father and sister, while carrying her out of the darkness into the light. The last scene brought anew tears to her eyes, but this time she didn't try to stop them, she had not know that it were her sons whom had saved her and carried her back home, it hurt that they needed to see her like that, but at the same time was her heart filled with pride about how much they had grown up from those two little troublemakers into strong soldiers. A pale hand held a hancrief out for her to wipe her eyes.

"It is now truly over?" she asked while handing back the item.

"Take a look around your soul." was his only reply, she did and noted that the darkness was slowly dimming and in a few spots fell her eyes of blooming flowers whose soft petals were patiently waiting for the sun of joy to shine on them. A little smile graced her lips and golden light fell on a pink coloured rose which eagerly opened her petals to the light.

"I wish to wake up, poor ada must be worried by now." Celebrian said at which her companion chuckled.

"This is your soul, you only need to wish for the door to appear for you." Nestaron explained and sure enough the door appeared and Celebrian was making her way to it, but then she suddenly turned around to face him once more.

"You know, I would have never guessed that I once get a healer whose beauty can give a run to my mother and my lovely little Evenstar." she said with a laugh as she walked through the door in to the world of the living.

"Why seems to be this sentence about my looks to have become the trendmark comment form my patients?" he asked in annoyance before leaving the waking elleth's mind.

Celeborn watched worriedly as Nestaron's eyes opened and he took his hands away and turned to the bag he had placed by his arrival on a nearby table. He already wanted to ask how it went when he suddenly felt the warmth returning to the lifeless hand he held, which now squeezed his gently. Turning immediately to the bed was he greeted by the tired looking eyes of his child, yes her eyes were tired, but he saw the gleaming happiness in them, the life which was slowly returning to her broken body.

"Ce…Celebrian…iel-nín?" he asked unsurely, wishing with all his heart that this wasn't a dream.

"Of course is it me silly ada." she said smiling even thought her voice was rough, but she didn't care neither did her father who brought his daughter immediately into a warm embrace which she returned as best as she could.

"You should drink this, it will help your throat." Nestaron said suddenly as he walked up to them with a glass filled with some type of medicine. Celebrian grimaced slightly, she never liked medicine, but drunk it, her eyes widening in surprise.

"This is sweet." she said in stunned tone noting how her throat hurt a bit less and her voice sounded more normal.

"Yes seeing how most part of it is made up by molten honey, it disinfects the throat and smoothes it." he explained while placing two bottles on the nightstand. "You will need to drink this three times a day till the last bottle is also empty." he advised and Celebrian laughed.

"I doubt that I will put up to much of a fight regards this, it is already hard to resist drinking more form it." Celeborn watched his child happily, she was healing, but he somehow knew that soon she would sail.

"I'm glad, now I need to go, I wish you well híren-nín, hírnin." he said bowing and placed his hood back on after taking up his bag, but a pale hand suddenly grabbed his.

"Hannon chen, mellon vain. I will never forget what you have done for me, but still I have a request my family…" but Celebrian's words were halted.

"Don't worry, your father also requested they healing if it shouldn't happen after your return from the false heaven your mind created." Nestaron said as he walked to the window. "If I should still be needed call my name in your dreams and I will come." and with that was he gone just in time when from outside the door the shouting come.

"I DON'T CARE WHO GAVE YOU THE INSTRUCTION! SHE IS MY WIFE AND MY PATIENT, SHE NEEDS ME YOU FOOLS!" they heard Elrond scream with the other healers and Celebrian looked annoyed at the door before yelling.

"Elrond! My ada has every right to see me and don't you dare call your subordinates fools because they care for you!" at this flew the door open revealing a shocked Elrond and five other healers staring wide eyed at the annoyed looking elf maiden who glared at them, Celeborn could only do as much as to hide his grin at how amusing his son-in-law looked.

"Ce…Celebrian…" Elrond stuttered wide eyed.

"Really, first ada and now you to melethen, has everyone here forgotten my name or something?" she asked with faked hurt, it did good to be back, but she had made up her mind, she would go to Valinor after her body was fully healed and she had spent a little time with her family. She hoped they would understand, at least she knew that they had a friend who would help her loved ones overcome the grief like her, it was still there deep in here, but after facing it was it easier to bear.

Elrond blinked for a few more seconds before rushing into the room, nearly knocking his father-in-law out of the window, and embraced his wife sobbing. Thank the Valar, she has returned to him, he was so worried that she would fade, but her she was scolding him, smiling, hugging him back while speaking calming words into his ear. This was all to wonderful to be true. Suddenly he heart a new voice yell in happiness, it looked as if Celeborn had went to get Arwen who was now also hugging her mother in gleeful happiness. Now only needed the twins to return an everything would be as if that nightmare would have never happened.

Embracing her family felt Celebrian the light of they warmth fill the world of her soul and make the flowers bloom in all they beauty, fully hiding the remaining dark spots from view, but they were still there in her, as was the memory, that would never leave, but Valinor would cease even the last drop of darkness on her soul.

She would sail, but for now, the broken flower was slowly blooming again.