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It was dark; her body was full of pain. She faintly heard the sound of voices, but they were not the harsh sounds of the vile orcs who had tortured her to no end. Something smooth and soothing touched her skin, relieving some of the pain; she let out a small sigh. A small sliver of light taunted her, jumping just out of her reach. Her mind reached out for it, struggling, she tried harder, she needed that light. Something told her, she just had to try harder. She came closer.

She gasped, as she slowly opened her eyes. Where was she? She tried to turn her head, but pain shot up her neck. So much pain. Would it ever end?

"Elrond!" she cried out. Where was he? She longed for him.

"Celebrían," a voice said. Elrond!

She tried to pull herself up, feeling flashes of pain along her body, but her husband restrained her.

"Lie down," Elrond said, his voice thick with tears. "You need to heal." She could feel him slip his hand into hers. A face appeared, Elladan.

"Nana! You're awake!"

Elrohir came up beside his twin, "Nana! How do you feel?"

"She is not fully healed," Elrond said. He picked up a pillow, and slid it under her to prop her up. He then picked up a cup of warm tea, and sat down next to her, holding it up to her lips.

She drank it eagerly, thankful for the warm drink that slid down her throat.

-.-

As the days passed, Celebrían's wounds started healing. Elrond let her walk among the garden, and breathe in the fresh air, to regain her strength.

"Nana," Arwen whispered. She sat down by Celebrían, on the bench, and took her hand. "Your days seemed to be filled with sorrow. I never see you smile, or laugh. What ails you?"

Celebrían looked at her daughter, oh, how she wished she could tell her. The pain, not from her wounds, but from her soul. They were deep, driving down into the depths of her. She sighed, and leaned back.

"Nana, please?"

Celebrían took a deep breath, "They –" The first word was uttered, and she tried to force the others out. But the memories came flooding back, she gasped, trying to push it away. It only came back harder, her vision blurred in front of her.

"Nana!" Arwen exclaimed, she heard footsteps and turned her head to see Elrohir. Her older brother rushed forward, and slipped an arm around Celebrían, supporting her.

"Find Ada!" he ordered.

Arwen nodded, and rushed off. "Ada!" she called, almost running into someone as she ran past Lindir who was playing his harp. "Ada!"

"What is it?" Elrond asked.

"Nana!"

-.-

"How is she?" Elladan asked.

"Sleeping for now. I gave her an herb to help relax her."

"What happened?" Arwen asked.

"Memories," Elrond replied, his face sorrowing. "They can be a terrible thing."

Elrond returned to his room, where Celebrían lay on the bed. Even in her sleep, he could see the pain on her face. He was a healer, but of the body, not the soul. He longed to help her, but what choice was there? Sighing, he sunk on the bed down next to her. If only there was a way.

-.-

Elladan paced outside of Celebrían's room, waiting on any news from his Ada. He glanced up as Elrohir approached; he held two cups of water in his hand. Silently he handed one to his twin. Elladan accepted it, but didn't drink it. Thoughts raced though his head. He could have done something! Found her sooner! He should have been with her, he could have helped! He mentally kicked himself, why had he not been there!

He felt the twin bond pull between them, he was not the only one feeling these afflictions.

"Elladan, Elrohir," a soft voice said.

The twins turned to see Erestor, a worried expression was on his face. Not something they saw often. Elrond and Celebrían were some of his closest friends, he had been around as long as the twins could remember, and had been close by in the birth of their little sister.

"How is she?" the ellon asked.

"Resting," Elladan replied. "We fear for her."

Erestor nodded. "As do I. Some of the light in her eyes seems to have gone out."

The three stood there for a while, silent. After a while, the door slowly crept open, and Elrond stepped out. He looked up at them, then bowed his head.

"She is not well," he said. He gently shut the door behind him, and leaned against the door frame. "She is resting for now, we can only hope and pray. I have done all I can, but her soul is wounded as well."

-.-

The little black-haired elfling giggled as it dodged his mother's arms. He ran toward the blue pool of water, near where the water crashed down into it. From a little ways away, Elrond laughed at the sight of his wife running after two elflings. Elrohir ran around a tree as his twin came out from a few feet away.

He raced past, laughing. Celebrían whirled around, and started after him. Finally she stopped.

"I give up!" she exclaimed. "You two are too fast." She chuckled, as the two ran toward the water. Elrohir suddenly came to a stop, ran toward a patch of red and yellow flowers. He yanked a few out of the ground, and ran up to Celebrían.

"Do you like them?" he asked.

"Yes, they are very pretty," she said. "I will put them in a vase by my bed."

Elrohir grinned up at her, then ran after Elladan, who was already swimming.

"Look at me!" Elladan called, climbing up on a large rock. He dove in, head first, then emerged a couple minutes later water streaming from his hair. He grinned and waved, then dove back under the water.

"My turn!" Elrohir exclaimed, clambering up on the rock. Just as he was about to dive in, Elladan came out under him.

"You can't jump!"

"Yes I can!"

"No, I'm in the way. So you can't!"

Elrohir leaped down on top of him, Elladan let out a shriek, and tried to escape from the jumping path. He was too late, Elrohir landed on his shoulders, pinning down under. The two came back up a few seconds later, sputtering and laughing. They swam up onto the bank, and ran up to where Elrond and Celebrían where sitting, watching them.

"I'm hungry," Elrohir said. "And El is too."

Elladan nodded in agreement.

"Well, if you're hungry I guess we have to eat," Elrond said.

The two plopped down in front of their parents, and thanked them as Celebrían handed them their food.

-.-

Elladan stood from where he was sitting on the stone bench, the distant memories irrupted. Glorfindel stood a few feet away. "Lord Elrond says you can see her now."

Elladan nodded his thanks, and quickly headed for Celebrían's chambers. As he walked, Elrohir joined him.

"You remember?" Elrohir asked.

"Yes," Elladan replied. Sadness and pain swept over him. Little did they know that there was much more to come.

Hopefuly I can get the next chapter up sooner, I have been really busy lately.

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I had to put this in(from my Beta) - Beta note: THIS IS DEPRESSING. *sobs and clutches my blanky*