Elrohir stood at the same spot where he and Luna had been married. How long ago was it now? He wondered. It had been five years ago they had been married, such a short time in the life of an elf, but it was time he could have had with Luna. Elrohir let the lily in his fingers fly away. How long had it been since he and Luna had been together in their everlasting love? Didn’t they have any clue that their love would be so ruthlessly taken away from them. Almost a year ago, Luna had been killed, in a senseless battle that she knew was a lost cause, yet she had gone anyways, had she not?

Kerowyn stood at her window, hands cradling her youngest daughter, a baby named Luna, in honor of her fallen friend. She stared down at the trees in the area. She and Lindir had long since moved into their own home, and she had four children. Lailya and Dailya, twins who were 10 years old, Ileana, now 6 years old, Lindinrin, now two years old, and Luna, only a few months old. She sighed and laid the baby back in her cradle. It was autumn again…and one year since Luna’s death. Kerowyn could almost swear the world was mocking them all. Kerowyn walked out of her daughter’s room and looked in her bright kitchen. There was nothing in the house to remind her of Luna…no one talked about Luna, did anything that reminded anyone of Luna….nothing. So what was wrong with her?

Elenwe looked out at the tree-filled land called Mirkwood. Her husband was off somewhere, doing something, and she was left alone. Her eyes strayed to the calendar sitting on her wall. Luna had died a year ago. She sighed at sat in her chair. She had court audiences in an hour, some idea that Thranduil had come up with to further her knowledge of Mirkwood.

~Flashback~

“Luna….they won’t even let me have my weapons!” Elenwe complained to Luna, who only smiled well naturedly.

“You won’t need them, not with hundreds of guards at your beckoning and call.” Luna laughed at the expression on her friends face. She adjusted the sleeves of her ceremonial robes, under which she wore her normal tunic and leggings. Of course her daggers were there as well.

“But, that’s not the point!” Elenwe yelled exasperated. She was in the robes that signified her rank, as well as he dress. She had a circlet of gold with leaves around her dark hair, and a ring on her finger.

“well….whats the point?” Luna asked, trying to poke fun at her friend.

“…I don’t remember what my point was…” Luna snickered quietly at the dumbstruck look on her friends face.

“Quit laughing at me!” Elenwe whined, sticking out her lower lip.

“But it’s so much fun…” Luna laughed back.

~End of Flashback~

Elenwe sighed and fingered the hem of her silk robe. How she missed that day. True, a crazy fanatic had ruined it later, but Elenwe treasured it.

Lindir walked in the quiet forest, everybody in Rivendell was busy, or melancholy…he kicked a random stone out of the way, and was reminded of something about Luna.

~Flashback~

Luna was running around, working on dodging the arrows that Elrohir aimed at her. She was pretty good, though Valar help her if she ever had to do that in battle…she was better at fighting, then running. Lindir walked into the room to get some stuff. He wasn’t paying attention and knocked a shelf of swords onto the ground, and he kicked them as he left the room, one getting in Luna’s way.

BOOM! Lindir turned to see a very pissed Luna getting off the ground, picking up a sword with her…her tunic now was covered in dust, and the knee of one of her leggings ripped. Elrohir ran over to her…

“Luna!” he yelled,

“I’m fine…but Stupid Elenwe left the swords out…oh I’m going to thrash that elf…”

~end of flashback~

Lindir couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of Luna’s encounter with Elenwe…

Elrohir walked back and forth in the cottage he and Luna used to live in together, but now only he lived in. In his mind was a song that Luna loved to sing called “Sleep”. He could remember it, and picture Luna singing it.

The evening hangs beneath the moon,

A silver thread on darkened dune.

With closing eyes and resting head I know that sleep is coming soon.

Upon my pillow, safe in bed, a thousand pictures fill my head,

I cannot sleep, my minds a flight,

And yet my limbs seem made of lead.

If there are noises in the night,

A frightening shadow, flickering light.

Then I surrender unable to sleep,

Where clouds of dream give second site

What dreams may come, both dark and deep

Of flying wings and soaring leaps

She had uttered that when they found her, almost as if it were her death chant. He would never forget that day; it was etched permanently in his mind.

~Flashback~

Elenwe was frantic; she couldn’t find Luna…or anyone in the smoke of the battlefield. This was a terrible battle. Elrohir and Legolas were digging through the wreckage trying to find survivors. Elenwe continued to run around, or rather trip around….sHe kept running and searching…she wasn’t paying attention, and in a moment saw nothing but ground. “What the…”sHe looked; it was the belt Luna used to hold her daggers. herheart clenched in fear. sHe had given her this belt; she would not part with it willingly. “Luna…” sHe yelled. A groan reached his ears. Even though it was pain filled and scratchy, he still knew it from anywhere; Luna. “Luna…where are you….”

“El-Elenwe?” she heard. sHe followed the voice and soon found her. She was lying there, underneath and orc carcass. There was dirt smeared on her face, and her blond hair was tangled.

“Luna...” sHe whispered then looked up. “HEY! OVER HERE! I’VE FOUND HER!” Elenwe yelled to the others. Within minutes, Elrohir, Legolas, and Elladan were all at his side. “We have to get the orc off of her.” Elrohir said, stating the obvious. He looked at Luna and found she was unconscious. “Now’s the best time, while she’s not conscious.” The other three nodded and grabbed part of the orc. Elrohir grabbed and arm and counted. “One…two….three….” they each pulled the orc off of Luna. She awoke with a jolt, and groaned. She lifted an arm and let it drop, she was unconscious.

Elenwe moved to look at her friend as well as she could in the smoke. All she could tell was Luna’s armor had failed her, utterly and miserably.

End of Flashback

Elrohir shook himself and frowned. He had not had that flashback since right after Luna died.