A/N: Chapter 80!

To answer questions about whether or not the Shire folk will show up- answer is maybe but probably not. I have a sequel to this fic planned that will revolve around the children of Aragorn/Arwen and Miril/Elrohir which I plan to involve the hobbits in by then. But time-line wise, Merry and Pippin don't become Counselors of the North for four years after the Scouring of the Shire. And I am probably sticking to that timeline. But who knows? If there's enough demand for me to bring them in, I will.

Miril caught up with her king several hours later. She found him busy behind his desk, working hard with Prince Faramir to plan the best route for the three travelers. Miril knocked on the door and was told to come in.

"Ah, Miril." He nodded. "Glad you are here. Faramir and I have been going over the maps of Khand and Harad. I was adding what I remember from my campaigns as Thorongil down there."

"Aragorn, I need to speak with you." She hesitated. "Faramir, you are welcome to remain as it concerns the quest."

"Go on," Aragorn prompted with a nod of his head, his eyes concerned as they looked at her.

Miril took a deep breath. "The twins and I found something else during our stay in Dol Amroth."

Faramir and Aragorn stopped what they were doing and turned all attention on the half-elf.

"We found quite definite references to Maglor living in the White Mountains."

Aragorn closed his eyes and sat down. "So this is why you are so eager to set off. You wish to go to the White Mountains first and find him?"

"Who is Maglor?" Faramir asked. "Is he an ally?"

"Maglor is one of the seven sons of Feanor, and a relative of mine through his brother Caranthir, my forefather." Miril told him this, having forgotten that Faramir would have very little clue.

Aragorn continued instead, "Whether or not he is an ally is unknown to us. But the prophecy that Miril was given at the Mirror stresses the importance of finding him."

"When at once the servant of the Black Foe is gone, three must set forth. Find the Oathbreaker and retrieve the jewel at last. Face the darkness that will rise in the South and East with the light of Valinor." Miril recited the prophecy. "I remember it as if it happened yesterday."

"So Maglor is the Oathbreaker," Faramir nodded thoughtfully. "Then you must find him!"

Miril agreed wholeheartedly. "Indeed, we must! I do not believe that planning a route from here will be helpful. Plan it from Dol Amroth, for there is where we will make contact with traders and buy the proper attire and trade for Southron currency."

"I have been to Near Harad, this is true." Aragorn sighed. "But you will likely travel to Khand and maybe even Rhun. The stars are strange there. And Maglor will be of no help. I can provide you with some map more than maybe others, but not one detailed enough I fear."

Miril nodded. "I am sure all will be fine, Aragorn. Do what you can."

The king sighed and glanced down at the map in frustration and annoyance. "If only I had taken more detailed maps of Near Harad while I campaigned there. Things might be easier now."

"Do not blame yourself, Aragorn." Miril smiled kindly. "You did what was needed at the time. Few are gifted with foresight in this world."

"The few who are will soon pass over the sea," said a voice cryptically behind Miril.

Turning, she found Elladan standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the post and smiled as she turned and spotted him. Walking forward to join them, he looked at the map Aragorn had been working on.

"This is good little brother. You should be proud!" Elladan smiled at Aragorn playfully.

Aragorn snorted a humoring laugh, "Thank you, but I know it is less than what you were hoping for."

"Nevertheless," Elladan shrugged. "If that is what you can give, that is what we will take."

"Will they leave soon?" Miril frowned. "I do not wish to see them leave."

Elladan looked sad as well. "Much that was fair is already fading. I can feel it. A few more years of men and then they will be gone, this I am confident of."

There was melancholy silence as everyone in the room thought about this depressing fact. In the end it was Faramir who broke the solemn peace by bringing up a question he'd had.

"What will they do if they find the threat in the South, Aragorn?"

Miril immediately answer. "We will destroy it."

Aragorn nodded. "That is the hope, certainly. However if you feel you need reinforcements, do not hesitate to return for them."

Return for reinforcements? Never. Miril soon left the room and joined Elrohir in bed for it was late. She slept soundly for much of the night but eventually she was plagued with horrible nightmares. She sprung from bed and went out to the top of a stone tower still dressed in her nightgown. She needed fresh air.

Elladan found her first. They were both very surprised to see the other.

"What are you doing awake, Mir?" He asked her in surprise. "It is late. You should be in bed!"

"I could not sleep," she sighed. "I fear my mind is far astray these nights in anticipation for the coming journey."

Elladan nodded. "Nightmares, then?"

"Indeed." She closed her eyes. "Horrible ones full of darkness and death and blood."

He nodded and murmured that he understood. "I still have nightmares. Nightmares about when my mother was captured. Nightmares about how we found her."

"But she is safe, over the sea now," Miril reminded him.

Elladan agreed. "And yet I may never see her again. If I go, I will most likely never see my brother again. But if I stay, I shall not see my mother."

"For that, I am sorry," Miril downcast her eyes as the wind picked up and rustled her hair and clothes. "For I fear it is my fault."

"Elrohir made no mistake in choosing who he wished to marry. And neither of us regret that decision." Elladan smiled. "For I am privileged to call you sister, now. And no matter what happens, know that I will always care for you like I always have."

Miril felt a tear trying to escape her eye. "I myself am privileged to call you brother. For you have always cared for me like one. You made me remember what it was like to have a brother when I lost my own and for that, I cannot be grateful enough. I wish only that you someday may fully understand the gratitude I feel."

Elladan gave a small smile. "Go. get to bed, little one."

With a smile and a yawn, Miril did just that.