A/N: Short but quality chapter here. Sorry I couldn't reach 1000+ words today, but this was the proper stopping point. And after all, most people don't update daily haha.

Maglor insisted that the three half-elves get some sleep after they ate. He had much to think about and had no desire to be bothered with questions by these young peredhil. He needed time to think things through and weigh the options as to what he could do about the information they had brought. He couldn't get past the horrible flashbacks that their arrival was bringing.

He knew the screams would never leave his mind. First the screams at the docks at Alqualonde, then the screams at Menegroth, and finally those horrible screams at the the Havens of Sirion. The blood that stained the white swan ships, the blood that stained the throne of Doriath, and the blood that poured into the sea at refugee holdings... they were a part of him forever.

The face of one young girl would never leave his mind. Her grey eyes pleaded with him as he plunged the sword his father had made him deep into the girl's mother, killing her. Her black hair stained red with blood that spewed from the corpse of her father. And finally her piercing shriek as he did the duty he was bound by oath to perform. He had slaughtered her in cold blood as she screamed at him to please stop.

Maglor paced forward and looked at the sleeping form of Miril. She had Caranthir's facial structure, and he wondered what else of his she inherited. His anger issues? His harshness? His pride and stubbornness? She had the potential to be very dangerous.

Walking away from her, he sighed. He looked up at the stars and narrowed his eyes. Where once they brought comfort to him, the light that Varda had given the world, they now reminded him only of what he'd lost. And he had lost a lot.

"It's my own fault," he reminded himself quietly.

He turned around when he heard rustling in the grass. He saw Miril tossing and turning, her eyes darting back and forth beneath her eyelids. She was moaning and breathing heavily. Maglor looked at her in concern and confusion, walking back over to her. He knelt beside her, unsure what to do. That's when Elrohir woke up, noticing what was going on. He smacked his twin awake as he crawled over to her. The fire had died low but it was still warm enough to heat the immediate area.

"Is she alright?" Maglor asked them in concern.

Elrohir sighed and tried to gently wake her. "She's been having what we presume are prophetic nightmares."

Miril still didn't wake. She tossed and turned, grabbing at the grass and driving the dirt deep beneath her fingernails. She was getting dangerously close to reaching the fire with her flailing hand.

"Mir, melda, wake up," Elrohir pleaded.

With a scream, she sat up straight. She panted and her eyes darted around until they fell on the concerned faces of her companions. Miril looked at her filthy hands in confusion and then she laid back down in exhaustion.

"They're getting worse," she told them. "Every time they get worse."

"Have you deciphered them at all?" Elladan asked her.

She shook her head. "No. I have not. Always there are two men in blue, a giant spider, and a girl. Other than that, sometimes I see deserts, other times jungles. Sometimes there are orcs and other times evil men. Rarely are two dreams the same."

Maglor looked at her curiously. "A spider, you say? An enormous one, I presume?"

"Indeed," she agreed sadly. "Huge."

"Evil has often taken the shape of arachnids," Maglor reasoned. "After all, Ungoliant who destroyed Telperion and Laurelin was a spider. It could be your subconscious doing that inadvertently."

"Perhaps," nodded Miril. "Perhaps."

"Whatever the case may be, you need to rest." Elrohir ran his hand up and down her back to comfort her.

Miril nodded and sniffed back a tear. She lay back down and the other two brothers returned to their places. Maglor walked back into his shack and laid down. He needed to get some rest as well. The four slept for a few hours.

Miril awoke not long after the other finally fell back asleep. She was restless. As she stood up and tiptoed out of the camp area. She collected a few branches and stoked the fire before noticing the cave entrance for the first time. The sky was beginning to brighten and she saw the dark mouth not far away.

Grabbing a long, flaming branch, she moved toward it. Not far inside she could hear water. And something in the water sounded like it was speaking to her yet again, so she began making her way forward inside.

It was very dark inside the cave. Naturally, she supposed. As she made her way forward, she saw light ahead. A hole in the cave ceiling allowed a small bit of light to filter down and hit the water. It was mesmerizing.

She walked forward and dropped the fiery branch down where it quickly burned out. She knelt beside the small bubbling stream and dipped her hand in the water. When she did, she felt sleep overwhelm her to the point where she immediately lay down beside the stream, her hand still in the water.

She began to dream.