A/N: This is the sequel to "So Not Happening". Hopefully this story will turn out better than the first! It begins where we left off, of course.

"You're quiet today, little sister.', Elrohir grinned from where he sat behind me.

"Well no one plans a murder out loud.', I muttered underneath my breath— jokingly, of course.

"Are you alright, Riley?', he asked gently.

We had stayed for one week after Aragorn's coronation as King of Gondor before leaving with the group of Rohirrim that were escorting Théoden's body back to the mounds outside of Edoras to be buried. Led by the new king of Rohan, Éomer, we had managed to put Minas Tirith at least ten miles behind us in the past hour. I, being the horrible horsewoman that I am, had been persuaded to ride with Elrohir lest I slow the group down.

"Yes, I'm fine.', I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Just tired, I guess."

"Perhaps it is too soon for you to be up and about.', he said worriedly. "We should turn around... Minas Tirith is only a few miles away."

"Hey!', I yelped. "I'm not that kind of tired."

He hesitated for a moment, clearly thinking back to what had happened almost two months ago.

"I'm fine.', I assured him. "I've been alright for how many weeks now?"

"But what if there is a relapse?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"I wasn't sick, Elrohir, I was just... out of it for awhile."

"No, you were fading.', Elladan corrected from the right, sarcasm tinging his voice. "We cannot help but be worried, penneth. We almost lost you."

"But you didn't!', I huffed. "And I only said I was a little tired! I'm positive that I can't get a 'relapse' of fading, you guys!"

"Alright, alright.', the twins chuckled.

"But you must promise to tell us if you begin to feel sick.', Elrohir chided, crooking a finger at me in warning.

"Okay.', I shrugged.

"Oi! You are falling behind, my lords!', Éomer called from up ahead, a rare smile making him look less fierce than usual.

"We cannot have that can we?', Elladan shouted back laughingly, gently nudging his mount into a steady trot in order to catch up with the blonde king. Elrohir smirked, following his example.

"Come, Riley!', he laughed when he noticed how I had tightly shut my eyes. "The horse is not even galloping yet and you are afraid?"

"I'm... not the best when it comes to riding.', I admitted with a small moan, pressing myself further against Elrohir. He laughed, wrapping his left arm firmly around me as he grasped the reins with his right hand.

"Then it is a good tidings for you that we will only be riding for two weeks.', he smiled. "Once we reach Edoras, we will meet with Arwen's escort and then return to Minas Tirith. And I believe... that perhaps many of the elves will be on foot.', he added with a knowing wink.

"Wonderful.', I sighed. "I can't wait."

"It would seem that Éowyn's good spirits have faltered slightly.', Elladan acknowledged lightly a few minutes later, sending me a small grin as he changed the subject.

"It would appear so.', I smirked back, glancing at Éomer from the corner of my eye. "Do you think he knows about Faramir and Éowyn?', I asked in a low voice.

"I do not think so, yet I believe he suspects something.', he replied in a whisper.

"Plotting again?', Elrohir snickered, making us both jump.

"Us?', I smirked. "Nope! Not at all!"

"Rielásse!', Elrohir whispered against my hair. "Wake up! The Golden Hall has come into sight!"

I blinked the sleepiness away and gave a yawn, trying to stretch my muscles as best as one could atop a horse. The two weeks had passed faster than I had thought they would, with little or no incident— if you do not count the night that the twins slipped frogs into my bedroll, that is.

"Do you think the escort will be there already?', I inquired, covering my mouth as another yawn split my face.

"Nay!', he laughed. "It will take them at least another week until they arrive."

"Oh.', I mourned glumly.

"Not to worry though!', he chirped. "We shall have plenty to do keep you from becoming bored."

"Like?"

"Such as fulfilling a promise.', said Elladan. "I believe we said we would teach you about fëar?"

"You've already taught me.', I mumbled. "I'm constantly terrified of finding another reptile among my things now."

"Nay!', Elrohir chortled. "We are not speaking of fear, but rather fëar, which is the plural for fëa."

"Way to make yourself look like an idiot, Riley.', I harrumphed with a wry grin. "I feel like I should have known that."

"Which is exactly why we are here to teach you!', they said in unison.

"Yay! I get to deal with both of you at the same time!', I applauded with a wry grimace.

"That didn't sound very enthusiastic.', Elladan smirked.

"Whoop de doo?', I tried again.

"That was scarcely any better.', Elrohir sighed.

"Can you feel it yet?"

"No. What I feel is that I am sitting on a bunch of sharp pebbles.', I retorted grumpily.

Elrohir pinched the bridge of his nose while he took several calming breaths.

"You must concentrate, Riley."

"I'm trying!', I squeaked.

"Close your eyes like I told you.', he said sternly. "You do not see a fëa with your physical senses, but rather your mental ones. Try to find me again."

I scrunched my forehead as I tried to follow his odd instructions.

"Are you to the left?', I guessed randomly.

"You are trying too hard."

First I'm not trying hard enough, and now I'm trying to hard?! And they say females have trouble making up their minds...

"Then are you to the right?"

"Wrong. Both times."

My eyes popped open to stare at my brother, who was standing directly in front of me.

"How come I can talk to trees and animals but I can't sense them?', I wailed. "I can't sense anything!"

"It will come with time.', he murmured, tousling my hair. "It may simply take some practice and hard work." Elrohir eyed for a long moment. "Would you rather speak of other things for today?"

I nodded miserably. Elladan and Elrohir had taken it upon themselves to teach me about how the elven fëa could search out the lives of those around it, but so far I hadn't been able to 'sense' anything!

"Do you know what a bond is?', my brother asked, interrupting my train of thought.

Um... a spy with a license to kill?

"No...?', I answered instead.

"A bond is something that connects us to other elves. For example, there are bonds of friendship, bonds of matrimony, and familial bonds. The last of the three is how Elladan, Arwen, Ada, and I can understand each other so well, and it was created naturally at the times of our births. The relation we have with you, Riley, is slightly different however. Because you have been adopted into our family, we had to build a bond ourselves in order to establish a connection with you."

"Erm... 'kay?"

"I am not making an sense to you, am I?', groaned Elrohir. He sat in the grass beside me, lying there in thoughtful contemplation before turning back to me.

"Have you ever noticed how Elladan and I seem to be able to gauge your moods better than others?"

I slowly nodded.

"That would be because of the sibling bond that we share with you. You may not have realized it, but your spirit is connected to ours in such a way that we can feel any strong emotions that you yourself feel."

"So... you can feel what I feel?"

"If the emotion is strong enough, then yes. It is still a rather weak link that connects us, but the more time we spend together, the stronger it grows."

"Weird.', I said, crinkling my nose. "What if I get sick? Can you tell when that happens?"

"We can also sense if ones health is deteriorating, yes.', he nodded. "Which is how we knew something was wrong while we were on the corsair ship."

"Is a 'sibling' bond how you and Elladan say the same thing at the same time?"

"Yes!', he laughed. "Though our bond is stronger than most because we are twins."

"I said it once, and I'll say it again. Weird."

Elladan suddenly appeared, looking slightly out of breath.

"They're here!', he beamed.

"Who?', Elrohir asked densely, even though it was quite obvious that Elladan meant the escort of Arwen.

"So much for reading each other's mind.', I groaned.

A/N: Things will even up soon, I promise!