Lost in time

Chapter six Meeting someone new

Elrond stared out over the trees.
Feeling his sleeve being tugged he dotingly looked down. “Look, little Elladan, this is your home. One day you will rule it. You and Elrohir.”

He turned when he heard a chuckle and smiled at Celebrían, who held Elrohir in her arms. A look of reproach entered his eyes. “You should be inside. Regaining your strength.”
She smiled and kissed his cheek. “And have Elrohir cry his lungs out because he misses his twin? I think not.”
Elrond looked at the second born with love. “So you are protective, are you?”

Elrohir’s little hand reached for his twin, but he seemed to change his mind for suddenly he grabbed Elrond’s sleeve.
Elladan looked at the new hand in anger, but both parents saw the anger evaporate when he saw the hand belonged to his twin. It drew another chuckle from the lady. “It seems he’s attached to you.”
Elrond nodded and his eyes glistened.

Looking close she noticed that for the first time they were free of pain. She didn’t fool herself to think it was gone. She knew it was still there, but not so prominent as before. It seemed caring for new life was the balm his soul needed and for that she loved her children even more.

She shivered when the cold wind blew and Elrond frowned at it. “Let’s go inside. I do not want you to develop a cold.”
She snorted but knew better than to stop him. Experience had showed her it was best to let Elrond have his way where health and care were concerned. A smirk graced her face when she realised the twins would fight him on everything. That would be interesting to watch.

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Erestor smiled warmly and returned to the documents. Ever since the lady had become pregnant his workload had tripled and he finally realised just how much work Elrond took of his hands.
Glorfindel knocked and entered but the counsellor didn’t look up, not wanting to waste time.

The blond sat down and grabbed a document. “I might be a warrior, I do know how to read and write.”
Erestor smiled and looked up briefly, his whole posture showing he was extremely grateful. “I just hope these well-wishing letters will stop coming soon.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Though I think Thranduil might send a letter. He must realise the twins are excellent play-mates for his son.” He frowned. “Do you think Elrond will allow it?”
Erestor shrugged. “He’s been distant towards them, but I feel it is not personal.” Seeing the blond’s bemused face he smiled and shrugged again. “I mean. He didn’t start acting that way until Gandalf suggested befriending Legolas.”
Glorfindel laughed. “Aye. And I would think the wizard was wiser than that. Asking Elrond to befriend a child.” He shook his head in disbelief.
Erestor smiled. “But Glorfindel, if you think about it, you must realise Gandalf was trying to achieve what Celebrían achieved.” He smiled warmly. “The twins force Elrond to really move on and look towards the future. To open his heart instead of just healing it.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Aye, you are right. Still, Gandalf might have used more tact.”
Erestor laughed and together they worked through the reports.

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The deep pools of wisdom glistened in sadness. The owner did not turn when another came closer. `That soul touches me. I cannot explain it.`
`It is a warrior’s soul, even though it is innocent. You know what the future will bring.`
The first one nodded. `Aye. And I long to prevent it, but I know I mustn’t. And it saddens me to lose him.` A breezing laughter made him face the Valar King.
Manwë shrugged. `Forgive me. And even though you cannot prevent certain events you can steer the outcome. That’s why we exists, remember.`
Oromë grinned and nodded, understanding what the other did not say. When the king cocked his head in silent inquiry he shrugged. `I shall watch him.`
`He might notice.`
`I would not be much of a warrior if he does. But if he manages to sense me I shall reward him. But don’t worry. He will not see me.` He left and did not see the other’s smirk. /If only you knew this part of the future that now -will- come to be./

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The twins laughed loud as they ran through the trees.

“I win! I win!”
Elrohir shook his head and tried to trip his brother. “You are not.” He managed to come level with his twin and now gave every effort to pass him.
In result Elladan pulled his shirt, making it impossible to do so.

“You are cheating.”

That comment, coming from their right, made them both stop and gape at the strange elf.
Elrohir’s eyes went wide as he took in the stranger. Seeing the colours on the clothes he realised this wasn’t a Lorien elf and he got scared.

This triggered Elladan’s defence and he stepped before his twin, glaring at the one who had scared them. “What are you doing here?”
The elf settled his eyes on him and smiled. “Watching two elves cheat to win. You shouldn’t cheat. It is wrong.”
“Says who?”
“My father. He always says one shouldn’t try to steal. Cheating is stealing.”
“Is not.”
The elf nodded, making his hair dance around his shoulders. “You are trying to win the race by cheating, thus stealing the winning from your adversary.”

Elrohir tugged Elladan’s sleeve. He wanted to leave. He didn’t feel safe anymore and wanted to go back to his parents and grandparents.

Elladan ignored it and stepped forward. “Who are you to judge us? I shall teach you a lesson.” Without hesitation he attacked the other and soon the two were fighting in earnest.

Elrohir pleaded with them to stop but soon his pleas turned to cries and he ran back.

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Celeborn smiled at his daughter and his wife who had walked a bit away, talking.

He looked at Elrond. “It is nice of you to come here and bring them.”
Elrond grinned. “I am sure you will take those words back within the week. They are hazardous.” His voice was loving and he couldn’t care about the fact he had to rebuild his study at least six times in the last four years.

His eyes suddenly widened and he jumped up. “Elrohir!” He ran forward, knowing instinctively which direction he had to take.
Celeborn, alarmed by his behaviour, followed after swiftly grabbing their swords. His eyes widened when he saw a gravely upset Elrohir run into his father’s arms.
Elrond held him tight and searched frantically for Elladan as he did so. Hearing sounds he advanced on them and both he and Celeborn were stunned to find the twin fighting another elfling.
Celeborn smiled, now understanding Elrohir’s ramblings.

Before they could break the fighting elves up a howl echoed through the trees.
Two arms immediately pulled the stranger out under Elladan. “What in Elbereth’s name do you think you’re doing, Legolas Thranduilion? Since when do you pick fights?”

Celeborn hurried forward, restraining Elladan. He looked at Thranduil in shock. “Aiya. I had no idea your son was here.”
Thranduil shrugged. “We have just crossed your borders and Legolas here is a rascal, though normally extremely well behaved.”

Elladan still glared at the blond and ignored his wounds. He didn’t turn as he spoke. “He scared my twin.”
Elrond shook his head and deemed it best to stop this before the two were fighting again. “Enough. Elladan, come here.” His voice left no room for argument and Elladan came, recognizing it. Seeing his twin upset he was about to lash out again but Elrond restrained him. “You should know better than to fight and leave your brother alone. Now please tell me what prompted this.”

Elrohir grabbed his twin’s hand and looked pleadingly. “He was right, you know.” He still sniffled, but seeing Elladan relatively all right and being with his father calmed him down.
Elrond raised his eyebrow and Elladan pouted. “We were racing and suddenly that elf…”
Elrond laughed warmly, understanding what happened.

He stood and approached the others. He could see the other elfling had received a sermon already, but he would hold his own until they were inside. “Elladan, I want you to apologize to him.”
Elladan crossed his arms and shook his head. “I did no wrong, adar.”
Elrohir hid himself behind his father. Never before had he met an elf that could stand his ground around Elladan and he really feared the elf.

Elrond kneeled and looked at the blond elfling. “Am I to understand you are the Prince of Mirkwood?”
The elfling nodded, pride entering his eyes. “Aye. Thranduil is my sire.” He cocked his head and Elrond smiled. “You are right. Forgive me. My name is Elrond Peredhel and these two are my twin sons.”
The elfling bowed politely. “It is an honour to meet you, my lord.”

Seeing the shaking head above the young elf made Elrond look up and smile.
Thranduil shrugged. “It seems we both have problems, Elrond. You’ve got twins behaving as children should and I’ve got a son behaving as a four hundred year old heir should.” He shook his head. “Legolas?”

Legolas blushed. “I am sorry, Elrohir, Elladan. I did not know it is all right to cheat.” He wondered about the fear in the younger twin’s eyes and looked up at his father.
Elrohir smiled. “No one ever fought my twin.” There was some admiration in his voice and Elrond laughed. “I should hope not. Everybody is well aware I will ground both fighters for a week should that happen. So, Elladan, once we’re home you are grounded. And now apologize. You should not lose your temper like that.”

Thranduil’s laugh filled the air. “So I do not have to deal with one, but two hot tempered Peredhil? And maybe three.” He rolled his eyes. “The Valar have mercy on us all.”

Celeborn grinned and scooped up Elrohir. “Shall we return? Your mother and grandmother must be worried by now.”
Elrohir nodded. “’Dan, ‘pologize”
Elladan shuffled his feet and lowered his head. His twin’s reproach always sounded worse than that of his father. “Sorry.”
Legolas cocked his head. “Did I really scare him? How?”

Elrond smiled and guided them to follow Celeborn. “Thranduil. I never had the chance to personally offer my regret, and my joy.”
For a moment the blond ruler was puzzled but then he smiled. “That’s all right. From what I understand you were struggling to survive. It amazes me that you have.” He placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled. “You have my admiration, Peredhel. I don’t know if I would have survived.” Seeing Elrond’s eyes narrow he shrugged. “Gandalf visits regularly and he mumbles in his sleep.”
Elrond’s eyes now widened. “He sleep-talks? About me?”
Thranduil shrugged. “Only when he speaks in Elvish. His other tongue I cannot translate.”

He smiled at the two ladies who hurried to bury the children in a hug, Celebrían already scolding Elladan for his behaviour.

Galadriel looked at the lost expression on Legolas’ face and smiled, reaching out to him. “Come on, you need some fixing too. And perhaps you should run with them next time?”
Elrohir emitted a happy sound and looked at him. “Aye. That’ll be great. We never had a friend before.”
Elladan narrowed his lips. “We’ve got Rest and Findy and Lindy and…” He stopped when Elrohir crossed his arms. “’Dan, they are our tutors and family. And aye, they are our friends, but we can hardly run with them.”
He rolled his eyes and suddenly turned to face Legolas. “Will you be our friend?”
Legolas found himself nodding. “Aye.”

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They halted when Imladris came into view and Thranduil now wondered if they should send someone ahead, inform them they were coming.
Legolas turned to him and smiled. “Don’t worry. Elrond has always allowed surprise visits and since we were invited we are not actually surprising them. I daresay the twins will soon be here.”

He shook his head and looked at Gandalf. “You know they are the ones who sparkled my curiosity for Lindon. They told me the tales Erestor and Elrond told them.”
Gandalf smiled warmly and nodded. His mind was already on the upcoming meeting. He would remain here and support Legolas in his quest.

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Elrond stared out over the trees.
Feeling his sleeve being tugged he dotingly looked down and smiled as he remembered a similar pose in the past. “Look, little Arwen, this is your home. Once I stood here with your brothers when they had your age. Your mother will soon return and then our family will be whole again. She wanted to take you with her to show her parents, your grandparents, but you were a bit ill, my dear.”

Hearing a chuckle behind him he turned and his smile broadened when he saw his sons. “What brings you to my balcony?”
Elladan approached and embraced his father before playing with his sister. He was so glad they were tall enough to do that. Elrond smiled and signalled for him to open his arms. Immediately he jumped back and placed his hands behind his back.

Elrond smiled. “You won’t drop her, Elladan.” He saw Elrohir’s eager eyes and smiled, reaching to place Arwen in his arms. “Why don’t you show him, Elrohir?”
Elrohir beamed with pride and happiness when his father placed the baby in his arms. He protectively cradled her close. “I miss Legolas, adar.”
Elrond shook his head. Elrohir could say anything at any given time, from serious to just plain fun. He smiled. “Why don’t you invite him over then? I am sure he will come.”
Elrohir stepped back and shook his head. “I can’t write properly. Erestor always tells me so.”

Elrond closed his eyes. Sometimes the counsellor was too firm with teaching the children. He stood and looked down the corridor, wondering if he should go to the study or let it wait. He smiled when he saw Glorfindel and Erestor walking together and raised his voice to summon them over.

Elladan pushed his leg. “Adar! You’ll wake Arben.”
Elrohir giggled. “It’s Ar-wen!”
Elladan nodded. “That’s what I said. Arben.”

Erestor and Glorfindel smiled at the happy picture. The blond bowed. “Will you be needing me long, my lord? I have to leave soon to meet the lady’s escort.”
Elrond smiled and nodded, signalling he could go. “I wanted to talk to Erestor.”
Something in his voice warned the counsellor to be alert and he cocked his head. “Meldir?”

Elrond crossed his arms and forced himself not to glare. “The twins miss Legolas and I think Elrohir should invite him over. What’s this about his writing not being good?”
Erestor shrugged. “His mind wanders constantly, Elrond, you know that. He hardly ever finishes a symbol before he goes to the next. If I didn’t know what he was supposed to write I couldn’t read it.”
Elrond nodded. “But he knows how to?”
Erestor nodded. “Aye. I’ve tried anything to make him continue and write properly but…” He stopped when Elrond smiled and shook his head.

They turned when Elrohir released a shriek and jumped up. Elrond saw him lose hold on Arwen and the baby fell. He reached to grab her but Elladan was swifter and grabbed her in the air, immediately placing her against his own body.

Elladan’s heart pounded madly but he ignored it and glared at the crow. “Go. You scare Roir. You could have kilt Arben.”
Elrond shook his head. “Erestor, I think Elladan needs some more articulation lessons.”
Erestor snickered and nodded. “Aye, my lord.” He placed his hands before his ears when Arwen screamed, having realised what happened.
Elrond grabbed the baby, rocking her. “Aiya, calm down, precious. It’s all right. Nothing happened. You just got your first flying lesson, that’s all.” He rocked her and slowly the crying made way for cooing as she grabbed hold of his hair.

Elrond looked at Elladan with gratitude and pride. “That was swift, Elladan. Maybe next time you will hold your sister?”
Elladan nodded and leaned against his father, feeling rather shaken. He pulled his twin close as well. “It was a crouw, adar.”
Elrond nodded. “I know. I saw the crow, Elladan. Are you very shaken, Elrohir?” He kneeled and placed Arwen in Elladan’s arms so he could give his full attention to Elrohir.
The twin was trying hard not to cry and Elrond touched his cheek. “It’s all right to cry. That was a pretty big scare you got.”
Elrohir shook his head. “I dropped her. I… I…”
Elrond pulled him tight and soothingly rubbed his back. “That’s all right. Next time, if there ever is a next time, you won’t. And Elladan caught her and she wouldn’t have gotten hurt badly. Babies are rather bouncy.”
Elladan smiled and crept closer. “Want to hold her again?”
Elrohir nodded, but his fear was palpable.

Elrond stood. “It’s time for her nap. You carry her, Elrohir, and we will tug her in together.”
Elladan nodded and jumped up, longing to be carried again.
Elrond smiled and allowed it. He watched Elrohir’s fear fade as they walked to the nursery.

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Elrond frowned when he heard commotion in the courtyard and hurried to see what was happening. His eyes widened when he saw the haphazard shape of the warriors that had accompanied the blond when meeting Celebrían.

He ran forward, his eyes scanning for his seneschal and his wife. He didn’t see them and he would not go further, realising his soldiers needed medical attention.
His voice bellowed through the air as he shouted his orders.

One soldier limped forward and Elrond hastily prevented the elf from bowing. The elf swallowed. “Orcs had attacked the escort, my lord. Glorfindel took her lady straight to the house of healing.” He nodded towards the counsellor. “Go to her. Counsellor Erestor will see to us.”
Elrond nodded and gently grasped the soldier’s arm before rushing to do as he should.

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Glorfindel looked up and smiled rueful at Elrond. “We came too late. I should have…”
Elrond motioned him to silence and hissed at the wounds his wife carried. “What happened?”

Glorfindel swallowed. “We rode towards them as planned. When we came there we found six slain warriors. It took me too long to track them. Orcs had taken her. It took me too long.” He lowered his eyes. “They have violated her, Elrond.” He fought to keep his stomach inside, but it was hard as the image was still imprinted on his eyes.

Elrond sighed and grasped Glorfindel. “You did all you could, Glorfindel. I blame you not. Have they tended to her?”
The blond nodded and a healer came closer. Sadness was in his eyes. “I fear for her, my lord.”
Elrond nodded. “We shall heal her wounds and pray she’s strong enough.”

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Celebrían smiled a sad smile and kneeled to embrace the twins. “I am sorry, my sons, but staying here would mean my death. This way we might be able to meet in the future. Promise me to look after your father for me. He needs you more than he lets on.”
Elladan and Elrohir wept openly, but nodded. But they didn’t agree. They -were- losing her. Maybe not to Mandos, but to Valinor.

The lady mounted her horse and nodded.
Cirdan smiled and gave the signal. He had come here especially to escort her. The consort existed of near fifty elves, all fine Imladrian soldiers, some of them planning to sail with her.
He turned and looked at Erestor and the counsellor smiled, reading his thoughts. /He has the twins and Arwen, Cirdan. He will be fine. It will be the companionship that he’ll miss but I know of a way to remedy that./

They watched her leave and walked inside together. Erestor held the twins back. “I am so sorry, little ones.”
Elladan leaned against him. “Adar won’t leave, will he? Or you and Findy?”
Erestor shook his head. “I shall do my best to prevent it, Elladan. But the coming days will be hard on your father as well. For the first time in years he will have to sleep alone, knowing it will remain that way.” He hugged the twins and stood. “It’s time for your lessons, but I am inclined to skip them.”
Elrohir smiled grateful. “I want to hold Arwen in my arms.” He walked to the nursery and pulled his twin along.

Once alone Elladan smiled. “Do you think adar will cry?”
Elrohir nodded. “We cry, don’t we?”
Elladan nodded and lowered his head. “I want adar to smile.” He looked up. “Glorfindel said we had to support each other. We need to support adar.” He nodded, his mind made up. “We will sleep with adar, Roir.”
Elrohir shook his head. “I want to sleep in my own bed.”
Elladan sat down. “Fine. I am sleeping with adar. I overheard him speaking with Erestor. He didn’t like sleeping alone last month, Roir. He needs us.”

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Elrond sighed as he looked at his empty desk. There were no papers, no reports, no documents, no nothing to demand his attention. And he didn’t want to go to his empty bed. When there was nobody asleep with him he missed his love even more.

He placed his hand over his heart, feeling the locket Hendubeth had once given him. He still remembered it vividly.

After their lovemaking the impulsive elf had placed it around his neck and told Elrond to fill it as he wanted. Elrond had asked for a lock of his hair and Hendubeth had blushed in response. It had been the only shyness his lover had displayed throughout their relationship.

Elrond jumped up and twirled around when he heard someone clear his throat.

Erestor walked forward and placed a hand on Elrond’s shoulder. His eyes were filled in understanding.

Elrond sighed. “Why did she leave me, Erestor? Didn’t she love me enough?”
Erestor cocked his head. “She loved you enough but she knew you didn’t. And she’s right. It’s not her you’re weeping for.” He brushed Elrond’s tears away and steered him to the corridor. “You still have your children and many desire you. You do not have to be alone.”
Elrond shook his head. “Nay. I accepted her because she was a woman. And I will not betray her love. I once promised her she would be the only woman in my life.” He locked their eyes. “I could not and cannot give her my heart, I can give her that.”

He shrugged. “So now I am celibate forever, meldir. No woman will ever replace her and no male will ever….” His voiced, filled with tears, trailed off.
Erestor smiled and squished him when Elrond’s voice choked up. “Don’t dwell in the past or the present, Elrond. Your children need you to guide them.”
Elrond nodded. “Aye. I know. Sleep well. If you hear me walking the corridors I am making myself a sleeping potion.”

Erestor nodded. He went to check up on the seneschal, who still felt guilty and was having nightmares.

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That night Elrond was surprised to find a sleeping Elladan in his bed and he carefully crept in as well. A few minutes later Elrohir had shuffled inside. No matter how much he wanted his own bed he felt guilty and he just couldn’t sleep. Elrond pulled them both close and smiled warmly at their affection. For many nights they would seek him out, even after their majority. It had become habit.

Chapter seven Can’t believe it

Elrond jumped up in fright when the twins rushed in the room, screaming with happiness. The old Peredhel saw with sadness how his filled plate went on a collision course with the floor.
He looked at his daughter who rolled her eyes at her brothers’ antics.

He smiled warmly, adoring her for journeying here. “I don’t remember them being this loud when you lived here.”
Arwen grinned. “I daresay Legolas is seen approaching. You know that always results in monkey-like behaviour.”
Elrohir grinned as well and squished first his sister extremely tight and then his father. “Aye, he is. With his father. And adar, you’ll enjoy seeing Mithrandir again, who rides with them.”

Elrond smiled and nodded. “Aye. Let’s prepare to welcome them.”
Elladan cocked his head. “Where’s our brother?”
Arwen smiled naughtily. “I think I tired him out.”

Together they made their way over to the courtyard. The twins smiled warmly when they saw their friend enter it and ignored protocol but rushed forward before the other had even dismounted.

Only his swift elven reflexes saved the blond from a collision course with the hard soil. But Legolas was glad they were here and returned the happy hugs. “I missed you too.” /I thought I would never see you again, meldir./
His eyes hungrily devoured Imladris, loving it more than in the past.
He stepped back and followed his father towards the stairs. He couldn’t help but feel some trepidation and he clung to Gandalf’s comforting words.

Thranduil smiled. “I am glad to see you again, Elrond.” He bowed. “Lady Arwen.”
Arwen smiled and curtsied. “It is an honour to meet again, sire. And please forgive my brothers.”
Thranduil smiled warmly. “Their affectionate troublemakers still.” He looked at Elrond. “I would like to talk to you in private, Elrond.”
Elrond inclined his head and now greeted Legolas and Mithrandir.

He blinked his eyes when he saw dark strands among the blond ones and frowned at his vision. When their eyes locked his own involuntarily widened. It couldn’t be… But he clearly detected many green speckles in those blue eyes. How was that possible? He did not need to look close to recognize the colour or intensity. But that was impossible! Wasn’t it?
His eyes immediately settled on Gandalf, anger, accusation and question warring with each other.

The wizard smiled. “The journey tired us all. We will speak later, Elrond. Thranduil really desires to speak to you. You should hear him.”
Arwen wondered what was going on. She had felt her father stiffen, she had felt his hope, disbelief and fear, she had seen the feelings in Legolas’ eyes, although the elf had tried to shield them and she had heard the urging tone in Gandalf’s voice, and wondered what he knew.

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Legolas was dragged along by the twins who were ecstatic to have their friend close. They chattered without stop and simultaneously.

Legolas had forgotten that and he allowed everything to overwhelm him and overflow him. He tried to focus on their words but he was too absorbed in taking in the beautiful surroundings.

When the twins were silent for a second he swiftly spoke. “Has your father altered the place? It looks so different.”
Elrohir grinned. “Nay. Not really. Some new statues to replace broken ones and new benches in the gardens but that is it. You seem distant.”
Legolas smiled. Elrohir had always been the more observant twin. “It’s just been so long, too long, since I saw you last.”

He still couldn’t understand that only a few days have passed here when he had spend years in Lindon. Hadn’t he aged? That question continued to plague him but he didn’t have much time to brood with the twins around and he felt extremely grateful for that.

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Elrond motioned for Thranduil to sit and offered him a drink.
Thranduil nodded and his eyes took on a pleading expression. “I shall come straight to the point. I was hoping you would examine Legolas?”
Elrond frowned. That he had not expected. “Why? Is he ill?” Elves were rarely ill, so he became worried.
Thranduil shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s been listless lately, bored. A few days ago he stumbled upon some old books on magic. Foreign magic. We found him passed out on the floor. Although he was breathing he didn’t seem to be there.”
He rubbed the brink of his nose. “It’s not possible to put it in words, it was more a feeling.”
He sighed. “Gandalf turned the spell around and it worked.”
He shrugged. “But I would just feel better, knowing everything was right.”

Elrond nodded. He could understand the king. “I don’t know how I would have reacted, finding one of my children like that.” He stood and placed his hand on Thranduil’s shoulder. “I shall give him a full examination. But I would like to talk to Gandalf. Perhaps he can tell me what sort of spell that was, so I know what I am dealing with.” He couldn’t help his heart from grasping onto the small sparkle of hope.

He watched Thranduil leave and instantly marched towards the guestrooms. He couldn’t draw this out. The longer he waited, the greater the hope would have become and the greater the pain when finding out the truth. That it wasn’t him. That is wasn’t possible. And yet….

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Gandalf smiled warmly at the approaching Peredhel. His eyes were filled with sad understanding and he handed Elrond a glass, which he knew the other needed. “Come, sit and let me explain.”
Elrond’s eyes widened. “So it is…”
Gandalf nodded. “Aye. When we first met in Lindon I immediately recognized his future soul. It didn’t belong there. I’ve tried sending him back but…” He shrugged. “It failed and he was stuck there. And then you two became an item and then you lost him.”
He looked at Elrond with pain and guilt in his eyes. “I promised there and then I would prevent it from happening again.”

Elrond cocked his head. “But how is it possible he was there in the first place? Did you send him?”
Gandalf shook his head. “Nay. He uttered a spell, never knowing it was one. A time and place travelling spell, actually. He had been thinking of Lindon prior to it and that alone is why he showed up there.” He laughed, though it lacked intensity. “Had he been thinking of Valinor he would have wounded up there.” He shrugged. “I don’t know why his body changed. Probably to fit in.”

He looked out the archways. “Some days ago Thranduil’s message reached me. They had found Legolas unconscious between book on old and foreign magic. I knew precisely what had occurred and rushed over to undo it, to prevent your pain.”
Elrond nodded in understanding. “He disappeared because you summoned him back. But why had so many years passed if it were only days now?”
Gandalf shrugged. “I know not. I am planning to visit the people whose magic this is to ask them. It is important we know. I’ve brought the books along. Thranduil doesn’t want them anymore.”
Elrond nodded. “I can understand.”

He closed his eyes and his smile turned happy and warm. “Now I know why you always tried to make me befriend Legolas as well.”

He opened his eyes. “What people?”
Gandalf grinned. “I was wondering when you’d ask that…” He filled their glasses again and rubbed his beard. “I’ve heard tales of them but until now I’ve known they existed. Their origin lies with children of several Maia. But looking at their language…”
He opened the book and showed Elrond. “It has nothing to do with Valarin or any Elven tongue I know.”
Elrond nodded. “They must have evolved their own language. Any idea what their basic system is?”
Gandalf shook his head. “Nay. We were fortunate the spell Legolas uttered was their translation of one of my own.”
Elrond widened his eyes. “But then why didn’t your attempt in Lindon work?”
Gandalf smiled. “Because back then the spell hadn’t been uttered yet. Only Legolas would have been able to send himself back. But my spell is intended to work parallel. I mean, he would have been brought back after being in Lindon a week at most when I said the spell. I do not understand this change.”

Elrond stood and shrugged. “It is solved now, Gandalf. Go and find your answers. I care not.”
Gandalf smiled. “Aye. You have your mate back. Go to him. Although…” He smirked. “You might want to hide your knowledge. He’s planning to court you again.” Gandalf laughed as Elrond walked away, seeming to float.

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Legolas shook his head when the twins continued to ramble, unpacking his belongings, and completely missing the fact the blond was undressing. He yearned a bath. When he had only his breeches left he considered shooing them out but knew from past experience he wouldn’t see the relaxing, cleaning bath for hours and would have to go to dinner unpolished, as he father always phrased it. And that he did not want. Not tonight.

So he merely walked into the bathroom, drawing his bath and checking for towels. He went back and laid aside his choice of clothes for later. At some point he figured his bath was done and he walked forward.

“What’s that doing here? It should be in the wardrobe. Ro, you shouldn’t have placed it here. Have you told Legolas about Glorfindel’s fall?”

Legolas groaned and hurried to save his clothes. “I placed them there.” He threw them back but Elladan had moved on and their excited rambling prevented them from hearing him. Legolas threw his arms in the air but sighed and shook his head.
He shrugged, realising the twins wouldn’t even notice if he dropped dead this instant. That thought should have worried him but he found it relaxed him instead and so he removed his breeches as well, bending to pick up his fresh clothes. He knew that if he didn’t take them with him Elladan would store them in his wardrobe, making it impossible for Legolas to find them swiftly.

“By the Valar!”

That exclamation was enough to shut the twins up and the turned and stared. Their eyes widened when they saw Legolas completely naked and their own father standing in the door opening, gaping like a fish.

Legolas frowned when it was suddenly so silent and raised his head, his eyebrows raised in question. “Don’t tell you two suddenly decided it is impolite to ignore me?” That he just would not believe.

Elrond was the first to come to his senses and he swiftly entered and closed the door. He averted his eyes, not to give Legolas his privacy but to take himself from temptation. He could not jump his bones now, especially not when his children were around. “Forgive me. I should have knocked.” /I know Gandalf told me, but still I find it hard to believe it is you. Hendubeth, a strange name you picked. Do I still have your love?/

Legolas twirled round and smiled, seeing the shyness in Elrond he hade grown to love. /So you remained the same, deep inside. You just got better at hiding it for the world./ He swiftly covered himself. He felt himself react to Elrond’s presence and he knew he just couldn’t reveal it yet. /I need to catch him first./

He smiled. “Do not apologize. The sound of ten horns would not come out over their ramblings.”
Elrohir blushed and rushed forward. “You must be yearning your bath. Why did you not say so?”
Elrond’s head snapped up and looked at his son in disbelief. Before he could speak Elladan had joined his twin. “Aye. And you will need new clothes. And Arwen is here. Did we ever tell you about Ro nearly dropping her.”

Elrond swiftly intervened. “Because a crow had just scared him. Or as you said: a crouw. And I am sure Legolas is more interested to hear how you mispronounced everything, including his name.”
Legolas laughed at the words and smiled. “Really?”
Elrond nodded. “He called you Legobeth.” He rolled his eyes. “And his own sister nearly grew up thinking her name was Arben.”
Legolas laughed freely and shook his head. He looked at Elladan. “I cannot believe you never told me. It is highly amusing.”
Elladan nodded but crossed his arms. “But I never mispronounced your name. I merely mixed them up.”
Elrohir frowned but then nodded. “Aye. That’s right. I can’t believe I’ve forgotten that. What was it again?”
Elladan smiled and opened his mouth but Legolas intervened. “My mother’s nickname. Now go! I do need to bathe and with you in the room I will never get there.” He was about to push them out but Elrond laughed.

“A strange nickname, if you ask me.”
Elladan widened his eyes and glared at his father. “You knew? And you’ve always…” He growled and plunged down on the bed.
Elrohir smirked at Legolas’ groan, who realised the twins would be here for some time to come. “Elladan, Elrohir, I do wish to bathe. Please leave?” Suddenly his eyes widened and he looked at Elrond in disbelief, narrowing his eyes. “You knew?”
Elrond shook his head. “Nay. Your father told me just now and Gandalf filled in the blanks.” He shrugged and blushed. “I should have known though.”

The twins looked at each other, wondering if there was a conversation going on they knew nothing about. Elrohir shrugged it off and hugged his father. “And why did you came here? Surely not to join us in abusing Legolas’ ears.”
Elrond laughed warmly at that but shook his head. “Nay. Thranduil is rather worried and asked me to examine you, Legolas.”
The blond nodded and smiled seductively at the elder elf. “I cannot wait for your full physical examination, my lord.”
Elladan screamed, jumping up. “Legolas! That’s our adar!”
Elrohir shook his head and shot an apologetic look at his father. He grabbed his twin and steered him out. “I think Legolas is well aware of it. Come on, gwanunig, let’s go.”

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When the door closed behind the departing twins Elrond locked eyes with Legolas and smiled. “Gandalf told me what happened. He thought he would prevent our pain but in reality he caused it.” He didn’t wait for answers nor did he clarify himself when Legolas looked confused. He only answered his need to kiss his love again.

The kiss came sudden and unexpected; before he fully realised it Elrond had embraced him and pulled him close. A distant part of his mind wondered who Elrond was kissing at the moment: Legolas, son of Thranduil or Hendubeth, his lover from Lindon. But he didn’t care and completely melted in the kiss, bringing his arms around Elrond in turn.

When the kiss ended he smiled. “So you did come to keep me from my bath.” He couldn’t stop the affection and love from seeping in the teasing words.

Elrond’s eyes filled with happiness, disbelief and tears. “I cannot believe I have you back. I should have listened to Gandalf.”
He leaned in and claimed another kiss. “My Hendubeth.”

He shook his head. “I shall have to work to call you Legolas. I don’t think Thranduil will approve hearing your mother’s nickname. Why did she call you that?”
Legolas shrugged. “Because my entire family has green eyes and I am the only one with blue ones. She called me that to emphasise them. Though she didn’t call me that for long.”
Elrond nodded and steered his love to the bathroom. “I know. I am sorry.”

Legolas looked up. He knew they had to fill in the gaps between them. “I said some sort of spell and found myself in Lindon. Gandalf tried to send me back, but it failed and I was stuck there.”
Elrond nodded. “Gandalf told me. He didn’t realise it until he had brought you back. I nearly lost my life when you suddenly faded. Ereinion bound me to him but I never really healed and I kept draining him.”
Legolas’ eyes widened. “Is that why his death had such a great impact on you? I’ve always been told you were lovers. And after I came back here I thought…”
Elrond shook his head. “Nay. He helped me in a different way. And then Erestor realised how to make me face the future.”

He started washing his lover’s hair, not wanting to let go. “He was right. By caring for Celebrían and my children I healed.”
Legolas shook his head. “Not really. Aye, you could have continued living for millennia longer, but you would never open your heart again, would you?”
Elrond rested his head on Legolas’ shoulder and nodded, allowing his tears to fall. “We were about to get wed, Legolas. How could I allow another inside when it belongs to you and Celebrían?”
Legolas nodded and soothingly caressed him. “When we just arrived your eyes showed recognition. How did you know it was me? I mean, I have my own body back.”
Elrond smiled. “Your eyes and hair have changed. I will always recognize it. And if Gandalf hadn’t told me I would have fully realised when seeing you naked. I’ve worshiped your body too often not to recognize it.”

Legolas hardened at the words and he shook his head. “Elrond, we should move slowly.” Seeing the rejected expression he hurried to explain. “Aye, I love you still, it hasn’t changed much in a week, but you’ve aged, Elrond. You are no longer the elf you were in Lindon and maybe we are not compatible anymore.” He reached out and caressed the other’s cheek. “Allow me court you first?”

Elrond’s rejection grew. He knew it was sound, but he just couldn’t. “But I need you.” He knew he sounded like a child, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was his love close, in his arms, forever.

Legolas smiled and nodded. “Aye. You need to release the anxiety. Take me once but then we will have to pace ourselves.” That last sentence made Elrond willing to comply. It told him Legolas loved him and would have just a hard time as him.

Chapter eight I wish to die

Erestor frowned when Glorfindel silently walked in, sat down and started working, the occasional sigh leaving his lips. The behaviour only served to deepen the frown, for it was very uncharacteristic and Erestor became worried. “Glorfindel, meldir, what is wrong?”
His eyes showed his true concern and the true depth of his worries and Glorfindel realised he had scared the advisor. He shrugged. “I overheard a conversation between Elrond and Mithrandir.” He looked at Erestor before the counsellor could open his mouth. “And before you say anything, I did not intend to eavesdrop.”

He sighed again and Erestor now became truly worried and hurried to embrace his friend. “Is there anything I can do?”
Glorfindel shook his head. “There’s nothing any of us could do. Legolas is Hendubeth. Or was, had been, something like that. Gandalf mentioned a spell.”

Erestor understood what Glorfindel was trying to say and now understood so much more. But with that understanding came a crushing fear. He knew Glorfindel must feel extremely melancholic now, feeling like had failed Elrond, had failed the Valar. He ruthlessly turned to blond to face him and locked their eyes. The blue orbs had lost some of their intensity and Erestor gasped.

Glorfindel smiled warmly at his concern and placed a hand over Erestor’s. “Don’t worry. I am a warrior.” He ushered Erestor out of the study. “You’ve been working too hard. It is time for me to do something for you, meldir.”

A bedazzled counsellor found himself on the corridor with a closed door behind him before he fully realised what had transpired. Instantly his ran away. He needed aid, specific aid and he knew just where to get it.

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Elladan frowned when his door was unceremoniously thrown open. His eyes widened at the panting counsellor and he instantly grabbed his dagger, ready to defend the elf.

Erestor allowed himself to plunge down on Elladan’s bed. He needed some moments to catch his breath, but his hands and eyes showed Elladan there was no urgency for weapons.

The twin sat down and called for his twin to join him, who entered the room with just a puzzled expression on his face. He kneeled before the counsellor. “Erestor, what is wrong? Did adar send you? Does he need aid healing?”

Erestor smiled grateful when Elladan handed him some water and he drank greedily. When he had his breathing back under control he smiled warmly at them. Their affection and concern warmed him. “I guess I’ve lost my condition, being your father’s counsellor doesn’t bring me out much.”
Elladan grinned and sat down beside the counsellor. “Feel free to join our daily ride, Erestor.” He loosely embraced and smiled when Erestor leaned into the contact.
The counsellor handed Elrohir his glass, his eyes begging for another fill. The twin stood and refilled the glass.

Erestor sighed. “I’m sorry I startled you. I just need your eyes, children.”
Elrohir frowned at the fear behind those words and he instinctively grabbed the counsellor’s hands. “What is it? What do you want us to do?”

Erestor was debating how much he could tell the twins but he shrugged. It was up to Elrond and Legolas to inform them and he couldn’t interfere with that. But he had to if they were to understand. He struggled briefly but then decided to hope the twins would help without knowing everything.

“I cannot tell you way, but Glorfindel might be facing a hard time. I would rest better knowing I have you to watch him as well. Who knows what an upset reborn might do?”
Elladan nodded. “Don’t worry, Erestor. I will become his shadow if need be.” He looked at his twin. “Maybe Legolas can help? And Thranduil? They’ve always managed to locate us.”
Elrohir nodded. “Aye. We should ask. And maybe if adar…”
Erestor shook his head. “Nay. You cannot involve others, little ones, please.”
Elladan shrugged. “All right, you know best.”

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Legolas smiled warmly when he entered the great hall, though he shivered when his father’s eyes were fixed on him in obvious worry and concern. He still had to tell his father what precisely had happened. He was so absorbed in thought he didn’t notice Gandalf sitting down next to him and he almost jumped up when the Maia rested a hand on his arm.

Gandalf frowned but his eyes shone with mirth and glee.
Legolas smiled warmly. “I still have to tell adar.”
Suddenly Thranduil placed a hand on Legolas’ other arm. “No need, hin-nín, I already know. Gandalf enlightened me. So, what happens now?”
Legolas smiled warmly at his father’s easy acceptance of these sudden changes. He shrugged. “We will have to take it slowly. See if we’re still as compatible. After all, Elrond’s lived a long life in between and I haven’t.”
Thranduil nodded, though a smirk lit his features. “I daresay you are compatible still or the Valar wouldn’t have allowed your union. But aye, make a new start. You show much wisdom. But I want you to talk to me about that marvellous place.”

Legolas grinned and nodded, resting his head on his father’s shoulder. “Can I stay with you tonight. I missed you so much.”
Thranduil nodded and started feeding his son. He ignored the smirking faces across him and his look told the twins to keep their mouths shut.

Elladan swiftly diverted his attention to watch the seneschal and he noticed with growing worry that Glorfindel did naught but pick at his meal. He leaned in closer to whisper. “Ro, I am not leaving him out of my sight. Something is wrong. Seriously wrong.”
Elrohir nodded. A frown adorned his face when Glorfindel stood, bowed and left, his plate just as filled as when he came.
Elladan hastily got up as well. He would trust his twin and Erestor to make up an excuse.

The two looked at each other without much hope. Both were completely clueless and Erestor couldn’t help but sigh relieved when Elrond didn’t even seem to have noticed.
Elrohir narrowed his eyes. His father was looking at Legolas an awful lot. Had something happened? Had Legolas really seduced their father? He looked at the blond elf and cocked his head, trying to find an answer.

Thranduil intercepted his gaze and smiled. “Elrond, it seems Elrohir is growing wiser still.”
The words brought back Elrond, who had been lost in his fantasies and his past. He shook his head and berated himself. how could he be doing anything else but focus his entire being on Legolas? He couldn’t wait until they were together again, but he would honour Legolas’ wishes.

He looked at Elrohir and saw the calculating look and knew he was in trouble. He sighed deep, as if drawing in some strength.
Elrohir looked at his father. “I thought nobody could replace that Hendubeth? Or is…” His eyes widened in fear, shock and accusation and Elrond hurried to set his mind at ease.
He left his chair and occupied the one previously accommodating Elladan and embraced the younger twin. “Aiya, Elrohir, no one can replace your mother, ever. And aye, no one can replace my love.”
Legolas grinned, adding the next words. “And aye, I might be your father’s new love.”
Thranduil shook his head and looked at Gandalf, who nodded and cleared his throat. “Elrohir. this is rather complicated to explain and your father and Legolas are still a bit shaken. Would you mind hearing from me?”

Legolas smiled grateful at the wizard and allowed his father to pull him up. The Mirkwood king motioned for Elrond to join them, which the Peredhel did, but only after hugging Elrohir close once more. “Gandalf is right. I could not even tell you in such a way you might understand and…”
Elrohir understood and nodded. “I shall hear what he has to say, adar. But can Erestor hear too?”
Elrond nodded and hurried after his love and his future father in law. That thought made him grin.

Erestor stood and shook his head. “I know what happened more or less and care not for the details.” He silently left to return to work.
Gandalf sighed. “Tell me, Elrohir. Has Erestor ever had a lover, or something closely resembling that?”
Elrohir shook his head. “Nay. Why? Is he in trouble too?” Gandalf raised his eyebrows and Elrohir silently growled, angry with himself. “Erestor is worried about Glorfindel.”
Gandalf nodded. “But Elladan is watching him. And we have to talk.” And once more he carefully explained everything.

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Erestor closed his door behind him and sat on his bed. Only now that he was in the safety of his room did he allow his tears to fall.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy for Elrond or that he didn’t want him to have his love back, for he did, he really did. But it was a wound in his already broken heart anyway. It reminded him of what he had forever lost.
First he had hoped to draw the king’s attention for his other qualities, but every time something or someone had intervened and he never got the change.
And then Hendubeth had disappeared and Elrond almost faded.

Erestor drew his legs close and rocked himself.

His feelings about what happened afterwards were torn in two. He was extremely happy Elrond was still alive, but for him the price had been too high. He had lost all his changes he could ever hope to have, for he had known instantly Elrond would never really heal and continue to depend on Ereinion.

And now Legolas appeared to be this Hendubeth and would become Elrond’s lover again.

Erestor jumped up in anger. As if it wasn’t enough to be reminded of losing his love, he realised he would have to feel that numbing pain on a daily basis. And to top it all off was the realisation he could never hope to reclaim his love.

He laughed bitterly at himself, calling himself an oaf and a simpleton. How could he hope to reclaim what he never had in the first place? He screamed and swung his arm over his desk, releasing his anger.

He plunged down and rested his head on his arms, hiding from the world. Softly he spoke to his king, whom he never stopped loving either. He had always spoken to him, not as one would the dead, but the living.

A red glow, accompanied by warmth, seeped through his curtain of hair and his sleeve-shield and he looked up. His eyes widened and he jumped up, seeing his cushions on fire, a fire that was swiftly growing in strength and intensity. He ran to the door to get help, but suddenly he stood still.

His hand was on the door handle and the other already hovering to turn the key. But he pulled them back and turned, smiling. “I’ve been waiting for something like this. I will not run away. I cannot reclaim you, my love, but I can join you. I will defy the Valar if need be, to be at your side again. I know I will never have your love, but I cannot go on anymore. Not without you.”

He approached the fire and reached out his hands, as if he wanted to warm them. “It won’t be long now.”

His eyes stared at the dancing flames and his mind already conjured his beloved’s face in them. The need to touch him was too great, too overwhelming and Erestor no longer felt the heat or the fire, he no longer saw it, all his senses were fixed on the beautiful creature standing before him. He no longer knew truth from illusion and stepped forward, touching the face.

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Elladan growled when Glorfindel sped up again. He wondered where the seneschal found the strength and energy, since he hadn’t eaten. But he would not relent.
He was far enough away not to invade the blond’s privacy but he ignored to let him from his sight. All that had happened only fuelled his believe Erestor was more than right. The more he saw of the seneschal the more he was convinced the blond was fading.

That realisation made him come to a sudden halt. His eyes were wide in shock. /Nay. We can’t lose him. I won’t allow it!/ He forced his tears to remain inside; he needed his vision clear if was to see the blond. /I cannot go to adar. He’s too preoccupied with Legolas. Erestor isn’t a warrior and only adar would be able to order Glorfindel to return. I could ask Thranduil but running back, explaining everything and coming here again will take time./

And Elladan instinctively knew he didn’t have time to waste. So he continued the hunt-like run.

He stopped and growled out loud when he realised he had lost him. “Glorfindel! Where are you! Answer me! Glorfindel!” He never expected to hear an answer, only rustling of trees indicating the blond was moving away from him, so he jumped up in surprise when the blond’s voice calmly answered him.

Elladan hurried into the direction and sighed in relief when he saw the blond sitting on the riverbank. “I’m sorry I followed you, but we’re worried about you. Would you talk about it?”
Glorfindel looked up and smiled at him. “You’ve always been the more impulsive one, Elladan. Elrohir would never have followed me on foot.”
Elladan nodded. “He would have saddled a horse and would have lost you at the manor.”
Glorfindel smiled, nodding. He turned back to look at the water.

Elladan suddenly noticed the smile had been lacking. Fear clawed at him and he turned his head to take in the blond properly. His eyes widened when he saw Glorfindel’s dagger resting in the grass. It was completely covered in blood. He looked around hopeful, almost wishing an orc’s corpse to be there. But only burrowing animals and trees were seen.

He looked at Glorfindel with narrowed eyes. “There’s blood on your dagger.”
Glorfindel didn’t turn as he nodded. “There is.”
Elladan’s eyes followed the blond’s arms and suddenly realised they were resting between the legs. Elladan frowned. Glorfindel never sat like that, and it seemed as if he were hiding something. Shocking realisation hit him hard and he jumped up, grabbing the blond’s arms, forcing them up.

He gasped and staggered backwards when he saw the blood oozing out of the slid wrists.
Glorfindel smiled and raised his hand, caressing Elladan’s face one last time. “It is better this way. I failed, Elladan, I failed the Valar, your father… I failed.”
Elladan shook his head, now cursing his own impulsiveness. How could he get the seneschal to the healers in time without a horse?
He shook his head at that thought. As if the blond would have allowed him.

Determination shone from his eyes and he planted his hands in his hips. He whistled, knowing his steed would hear and come. He whistled again, different, knowing his twin would hear and understand. It was their secret whistle and he knew Elrohir would instantly suspect danger now that Elladan used it so openly.

And now all he had to do was get the blond cooperative. He was intended not to lose this fight. /I will not let you go, Glorfindel!/

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Elrond growled and sped his horse on. He was glad they had a trail to follow, for Elladan’s horse hadn’t cared about where it moved, leaving a nice trail to follow for them.

Gandalf rode beside him, equally worried and he urged his horse on. Suddenly he turned his head in obvious puzzlement. There had been a blue glow and he seriously doubted his senses at the moment. He knew it meant a Vala’s meddling, but it would have made more sense if the origin lay ahead of them. He shook his head, deciding to take things one at the time.

Chapter nine Back to live…

Erestor tentatively raised his hand and touched the most beloved face. He no longer was coherent enough to be puzzled when his hands actually touched skin. Tears left his eyes and he swayed forward. “My love, I have found you again.”
Two arms caught him and Erestor sighed as he rested against a body. “I shall never leave you again, meleth.” He cried his happy tears.

Suddenly he felt himself being thrown back. His eyes scanned his surroundings and he saw a blue surge clench the fire. “No!!!!” No, he didn’t want this.
He frantically reached for his love. He didn’t want to go back, to solitude and loneliness. He wanted death, to be with his king, his beloved king.

He grabbed the body and held on tight. He wanted to hold on to awareness but exhaustion won and he passed out, his hands tightly clutching the arms. He hoped he would wake at his beloved’s side. He would fight Mandos himself if he didn’t.

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Elladan was slowly beginning to panic. Glorfindel had been uncooperative. Even though he had never fought the twin Elladan had not been able to get the blond up. He could not even stop the blood from leaving. Glorfindel had once more placed his arms between his legs and he refused to allow Elladan to raise them again. The only thing he did was beg the twin to leave him alone. “Please, Elladan, it is best. Leave me be.”

Elladan was now openly crying. He had long fallen down on his knees, in turn begging the blond, for nothing else had worked. He wished his father was here. He rested his head on Glorfindel’s shoulder. “Please…” His voice was weak and muffled by his tears.

A horse’s whinny made him snap his head up and he smiled when his steed stood there, awaiting Elladan’s move.
Elladan’s hope lived again and he stood. “All right. You are intend on staying here.” He smiled and hovered over Glorfindel.

The seneschal never saw the blow coming as Elladan forcefully hit him in the face, using enough strength to make him pass out.
The twin mentally berated himself. He should have thought of that sooner. But he didn’t dwell on it as he now hurriedly bound Glorfindel’s elbows before applying pressure on the wrists.

He lifted him and swiftly mounted. “Ride as fast as you can. He needs adar’s healing and he needs it now.”
The horse understood and took off at top speed.

They were already half-way when the met the others, who instantly turned their mounts around and followed him.
“Gandalf, I might need you.” Elrond spoke as soon as he saw the dreadful state. Gandalf nodded, but Elrond didn’t wait to see it, already focusing on his other son. “Elrohir, you find Erestor and make sure all is taken care off.”
Elrohir nodded, understanding his father meant Imladris.

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Legolas and Thranduil already stood waiting for them when they entered the clearing at great speed. Their expressions of worry and concern gave way to shock and horror when they noticed what was happening.

Thranduil instantly took charge and rushed forward. “Legolas, take care of the horses and then go to Elrond’s study.” He opened his arms to catch the blond so Elladan could dismount. Without waiting for orders or approval he marched swiftly to the building.

Elrond and Gandalf had no choice but to follow. “Gandalf, please fetch the necessary herbs for the healing wing. I’m taking him to the room of fire. It is the warmest place.” A bemused wizard did as he was bid.

Elrohir placed his hands on his twin’s shoulder, his face was one of utter pain. “It seems Erestor’s fear was more than just.”
Elladan nodded, his eyes fixed on the retreating backs.
Legolas smiled and swiftly embraced him. “What are you waiting for, go after him. Elrohir, go find Erestor. My father and I shall join you two as soon as possible.”

Elrohir nodded, glad Legolas was more adapt at taking control. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard the blond order some Mirkwood guards to watch the hall of Fire and forbid entrée to anyone.
Elrohir snickered. Not even Erestor would be able to enter it now. Only Thranduil and Legolas would be allowed to pass them by, and Elrohir realised that was exactly the reason why Legolas had picked his own soldiers instead of the Imladrian ones.

The blond hurried with the horses, occasionally dealing out orders to the stable grooms.

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Thranduil unceremoniously marched inside. “Everybody out. You, minstrel, more wood on that fire.” The shocked elves hurried to obey, making Elrond snicker despite the situation. He secretly was more than glad Thranduil was here to take command for he felt rather weak.

Thranduil placed the blond on the floor and tisked when the wounds became clear. “Elrond, come on, get closer and do your thing. I shall work on the wounds themselves, you keep that oaf with us. And where’s Gandalf?”

Lindir poked the fire and hurried away to retrieve some new logs. He jumped aside when Gandalf marched past him.

The wizard had his arms filled with herbs, salves, ointments and potions and he wondered how it was possible there was still so much left in the healing wing. He felt as if he was carrying it all.

Thranduil smiled. “Give me the blood-stopping herbs and the skin-regenerating ointments, Gandalf, and you start making the potion to stimulate blood production. And hand me some cloth.”
Gandalf first emptied his arms and then gave the blond elf the needed items before going back and starting his task. He inwardly snickered. /An elf ordering a Maia around…/

He smiled when Elladan rushed in, his face filled with fear and hope. An odd mixture for the old soul. He beckoned him over. “Come, aid me. Your father and Thranduil are tending to Glorfindel, but they need the right potions and ointments. I cannot possibly make them all myself.”
Elladan smiled grateful at the old Maia, who seemed to understand his need.
Gandalf warmly returned his smile. “Worry not. We’ll pull him trough and then I’ll watch him like a hawk if need be.” He pulled the young elf in an embrace and nodded. “Come, the ointments.”

Thranduil smiled at the scene, glad the Maia took Elladan under his wing. He started working on the second wrist and frowned when he heard loud noises just outside the door.

“How’s that potion coming along, Gandalf?”
“One more minute, please.”
Thranduil nodded. “All right. Elladan, please see what’s that racket outside and then go to the kitchen. I need warm tea, make sure they’ve added reviving herbs to it as well as athelas.” Elladan nodded and rushed off.

He carefully slipped through the door and his eyes widened when he saw Lindir verbally fighting four Mirkwood soldiers. “Lindir?”
The minstrel smiled. “My lord, I had to get new logs. King Thranduil wants that fire as high as I can get it but I was out of logs and these oafs won’t let me in.”
Elladan hastily stopped the word-flow, knowing an worried Lindir didn’t stop talking. “Get in then.” He glared at the soldiers. “And you better let me back in soon for I am getting the tea your king wants.” He sniffed and ran away.

The soldiers shrugged, not caring one bit. Legolas had stated none was to enter, but they had no troubles allowing one who has left for a task back in.
The eldest snorted. “The minstrel should just have said so.”
That brought out a snicker from the others but they swiftly sobered again, knowing something was seriously wrong in there.
Their eyes involuntarily widened with awe when Elladan was back swifter than they had held possible. The twin was carrying a large teapot and some flasks as well.
One soldier sprung forward to assist the twin while the others stood aside and opened the door.

Thranduil looked up and was greatly stunned to see his soldiers guarding the doorway but then he shook his head. He should have realised Legolas would do that.
He beckoned Elladan over. “Hand Gandalf the tea. Some more herbs need to be added to it and I need your help making him drink this.”
Elladan rushed forward and briefly looked at his father.
Thranduil smiled. “I think he’s fighting the slayer here.”
Elladan couldn’t help but grin at the words and nodded. He sat down behind the blond’s head and carefully lifted it, making it easier for Thranduil to slip the liquid past the lips.

The blond king smiled when he saw the worry and fear in Elladan’s eyes. He nodded. “He will survive. But I fear we need to know why he did that.”
Elladan narrowed his eyes. “He feels like he’s failed father and the Valar.”
Thranduil sighed and closed his eyes. “Well then, we have to get it through that he didn’t. Why does he think he failed?”
Elladan shrugged. He really didn’t know.

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Elrohir sighed when he stood before Erestor’s room. He always felt awkward, disturbing the counsellor in his private rooms. But he took in a deep breath and knocked, frowning when there was no reaction what so ever. “Erestor?” He knocked again and frowned again, becoming worried. “Erestor, please answer. I know you’re here. The study and library are empty and you never leave the house when the stars are out. Something has happened.”

Still receiving no answer he kneeled to peek inside through the keyhole, only to growl when he found it blocked. The key was still in it. Grumbling he went all the way down and peered under the door. Once his eyes had adjusted he gasped, seeing Erestor’s form sprawled on the floor.

He jumped up and screamed. He realised he could not kick in the door alone and he needed help. Looking out the window he smiled, seeing Legolas run from the stables to the manor and he leaned out as far as he could. “Legolas! Legolas!”

The blond looked up in wonder and he saw the fear in Elrohir’s eyes and nodded, indicating he was on his way. He ran as swift as he could and Elrohir was pleased to see him running down the corridor so swiftly.

Legolas’ eyes settled on Elrohir in dread. “What is wrong?”
Elrohir shivered. “Erestor. He doesn’t answer but he’s there. On the floor. The door is locked.”
Legolas pulled Elrohir close and looked at the door closely. No use trying to kick it in. It was good craftsmanship. Too good, he ruefully thought. He rubbed his nose. He’s never really tried to pick a lock, but realised he now had to try.

He released the twin and kneeled before the door, grinning madly when he saw the key still in it. “Ro, I need a small piece of paper. I’m going to show you how I always got in the storing cupboard.”
Elrohir ran away and got Legolas several sheets of various thickness.
Legolas looked at the distance door to floor and then selected a piece which he carefully slid through, though not completely. Then he sat up and got out his dagger, picking the lock.
Within seconds the key fell out and now Legolas’ only hope was for it to land on the paper.
He carefully pulled the sheet back and smiled widely when the key was resting on it peacefully, as if it was the most normal place for it to be. He picked it up and opened the door with it.

He carefully opened it. His eyes widened when he saw the burned curtains. “By the Valar! What’s happened here?”
Elrohir stepped him by and gasped when he saw the damage to the room. “Erestor!” He rushed forward, only to jump back when he saw a second elf in Erestor’s arms. He was naked and shivering violently. “Legolas! Get some blankets.”
Legolas nodded and ruthlessly dragged them of Erestor’s bed. He flung the first to Elrohir in the process and the twin disentangled the elves, wrapping the strange elf in the heavy fabric.

He lifted him. “Wrap Erestor in the other and I guess we shall have to take them to Hall of Fire, since adar is there.”
Legolas frowned at the words and turned, seeing Elrohir carry a dark-haired elf away. /Valar, what happened here?/ He went about his duty and frowned when Erestor’s hands showed severe burn marks. He ignored it and picked him up. “I hope not too much smoke has made it into your lungs.” Without a second hesitation he rushed after Elrohir.

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Thranduil smiled warmly at the tenderness Elladan displayed. Elrond groaned and drew back and he now hurried to support the Peredhel. “Easy now, meldir.”
Elrond smiled. “I’ve managed to lessen the call, but I couldn’t distinguish it. We need to be alert.”
Thranduil nodded and supported him as he stood, looking at the wizard. “Gandalf, support Elrond.”

Gandalf hurried to take over and slowly guided Elrohir to a chair. “Relax and give yourself time. We will heal Glorfindel, you have my word.”
Elrond smiled and obediently drank Gandalf’s potion, smiling when he tasted the re-energizing herbs. Looking at the table he grinned. “You raided the healing house.”
Gandalf smirked. “Not really. They planted this in my arms when I told them what was wrong. I can’t believe they still have stuff left.”
Elrond smiled. “I always make sure there’s a large supply of everything. One never knows.”
He looked at the unconscious seneschal but he was glad Thranduil and Elladan were looking after him.

Thranduil cocked his head when he suddenly noticed small motions coming from the unconscious elf. Watching closely he clearly detected the need to be closer to the twin and he frowned.

He stood and walked back. “Elrond. Does Glorfindel have a lover?”
Elrond shook his head. “Nay. He’s never once taken a lover. At first I thought he was still mourning his lost love, but he wasn’t.” He shrugged. “I always did have the feeling his heart was spoken for though.”
His eyes widened in fear, but Thranduil shook his head. “Nay. I think it’s Elladan. He draws closer to him. Look.”
Gandalf smiled and suddenly groaned at his own stupidity. “Of course. That’s why he allowed Elladan to come that close. Not because he wanted the twin to stop him, but because he couldn’t resist having his love close in his last moments.”

He nodded and approached the twin. “Elladan.”
The twin looked up and frowned. “No new potion?”
Gandalf shook his head. “Not yet. In two more hours we shall refresh the bandages and you still have some liquid left.” He smiled. “I hope you have no plans the coming months for it looks like you will be stuck at his side.”
Elladan widened his eyes but shook his head. “I wasn’t going to leave him anyway. You look after father and mind your own business.”
Gandalf laughed warmly and inclined his head. He stopped walking when a curse came through the door. He placed himself before the others, ready to defend them from anything.

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The soldiers gasped when they saw the other twin running towards them, carrying something in his arms. Their Prince was hot on his tale, carrying another elf. When they came closer they gasped and jumped aside. Their eyes were wide with horror. What was happening here.

Elrohir ran past them and smiled when he saw Gandalf. “Gandalf, Gandalf. He needs adar.” He sank to the ground, close to the fire and looked at the old wizard with pleading eyes.

Elrond instantly moved closer and sat down beside his son. His eyes widened when he saw a strange elf. “What? Who?” He had expected to see Erestor’s face. He looked back when Legolas burst inside.
“He’s got burn marks on his hands. Ada, do you think that salve is here?”
Thranduil rummaged through the herbs and ointments and shook his head. “Nay. I shall have to make it.”
Gandalf nodded but walked to the door. “I shall go check for one in the healing wing.”

Elladan looked at the happenings in wonder and fright. He was desperate to know what was going on but he wouldn’t leave Glorfindel’s side, who needed to sip regularly.
Elrond smiled as he saw that. “What in the Valar’s name happened?”
Legolas shrugged. “We found them like that, meleth. Erestor’s got burn marks on his hands and arms and his curtains are ashes.” He looked at Elrohir. “I did not see another.”
Elrohir smiled. “He was laying in Erestor’s arms, adar. Naked and shivering.” He shuddered as he remembered. “Violently.”
Elrond arched his eyebrow and reached out to feel, pulling back instantly. “Mandos’ cold.” His eyes widened in understanding and he smiled when he heard Thranduil drop a bottle.

The king twirled and walked closer. “A reborn?”
Elrond nodded. “He must be.” He looked at his son. “Were there any candles there, Elrohir? Or remnants thereof?”
Elrohir shook his head.
Elrond rubbed his nose. “I would like to be sure though.”
Legolas nodded. “I shall go back and see what I can find.” He rushed out again.

Elladan looked at his twin in pride. “Who is he?”
Elrohir shrugged. “I do not know him, Dan. Adar?”
Elrond shook his head. “I don’t know, Elrohir. Do you perhaps recognize him, Thranduil?”
But the king shook his head. “Though I have the uncanny feeling I should. I don’t know.”
Elrond nodded. “We shall have to wait for him to reach consciousness.” He smiled at his son. “He is about my build. Go get one of my winter robes. They will keep him warm.”
Elrohir nodded and stood to go.

Elrond now looked at Elladan. “And once things are safe, we shall move you to your rooms, Elladan. With Glorfindel.” Elladan grinned and nodded, continuing his task.
Gandalf rushed back in, carrying four pots of ointments. “Four different salves for burning, Elrond?” He shook his head. The more he learned about the healing wing, the less he understood it.
Elrond grinned and nodded, looking at the pots. “That one. The others are useless here.”

He grabbed the container, opened it and started tending to Erestor’s left hand, while Thranduil made work of the right.
The blond king looked at him. “Legolas and I shall look after your realm for a while. You now have three patients to monitor.”
Elrond nodded grateful. “Elrohir shall aid you.”
Legolas returned and shook his head. “No candle wax, Elrond.”
Elrond sighed and shrugged. “Then I don’t know how this one got here. If Erestor didn’t challenge the Valar…”

Gandalf gasped. “The blue surge…. Of course. I am getting old.”
Thranduil grinned. “Can we have -that- in writing?”
The Maia wisely ignored it and settled his eyes on Elrond. “When we were riding to Glorfindel’s aid I saw the blue surge behind us. A sure sign of a Vala’s meddling. Though usually it doesn’t bring an elf back.” He rubbed his beard. “That I fail to understand right now.”

Legolas went to the newborn elf and kneeled down, placing the blanket closer around the frame. Suddenly he gasped and jumped up, placing a hand before his mouth. “Ereinion!”
Elrond and Thranduil both frowned and stepped closer, taking another look. Suddenly they nodded. “Of course. No wonder I felt I should know him.”
Elrond shuddered. How often had he wished to yell at his cousin, but now that he saw him he could feel nothing but friendly love for him. “I don’t understand…”
Legolas embraced him, sensing Elrond’s need and the Peredhel leaned in gratefully.
Gandalf smiled. “I think the counsellor somehow -did- challenge the Valar, Elrond, though how we may never know. Come, we shall bring them to the healing wing, where they will have some privacy.”
Elrond laughed. “Than you’d better bring them to a guestroom, Gandalf.” He stood and lifted Erestor. He couldn’t carry the other just yet.
Gandalf understood and did so himself.

While they left he waited for Elrohir to join them and smiled when the twin draped the robe on his arm. Nodding once he left and Elrohir looked at Thranduil. “Now what?”
Thranduil placed his arm on the twin’s shoulder. “Now we shall look after Imladris. Elladan, do you need anything?”
Elladan nodded. “Aye, some new liquid. I’m almost out.”
Legolas nodded. “I shall stay with you and once Elrohir has told adar all he needs we shall take each other’s places, all right?” Elladan nodded, grateful.

Chapter ten …But why

Elladan smiled grateful at Legolas, who handed him a new fill of the warming liquid, containing the herbs to aid the blood-production. He looked questioningly at the blond. “I’m scared, Legolas. I fear he will try again. I…” He faltered and lowered his head, automatically feeding Glorfindel another sip.
Legolas kneeled down and pulled the Peredhel in a tight embrace. “He is a warrior, Elladan. If we show him he has to fight, he will. And didn’t your father drive most of Mandos’ cold away?”

Elladan nodded, feeling grateful for the comfort those words brought him. He looked at Legolas, a smirk in his eyes. “I’m surprised you call him my father, when you had no trouble calling him your love just now.”
Legolas’ eyes widened and a looked of puzzlement crossed his features. It lasted long enough for him to remember and then he smiled, shaking his head. “I hadn’t realised. Are you mad?”
Elladan shook his head. “Nay. I want adar to be happy. I just find it odd you are the one to give him that.”
Legolas cocked his head, realising Elladan didn’t know. /But Elrohir has been told. Why didn’t they tell Elladan?/ He sighed and told Elladan his tale, knowing it would aid the twin, focusing on something else.

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Elrond stood in the door opening and sighed.
Gandalf placed a calming hand on his shoulder. “Go. Find your lover. I shall look after these two.” He smiled. “You know Erestor will smite all others.”
Elrond grinned and nodded. “Aye. His tongue is lethal. Warn me if…”
Gandalf nodded and guided Elrond out. After making sure the Peredhel was out the door he checked on the sleeping elves before he settled himself in a dark corner.

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Elladan was stunned to hear everything and after Legolas has finished he sat in silence for a while. But then he looked up, sudden understanding marring his features. “But that’s it. It has to be. Adar called out for you, but the Valar couldn’t give you since you hadn’t even been born yet.” He nodded. “They gave him Glorfindel instead, awaking adar’s need to care. And later he married nana and we were born.”
He nodded, his eyes glistening in knowledge. “And now that you’ve returned it must feel to Glorfindel like he’s failed.”

Legolas frowned. “But how would he know? And I doubt the Valar brought him back to become Elrond’s lover.”
Elladan nodded and locked eyes with Legolas. “Aye, I know. And so does Glorfindel, but he might think he has been brought here to bring some happiness back to adar. And now he sees how much adar has been suffering still. Really, Legolas, the last two days he’s been completely different: really happy.”
Legolas nodded and sighed. “I am sorry.”
Elladan shook his head. “It was not your fault, Legolas. And I don’t think you’ve changed the time-line. Our memories are the same. Even the ones concerning adar.”
Legolas nodded. “It was meant to be. Gandalf already stated that. But Glorfindel…”
Elladan shrugged. “Is not seeing things as he should. So I shall have to make him.”

Legolas grinned at the determined tone and looked up when the door opened. He stood and smiled when he saw Elrohir enter. He swiftly approached. “You know what Glorfindel needs?”
Elrohir nodded and looked at Elladan, smiling when he saw light in the orbs.

Legolas grinned and ran out, re-instructing the guards as he did so. Two of them seated themselves to catch some shut eye. They would relieve the other two after some hours. As long as Elladan and Glorfindel were in the hall of fire, Legolas didn’t want anyone to enter it.

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Elrond missed his lover by only a minute and frowned when he saw Elrohir attending to Glorfindel and Elladan. The twin smiled at his father. “Thranduil appointed himself temporal ruler, adar, and Legolas is aiding him.”
Elrond nodded. “I know, I was there when he suggested. But why aren’t you there?”
Elrohir shrugged. “I’ve showed him what he needs to know and he promised to come to me if he can’t handle it. Elladan needs me here, adar.”
Elrond nodded and turned. “Take care of each other, then.”

Elladan smirked at the words and stifled a yawn. It was useless; his ever observant twin saw it and crossed his hands before his chest, looking at him sternly. “Lay yourself down, Dan, and sleep a while. I shall look after you both for a while. I promise to wake you should anything occur. Anything at all.”
Elladan reluctantly gave in but he refused to leave Glorfindel’s side and thus settled down beside the warrior. He needed some sort of contact though and he placed his arm around the seneschal’s waist, needing to feel the intakes of breath.

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Groans emanating from the bed told Gandalf one of his charges was waking up but he decided against moving himself. He wanted to watch the first few moments. The elf stirred and opened his eyes.

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Legolas smiled at his father. He had missed this. “Ruling the valley differs from ruling the wood does it not?”
Thranduil nodded, his eyes not leaving the document before him. “I must say Elrond does a great job. If these elves bicker about a bridge…” He shook his head and sat down.

He looked at the door when it opened, shaking his head when Elrond walked inside. “I thought you had patients to watch?”
Elrond nodded, approached Legolas and sat down beside him. He needed his love close. His eyes warmed when Legolas rested his head against the Peredhel’s shoulder. Elrond sighed. “Gandalf is watching them and actually kicked me out. Though he would tell me if something happened.” He closed his eyes. “And I just found out your son left Elrohir watching Elladan and Glorfindel.” He allowed a meek smile to break through. “He will live. But I am puzzled about Ereinion. How is it possible he is here? If Erestor didn’t challenge the Valar…”

Thranduil puckered his lips and a thoughtful expression came over him. One Legolas knew well and the blond cocked his head. Thranduil shrugged. “Didn’t Gandalf say the blue surge denotes a Vala’s intervention? I saw it too, but paid it no heed. We know Erestor’s curtains were devoured by fire, right. And Erestor’s hands show severe burn marks. I say he was caught in it and thus approaching Mandos’ halls. And the Valar tested him.”
“Adar?”
Thranduil nodded, sure of himself. “Aye. It wasn’t an all-consuming fire, Legolas. The counsellor could easily have gotten away and gotten help to put it out. But he didn’t!”
Elrond frowned. “Why?”
At this Thranduil shrugged. “I don’t know, but I do know it involves Ereinion. The Valar tested him, maybe both of them. And the blue surge shows the outcome pleased them. They passed and Ereinion is back.”

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Ereinion frowned when he found himself staring at a ceiling. /When did I fall asleep?/

He thought back and remembered walking Mandos’ halls, talking to everybody. He remembered retiring in his assigned rooms, but he had never made it there. In the corridors he suddenly saw a familiar elf approach him and he had gasped.
Even as he remembered it he shuddered at the pain he had felt that moment.

Never once had Erestor stated how he had died and what the counsellor did say had confused him. He wanted to shake his head to get rid of the blurring images. He stopped his actions when a turn to the left made him face Erestor, tightly asleep on the bed next to him.

His eyes narrowed. /Why would he state he would join me soon? And clearly this isn’t Mandos anymore, which he obviously intended to reach./

He stared at the counsellor as he allowed his memories to resurface.
He remembered Erestor’s words of love and loneliness and he had ached to aid his old friend. He also clearly remembered his surprise when Erestor had slowly faded, indicating the counsellor was going back to his world. Even though he knew nothing but happiness he wondered how it could be if Erestor no longer had the will to go on.
And then, while he was still standing there in confusion determined hands grabbed him and clung on, almost squishing the life out of him. It was then that Ereinion realised he was being pulled back, away from Mandos.

When his swift mind suddenly understood what had really happened, his eyes widened on their own accord. He stared at Erestor in admiration and affection. “You brought me back.”

A smile came to life and he briefly struggled with the heavy blankets. Having a body again felt weird and getting it to cooperate was more difficult than he had anticipated but he continued his movements and carefully slid in the other bed, pulling the counsellor close. “We have much to talk about but it’ll wait. For now your body-heat will have to keep me here.”
He smiled when the unconscious Erestor pulled him close and tightened his hold on him. He rested his head on Erestor’s shoulder. “Rest, meldir, you need it. And so do I. Your friends will watch over us both.” Erestor mumbled something in his sleep, but relaxed now that he was no longer sleeping alone.

Unknown to them both Gandalf smiled and he waited until Ereinion had reached the dream-state once more before rising. This was extremely promising for the future. “Don’t throw the gift from the Valar away, Erestor.” He silently left and instructed a servant to deliver a message to Elrond.

TBC11/20