Homecoming
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The first thing they see is sunlight glinting on her silver hair.
Elrohir's eyes immediately fill with tears. His brother catches his hand and holds it so tightly that he nearly crushes the bones.
His grandfather's hand is warm and steady on his shoulder.
They focus on the three figures waiting on the docks. One is clad all in white, with hair as golden as the sun; the two others stand side by side, hands entwined. Small waves lap at the ship's sides as it slowly approaches the shore.
Just as the gangplank lowers towards the grounds, the twins look at their grandfather. She may be their mother, but she is also his daughter and he has missed her as much as they.
Celeborn smiles and nods slowly.
The brothers walk down the gangplank without taking their eyes off their parents. As soon as their feet touch the ground, they rush forward and into their mother's arms. Elrond wraps his arms around all three of them, tears falling down his face.
Home, Elrohir realises. We have come home.
As he raises his head from his mother's shoulder, he sees other Elves are standing nearby. The tallest Elf is wearing robes as blue as midnight, with a golden coronet on his head; his face is expressionless, yet his eyes are filled with warmth as he watches the scene before him. On either side of him are a silver-haired lady and an Elf who cannot be anything other than their son. When he sees Elrohir looking at him, he smiles as though silently sharing a joke they both know and that Elrohir should remember.
Who are they? He feels as if he should know them, yet he has never seen them before.
"They are your grandmother's kin," Elrond whispers to his son. "They are your family and they are waiting to meet you."
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