Summary: Sequel of "Bring Her Back". A short story that shows what Elrond felt when his twins kept their words and brought their mother back to Imladris.
Disclaimer: Nothing of it belongs to me. It all belongs to the Professor.
I tried to show in this story a side of Elrond that is more emotional than the character shown in the movies who seems to be a little cold and emotionless.
As usual, this story is dedicated to all the girls in the Tolkien Group.
Hope you all like it. Please R&R.
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Elrond was sitting in his office alone with papers, maps and documents waiting to be read, deciphered or written, but the elf lord couldn't focus on any of it.
"It has been too long" his mind told him.
The Lord of Imladris sighed. He couldn't go on like this.
Indeed it had been too long since the day his twin sons left their home in order to rescue their mother who had been captured by orcs and since then he hadn't gotten any news about their quest.
He had tried to focus on his job since then and drowned himself in any and every sort of documents he could find in order to prevent himself from taking a horse and going after his sons alone.
But he couldn't. His people needed him.
He sighed again admitting his defeated and put his documents aside. He knew he wouldn't get any work done today as his mind refused to let him concentrate in it rather than wondering about the fate of his family.
Elrond rose from his chair and wandered off through the halls and corridors of his house. When he finally stopped, he found himself inside his sons' chambers.
He looked around and for some seconds allowed his heart to feel and miss his sons and wife; three of the people whom, along with Arwen, he loved more than anything else.
Elrond didn't know how long he'd spent inside his sons' room, but when he came back to himself, it was already dark and he was hearing some noise coming from the entrance of his house.
It was quite unusual for the elves to make so much noise in the middle of the night, so, as much as he wanted to remain there a little longer, he decided to see what was happening.
He went downstairs quickly considering all the possibilities for all the commotion in front of his house and came up with many theories, preparing himself for each and every one of them.
But he wasn't prepared to get to the main hall and see his son Elrohir get down from his horse and help Elladan do the same while holding another person in his arms. A person Elrond could not see but knew to be their mother.
His heart started beating faster and he didn't realize he was running, but, within seconds, he got to them and, at that moment, he was not the Lord of Imladris. He was simply Elrond. An elf who had his wife back within his reach and was holding her for dear life.
The elves around them were so happy they couldn't stop their laughter, but two of them just watched the scene with tears in their eyes.
Elrond looked at them while still holding his wife and he too had tears in his eyes.
He didn't say anything; he didn't need to. And even if he did, he couldn't find the right words to utter. No words in any language he knew could express the gratitude and the pride he felt for his two sons who had kept their word and brought their mother back to where she belongs.
Instead, he opened his arms smiling for them in an invitation to share their hug and it was only when he had the three of them in his arms that he let the tears roll down his face freely.
"She's safe. They are safe".