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They are calling for me. We must be near land. But if so, how long have I stayed down in the darkness of the hauls?

I rise and go up. The sun strikes my eyes and pains them as well as blinds me for a moment. But I enjoy the pain. I need the pain to remind me that I can still feel. But it passes and I am able to look out unto the land that we had hoped to see. It's beautiful, it's so much like home, and yet it isn't. It's more amazing and wonderful. You should be here to see this. But you are not, and that alone dampens all of this to my eyes, and turns the world gray before me.

I see Father and Mother upon the shore. How did they know we would be coming? Do they know that you have passed? Mother looks wonderful from here; she is as radiant and healthy as she was before that whole mess. I believe I see Glorfindel standing behind him, but he seems so... I can't explain it. So bright, so powerful. The shadows and burdens that dampened his soul have been lifted. And Father, his happiness can be seen from here. I do not believe I have ever seen him so happy. I wish that I could be healed as well, but it will not be. The only way I could be is if you were to return to your flesh, or for me to join you in Mandos.

Mandos is here, or so I have heard. Glorfindel says that from what he can remember, it was not a pleasant place. But he also said it all depended upon your memories. I hope you do not suffer there.

The ship is docking, and the ramp is lowering. I need to ask someone if you were brought aboard. Maybe he knows...

I ask, and he tells me that you were put in the colder sections of the ship. They would send someone to bring you up after everyone has gotten off.

I glance back to the shore and know it is time. I then head toward the ramp and down it. Despair weighs heavily in my heart as I walk toward them. My Mother rushes forward, and embraces me.

Oh it feels so good to be within her embrace again, to smell the sweet smell of her, to view the one that we have missed for so long.

I should not just me that returns to her embrace. I am her last child, and I should not be. There were suppose to be two to return, but only one does alive.

She seems happy as she pulls away to look at my face, then she looks back to the ramp and a puzzled look enters her eyes. She looks to me, and I see that the Elf I talked to on the ship is talking to Glorfindel. Glorfindel is now passing me, his face now dark with grief. But Mother does not seem to notice as she looks to see me.

"Elrohir, where is Elladan?" she asked, and her voice is heavy with the fear of what she fears to have passed.

I close my eyes, and I hear her let out a loud cry. I open my eyes and turn to watch Glorfindel carry your body down the ramp. Tears are falling from his clear green eyes, and his grief is almost pliable in the air. But what truly rips at my heart is as I turn to Mother and Father, their pain shows through, heart rending.

"No!" Mother howls and buries her face into Father's chest.

He is holding her close, as if she is his only link to life. His eyes shimmer with tears, and this is the first time I have seen my Father cry, and it feels as if my world is now completely coming apart.

He must see something within me, for he is now reaching for me, and pulls me close. Father has rarely ever hugged us, but now it feels so good to have any comfort. But it only adds to my grief. I failed to bring you home. But you were always protecting me when I should have been returning the favor. If I had done what I could, you would be standing here. But it is not so!

Anger at myself, grief at the loss of you and Arwen, and a thousand other emotions are flooding me, drowning me as my tears flood my eyes.

I tear from Father's embrace and run, run away from those foul emotions, to lose myself. I run for as long as I can, until my grief strained lungs slow me, and I find myself at the edge of a cliff. I look down to the depths. This is my way to follow you. But can I do such a thing to Mother and Father?

"That is not the way," a soothing voice says behind me, a voice reflecting a power that had almost always been hidden from me.

"Go away. Glorfindel," I whisper.

I feel his slender hand upon my shoulder.

"No, you should not be left alone at this time. Come, young one. You need to grieve," he says softly.

"I have grieved," I say, trying to be strong.

"No, I fear that these are the second of such tears you have shed, are they not?" he asks.

I close my eyes, and my tears fall.

"They are," I whisper, and I know I sound as lost and in pain as I feel.

He comes to stand in front of me, and embraces me. I try to push him away, but I finally lose the will to do so and just collapse under the weight of my grief. I clutch him as my sobs getting more and more stronger, and more painful.

"He wasn't supposed to leave me! I should have protected him! Why? How cruel is fate to take separate us!" I howl, "It isn't fair! He was my brother, my twin! Haven't we suffered enough!"

I then break into full sobs; he holds me close and lets me cry, just like he did when I was younger. He has always been like a second Father, and I have always been grateful for his comfort.

"Just let it out, shhhh, I know," he whispers as he strokes my hair like if I was a young elfling again.

But to him, maybe I still am.

My sobs start to quiet, until all that comes from me is broken half sobs.

"Why?" I ask softly.

"I don't know, little one. I don't know," he sooths as he holds me away a little and looks into my face.

"Its not fair," I whisper.

"I know, not much is fair," he says, and wipes a few of my remaining tears away.

"Why didn't Father come after me?" I finally ask after I get myself in some semi form of balance.

"I told him to stay behind and comfort your Mother. He is in no shape to comfort you, her, and himself," he says.

"I know. Its all my fault," I say softly and turn my eyes from his sorrowed gaze.

"Shh, it is not," he sooths.

"Yes it is!" I yell, anger suddenly building within me.

I try to pull away from him, but he holds my arms tightly.

"Look at me, Elrohir," he commands sharply.

I look up into his suddenly fierce green eyes.

"Are you the one to have put those black tip arrows into him? Are you the one that struck him down?" Glorfindel demanded.

I trembled at his fierceness and shock my head, before looking down again.

"I thought not. You could not have protected him, Elrohir," his voice softens as he says this.

"I should have been," I whisper.

He is silent for a moment; "I fear I am not the one to erase that from your heart and mind. Will you come back?" he asks softly.

I nod, and he lets my arms go. I follow him back to beach, and I fear what I shall face there.