Note: Chapter 10! Can't believe how far I've actually come with this story, I'm so proud of myself! XD

Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this! :)

It had been three days since Eleniel had fallen off the cliff. She wasn't as frightened anymore - apart from the few times when she had small episodes in which she forgot everything all over again – but the Peredhil family's spirits were no more higher than they had been. If anything, they were lower, having to look at their youngest member and force themselves to accept the fact that they were going to have to rebuild their lives all over again.

Elrond sighed as he sipped on his glass of wine, gazing idly into the roaring fire opposite him. It was evening, and he was sat alone in the Hall of Fire. He had no idea where anyone else was, but quite frankly, he didn't care. It had been another long, suffering day, and he just wanted it to be over. Then a new day would come, and he'd wish the same thing, and over and over until his daughter regained her memories. If she regained her memories…

A gentle cough brought the elf lord out of his thoughts, and he slowly looked up to see a tall blond walking towards him.

"Glorfindel?" he asked tiredly.

The elf laughed softly. "My my Elrond, you must really be exhausted for you to mistake me for someone else."

Elrond felt himself blushing slightly and he sighed, placing his wine glass on the table next to him and dragging his hand down his face. "Forgive me Thranduil," he said. "Please, sit."

Thranduil nodded and sat next to his friend, taking in his tired grey eyes and the dark circles underneath them.

"I hope I did not disturb you," he said.

Elrond shook his head. "No, no, you didn't. I was just thinking. Just thinking."

Thranduil nodded, leaning back into the sofa and looking at the flames of the fire. "I would like to ask if we may stay longer than planned, if Eleniel does not get her memories back. It would be unfair to take Legolas away from her – he really is devastated."

Elrond turned to look at the elf king, a look of surprise on his face. "You want to stay? I would have thought this would all be too much for you and you'd want to leave. It is for me."

Thranduil frowned, shaking his head. He placed his hand on top of Elrond's and looked into his eyes. "Mellon nin," he said. "Myself and Legolas will stay for as long as you let us. We want to be here for you and your family, and support you through this hard time. We have been through so much already Elrond, that it only seems fair for us to go through this together as well. You are not alone."

Elrond smiled, grateful for his friend's support. "Thank you, old friend. I feel a great deal better to know that."

"I am glad," the blond said with a small smile, before turning as the door to the Hall of Fire opened, and Elladan and Legolas walked in.

Elrond frowned. "Is everything okay? Eleniel?"

Elladan shook his head, glancing at the prince stood next to him. "Everything is fine Ada. We have had news that a party from Lothlorien have almost arrived in Rivendell. Were we expecting anyone?"

"No," Elrond said with a shake of his head, "but if I know your Daernana well, I suspect she already knows what is going on."

Elladan's eyes widened. His grandparents were here? "And Arwen?" he asked hopefully, wanting to see his not-so-little-anymore sister again.

Elrond shrugged slightly, standing up and making his way out of the room, Thranduil close by his side. "Let us go and find out, shall we?"

Galadriel sat straight on her horse as they approached the Last Homely House, worried eyes searching in the windows for any sign of a little elfling who would scream throughout the house that "Daernana and Daerada are here!" and then dart outside to meet them. None.

Celeborn reached over to pat his wife gently on her shoulder. "Do not worry meleth nin, everything will be okay," he assured her, although he wasn't sure that was entirely true. The Lady of Light's foresight wasn't often wrong.

Galadriel smiled and nodded, glancing at her husband before turning back to the house. Her mind was racing with anxious thoughts, and her heart was beating rapidly. She was terrified, and that wasn't normal for the Lady of Light. If what she had seen was true… she didn't even want to think about it.

Glancing behind her, Galadriel's crystal blue eyes fell on her granddaughter. Arwen looked to be deep in thought, staring at her horse's ears and holding the reins loosely in her hands. Galadriel and her husband had told her of what they thought had happened with Eleniel, remembering to assure her that it may not be true and even if it was, they didn't know the full extent of what had happened. Arwen hadn't taken the news very well, uncontrolled tears beginning to run freely down her pink cheeks when her grandparents had finished explaining, and asked immediately if they could go and see her, just to make sure. Galadriel and Celeborn had already made arrangements for this however, and had told her to go and pack while they sorted everything out.

Arwen looked up when she felt someone's eyes on her, and smiled faintly at her grandmother.

"Are you alright tithen mir nin?" the Lady of Light asked.

Arwen shrugged slightly. "I will answer that when I see my little sister is well, Daernana," she said, sighing before falling back into her daze.

Elrond walked out of the Last Homely House with Thranduil, Elladan, Legolas and Glorfindel at his side. He wrapped his robe tightly around him as the chill of the evening air hit him, realizing that it had been 3 days since he had set foot outside. Usually he'd be sat on a bench, watching Eleniel and Estel play, or helping his youngest climb the huge apple tree at the back of the gardens, or watching the twins train Estel at swordplay, but he hadn't been able to do that for a while now.

With a barely audible sigh, the elf lord turned to look at the guard who had seen the party approaching.

"Hir nin," the elf said, bowing, "it would seem that some elves from Lothlorien are coming. We were not aware that-"

"Do not worry Istuion," Elrond interrupted, placing a hand on the warrior's shoulder. "We will take it from here. You may return to your post."

Istuion bowed, nodding once before turning and making his way back to where he had been keeping guard.

It wasn't long before the small group of Lothlorien elves came into sight, and Elrond could easily tell that it was his parents-in-law.

"Elrond," Galadriel said once she was close enough, dismounting her horse and walking towards her daughter's husband. She embraced him, feeling how his muscles were tense and noticing the dark circles underneath his normally bright eyes and the way he was shivering slightly.

Elrond returned the hug before pulling back. "Galadriel. We were not expecting you."

"It would seem that my wife has had a vision that all is not well in the Peredhil household," came a new voice, and Celeborn stepped into view. Dismissing all rules about how lords and royals should act in public, the blond immediately took Elrond into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Elrond sighed, nodding as he stepped back and looked at his parents-in-law. "Then you would be right, I am afraid."

"Ada?"

Elrond looked behind Celeborn, his eyes coming to rest on Arwen. "Arwen, iell nin. Oh, I have missed you so much!" he said, rushing forward and wrapping his arms around his daughter. He closed his eyes, breathing in her flowery scent, and felt tears coming to his eyes.

Arwen was shocked. Never had her father acted to strangely. He was holding her so close to him and so tightly that she could barely move, and when she tried to pull back, she'd only be held in a stronger grip, her father's face buried in her scarlet robe. Finally, Elrond pulled back, still holding his daughter's arms and looking into her worried eyes. Arwen leant forward, kissing his cheek. "What is happening Ada? What is wrong?" she asked.

"Arwen."

The raven-haired elleth turned at the sound of her brother calling her name, and immediately turned, running into Elladan's open arms.

"Come, muinthel. We will take you to Eleniel."

Elvish used:

Peredhil - Half-elven (for those who didn't know)

Mellon nin - My friend

Daernana - Grandma

Meleth nin - My love

Tithen mir nin - My little jewel

Hir nin - My lord

Ada - Dad/Daddy

Iell nin - My daughter

Muinthel - Sister

(Sorry for any spelling/grammar or overall mistakes. I will go over it again later and fix these, but I really wanted to get this chapter uploaded!)

I'm not really sure how I feel about this… I feel like I rushed it a bit and it's not as good as it could be? I don't know… please leave a review and tell me what you think? (Can we maybe make it to 40 reviews?! :D) Thank you guys! Love ya'll! ~ Gre3nleaf