A/N: This won't be the big reveal chapter that explains everything, that will be the next one. The moving saddlebag will be explained then as well. I think you all will get a kick out of it. In case you haven't noticed, I have no idea how long this story will be. It will end when it will end, and I have no idea how long it will be until this finished. I am doing a gazillion things at once, including college applications and Silver Knight.

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The young elf lay completely still, breath slow and even. The only sign he was awake was the careful, silent movement of his head as his eyes explored the room he was in.

The room was large, complete with a large closet, wash room, and separate sitting room. There was also a bookshelf in the bedchamber. From his vantage point on the bed, Elros could see a few couches and chairs, and a fireplace. He also could see the legs of a table or desk in the sitting room. Outside, he could sense the presence of someone, most likely a guard. He slowly, quietly, raised himself up on his right arm. The left was a little sore, but was no longer causing as much pain as before. His ankle no longer felt as though it was on fire as well.

At first he was confused, not remembering how he came to be here, or where here was, but slowly his memories returned. The attack, the wargs, the race to Lindon, seeing his uncle after so long, and then nothing. 'I must have collapsed from exhaustion after that,' He reasoned with himself. A moment later, panic set in, 'Where is Elrond?' he thought while scanning the room quickly.

Instead of setting out in blind panic in search of his brother, Elros' training came into play, at least the part that helped him stay calm and center himself. The staying still part of his training had never really sunk in. He could stay still, but there was always a part of him that was moving. His brother was definitely the calmer of the two of them, and could completely freeze if the situation called for it. Elros had never had the ability to become that calm.

After a few moments, his heart had stopped racing and his breathing was again slow and even. Elros then centered himself, and looked deep inside himself for the bond he could sense with his brother. Elros relaxed even more when he felt how strong and steady the bond was.

'Elrond's injuries must not have included internal injuries. I hoped as much; but the circumstances, not to mention our luck, dictated they would be more serious. I am glad that is not the case.' Elros thought before reaching out through the bond to sense where is brother was in proximity to him.

After a few moments, he relaxed. His brother was in the room next to him. 'Now how do I get there without the guard outside noticing?' he asked himself silently. Looking around the room, he noticed that the doors to the balcony were open, most likely to let the pleasant night air in. After considering his options, which were few, and the desire to be with his brother becoming overwhelming, Elros decided to attempt walking.

He quietly slid out from under the blankets and sheets, careful not to rustle either. Experience taught him that attempting to move the sheets away usually caused someone to immediately notice. As it was Elros had to be careful that the guard didn't notice what he was about to attempt. After several tense and anxious minutes, he was out from under the sheets, and both his feet were resting on the floor.

Elros carefully stood, all his weight on his good leg. Looking around, he saw that there was a bedside table next to the bed. He used that for support to hobble to the wall. The splint on his ankle was one that allowed for walking, since it was sturdy enough, but Elros knew that walking on a bad ankle was generally a bad idea. He would have to be very careful to avoid injuring it further.

Leaning against the wall, he carefully made his way out onto the balcony. Once out on the balcony, he used the railing for support to look around outside.

To the left was empty air, and a corner. Elros could tell that there was most likely another balcony or something of the like around the corner. To the right, a good ten or fifteen feet away was another balcony. Elros could sense his brother was in the room attached to the balcony and looked around to try and find a way to get there. Between his balcony and his brothers' was a creeper vine. The vine went all the way up the side of the palace, and Elros' eyes seemed to light up as an idea came to him at the sight of the vine.

Carefully and silently, he swung both legs over the balcony railing (he was as close to the vine as possible), and grabbed the vine. Being mindful of his broken ankle, he climbed slowly across the vine to his brother's room; all the while thanking his Sinda blood since it prevented him from falling twice and helped him know exactly where to place his hands and feet during the dangerous climb.

Once safely on his brother's balcony, he took a deep breath and winced as his ankle complained. It seemed his ankle did not appreciate the exercise and activity it had been forced to do to get to the other side of the vine. His right hand was hurting a bit as well, he discovered a moment later.

Nonetheless, he was willing to ignore the pain he was in to make sure his brother was alright. Knowing through their bond wasn't enough. He had to physically see him. Only then would he allow himself to relax and rest again. Already, tiredness was creeping up on him, a sign that he had overworked himself just then.

After getting the pain he was in under control and down to bearable levels, Elros used the wall to hobble into his brother's room. Once inside, he couldn't help but notice that his brother's room was similar to his, the only difference being the color scheme. His brother was lying in the bed to his left, and was still deeply unconscious. Elros had known as much, since he was the one who had drugged him and knew what the dosage of the herb had been.

Next to his brother's bed was a chair, like there was in his room. Elros gratefully sat down in the chair and caught his breath. Then he reached out to check on his brother. His brother's pulse was steady, and his breathing was even. Further investigation revealed that his ribs and leg had been splinted and bound.

Everything else appeared to be in order. Since there was no healer present and his brother wasn't in the healing wing, it was obvious to Elros that there were no internal injuries and Elrond would be fine in time.

With that thought, and a slight smile on his lips for what they had been able to accomplish, Elros dozed off in the chair, his brother's hand in his as he relaxed in the knowledge that he and his brother were finally safe and no longer had to live in fear.

The morning after the twins arrival was slightly cloudy, and the faint smell of rain was in the air. It was going to storm soon, Círdan could feel it in his bones as he made his way to the twins rooms after breaking his fast and arranging for food to be brought there.

'I hope there have been no problems, since the guards have not summoned anyone to their rooms.' He thought as he climbed the stairs nearest to the northeast corner.

Along the way, he was joined by the king, and the Lord and the Lady. They were in discussion with Thawon, Lord Daeron, Captains Belegon and Heledhon, and the Lady Faneth.

"How was your night, mellon nín?" the king inquired softly. His had been restless, thinking about the twins and how they were passing the night. He had even wanted to check on them, but decided against it. He didn't want them to be frightened by the sight of someone they didn't know when they first woke in a strange new place.

"It was my first truly restful night in a while." the Shipwright admitted with a soft smile. All there could tell he was thinking about the twins. A few moments later, though, he was frowning. "The continued silence from the guards has me worried. You said, Lady Faneth, that at the very least Elros would be awake by now."

"Yes, but it could be that he was more exhausted then we believed and needed more rest. The herbs we gave him were to help him rest and sleep, not keep him sleeping. His body would decide when he has had enough sleep." Faneth said from where she was next to Heledhon. Their wedding was going to be in a few months time, per both their fathers requests. They had agreed, but that didn't stop them from spending as much time as possible together.

Círdan nodded and said, "Nevertheless, I would like to get there and see what is happening."

By this time, the group had arrived at Elros' room. The guard at the door seemed to stand up straighter as they stopped near him.

"Have you heard anything from inside?" the king asked.

"No sire, I have not heard a thing." the guard replied.

Gil-galad said, "Hannon lle, you may go."

The guard bowed and left to rest and get something to eat.

The group quietly entered and made their way quickly to the bedchamber. Once there, they all stopped and stared in shock at the empty bed. The only sign that said the bed had been used at one point was the slightly rumpled sheets and blankets.

Lord Celeborn spoke first, "Where is he? The guard said he heard nothing."

"Maybe he is in another part of the room?" The Lady suggested.

A quick, but thorough, search revealed that this wasn't the case. Everyone then turned to Lord Círdan, who hadn't moved at all since seeing the empty bed. A closer look revealed that he was deep in thought. Before anyone could ask what he was thinking, his eyes snapped back into focus and he turned his attention back to them.

Then he did something that surprised them, since they were expecting him to be upset. He smiled, then quietly laughed.

"And what, may I ask, is so funny?" the king asked sourly, still rubbing his shoulder where a large book from the bookshelf had landed when he accidentally bumped it. The bruise would look fantastic later.

All Círdan did was shake his head and say, "I know where he is," and then left the room without another word.

Everyone else glanced at each other, completely confused, and then hurried to follow the Mariner. They caught up to him just as he was about to go into Elrond's room. Once inside, the king said, "I do not understand, mellon nín." the sentiment was quietly echoed by everyone else.

"Whenever one twin was hurt, which wasn't often, they became even more inseparable. I figured with Elrond as hurt as he is, Elros will want to be near him to be able to assure himself all is well." Círdan explained.

The others nodded, and Círdan quietly opened the bedchamber door and stepped inside. The others followed. Once inside, they were greeted by a heartwarming sight. Elros was there, in the chair beside his brother's bed, and was hugging the Shipwright as tightly as possible. His eyes were closed and tears were leaking out. Círdan, in turn, was returning the hug and was close to tears as well.

"I missed you, Uncle." Elros said quietly.

"I missed you as well, young one. More than you can imagine. It does my old heart good to see you again." the Shipwright said.

Pulling out of the hug, Círdan wiped the tears off Elros' cheeks and said, "There are some people who would like to meet you. They, and I, have many questions we were hoping you could answer. Are you ready?" He nodded in the direction of the door. Elros looked, and seeing who was at the door, seemed frightened for a moment. Then he smiled and nodded, showing he wasn't afraid anymore. He moved onto the bed next to his brother, who was still asleep, and made himself comfortable. Everyone else trooped in and made themselves comfortable in chairs that were in the room, ready to listen to the tale that was about to be told.

Translations:

Mellon nín – my friend
Hannon lle – thank you