A/N: I know you people hate me for my previous chapter, but ya know that's the way life is.

Remember: [yadda, yadda] means my talk in story.

Disclaimer: The poem below, though is one of my favorites, belongs to Edgar Allen Poe… so yeah it's not mine. But I wish it was. And don't complain about the grammer things that was the way it was prited in the book I got it from. So don't complaine to me about it it's not my fault.

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Chapter 14: Dream Within A Dream

"Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if Hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep-while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

Oh God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?"

-Dream within a Dream By: Edgar Allan Poe

Elrond stood on the sandy shore watching as final preparations were made on the white ship that would take him across the sea to Valinor.

Aragorn, the last of Isidur's heirs, had died only a week before, though to Elrond it felt like only yesterday he had held his dying son. He could still feel the warm sticky blood covering his hands and arms, the weight of the mans body as it stiffened, feeling the lungs draw their final breaths, but what had hurt Elrond the most was the thought of never being able to tell him how sorry he was, how he wished he could take it all back.

Elrond stared at the boat, gently rocking with small ocean waves, with unseeing eyes. In his eyes he was no longer seeing the boat nor the water in front of him or the land behind him. He was looking past all that, he was seeing into Valinor and into Mandos Halls hoping to catch a glimpse of his son, but alas it was not so for not even the Valor knew what happened to a man's spirit when he passed from this world. Sometimes Elrond forgot that Aragorn was human not elven.

A strong hand gripped his shoulder. Elrond looked into the eyes of his twin sons. Elrohir wiped the tears from his ada's eyes while tears filled his own. First his mother, then his brother and now his father, Elrohir felt like he was loosing his family all at one time. He didn't know what to do. He had considered going with him, but hearing Elladan's nightly sobs in his room changed his mind. His brother was feeling about as horrible as his father maybe even more. He had threatened to kill his younger brother if he ever went near Arwen ever again, but he didn't mean it. He had just been upset at the time. He didn't want him to really die, especially before the older twin could make it right again. Elladan had apologized to him when Aragorn was unconscious, like his father, but didn't feel like he had made right by doing that.

Elrond turned to his oldest, "You are now in charge, Elladan." he paused as his voice started to crack and stall. "Listen to your instinct. Glorfindel and Erestor will help you in any way they can." another sob threatened to choke him "Remember what we talked about."

"Yes ada." Elrond drew his son into a tight hug as tears fell from both sets of stormy gray eyes.

Elrond then turned to his now youngest son, "Elrohir, take care of everyone. Do not let them fade from grief."

Elrohir only nodded not trusting his voice to be able to make a sound other than choked sobs. Elrond pulled his son close in a back breaking hug and whispered into his ears, "Look after Arwen and Gilraen, I fear what may become of them."

"Ada?" said Elrohir sounding more like a scared elfling instead of the grown elf he was, "What will happen now? What will happen to the world?"

Elrond pulled away not meeting either son's eyes when he spoke. "I do not know my son. I cannot see what lies beyond now anymore." It wasn't a lie, he truly didn't know nor did he want to. The hope of men had died before his time; he didn't even live long enough to see the events of the one ring Elrond had been slowly training him for. Ever since he saw the visions of the fellowship and the part his son would play in it he and others had slowly been molding him to prepare him for the tasks ahead. Now if only he had seen this coming, he would have never uttered those words, he would have never let him meet with Arwen.

No, to keep them apart would have been wrong; he would have let him have Arwen. Seem how destiny saw fit to place them together.

Giving one final look around Elrond stepped onto the boat. He had hoped that Arwen would have been there to see him off, unfortunately it was not so. He didn't know where she had gone or where to even start looking for her. After Aragorn's funeral she had disappeared for a short time, but later turned up with Gilraen in the Lorien with her Grandmother. He would have brought her home, but she would have nothing to do with him or her brothers. Legolas had been the same; he would no longer talk with the twins much less see them.

As he sailed away on the ship bound for the havens, a vision came to him.

He saw his younger son, Elrohir, lead a fellowship of eight others. While Elladan stayed behind to tend to Rivendell. Four hobbits, a dwarf, Gandalf the gray, a man from Gondor (one of the steward's sons), and even Legolas who now smiled, but it would never again reach his eyes.

Gandalf fight with a balrog, and die in the end.

They met with Galadriel and Arwen in Lothlorien.

The death of the stewards son.

The fellowship going separate ways.

Gandalf coming back white instead of Gray.

A fight in Rohon.

Hobbits joining with Ents.

The fall of Isengard.

The scenes started playing faster and faster till he could no longer tell them apart, but finally it stopped to where he could see. He was thrilled at what he next saw.

The one ring being cast into the fires of Mt. Doom [I've always wanted to say that, but writing it works to] Gone forever, never again would it darken the days of Middle Earth.

He was happy to see that the Ring would be destroyed, but what he saw next made him regret his actions even more.

Time flew forward. He was now standing in Gondor; a war was raging from the inside. A fight had broken out between the steward and his now only son. The city had been divided in two. Eventually the son won out, but being inexperienced and having no training in politics Gondor slowly fell out of time and existence, never to again rise. The men were never reunited.

Time flew by again; he saw things he could not explain. The only thing he could think of was that this is what the future held now that the son of kings had gone. Tall buildings scraped a gray-brown sky. There were disease and rat infested black streets. Strange transports on four wheels kicked up dust and fumes into the air. Crime was high, people, men, women, and children dieing left and right. No one was there for anyone. It had become a world where it was a fight to survive till tomorrow. The rules being kill or be killed. The strong kill off the weak unless the weak fight back. A place where the golden rule was "The strong survive and the weak die."

Elrond cried again for the millionth time. What had he done? How could he have been so cold? So heartless?

{Elrond Peredhil, What have you done?} Elrond looked around who had said that? Had his grief reached such an extreme level that he had finally lost his mind? Voices were talking to him, in his head, or perhaps he had just thought it and not realized? He didn't know his head was spinning form the fast passed thought.

WHAT WAS GOING ON?!

A/N: And I'm stopping it here. (evil laughter) now if you'll excuse me I'm going to run away.

Army of attack Elves come forward.

I'll leave you to play with them while I hide far far away where no one can possibly find me. (Continues evil laugher as she jumps into a gryphon drawn carriage. With Glorfindel and Elladan driving.)