Forever Young

By Jo March

Disclaimer: See chapter one

Summary: Elrond is now a little kid and his children do not know what to do with him. Arwen is at her wits end trying to take care of a little terror who thinks it is fun to tell everyone what to do because he is Lord of Imladris. Will peace ever come to the Last Homely House again?

HobbitsRfun- Thank you so much for liking this story. I don't really know what happened to Arwen, she just kinda went to the bridge and wanted to jump. I just couldn't let her die like that though. You will see who it is.

Ele.- I am sooooooooo sorry about not reading your little bio thing. I really do like your story very much. That is if you couldn't tell. lol! Glad you liked it so far. Hope you read some more.

Chapter Two: Unsuspected Savior

Whoever had caught Arwen pulled her up. She was not happy with whoever it was; they had ruined her attempt at ending her life. Arwen doubted that they would let her try it again. 'There you,' her feet where back on solid ground. 'I saw you slip and fall, I do hope that you are all right, milady.'

Arwen looked at her rescuer, he seemed familiar, but then again not so. 'Thank you, but would my savior be kind enough to introduce himself?' She gave him a winning smile, but it was not from her heart.

'Of course, excuse my bad manners. I am Gil-galad, High King of Noldor.' You could have knocked Arwen over with a feather. Her eyes got very big, how in the world could a dead king show up on Imladris's doorstep? Glorfindel would know what to do. 'Are you alright? Sorry if I hurt you will helping you-'

'Oh, no. It was good of you to do so.' For once she was at a loss for words, wondering what she should do. 'Um, would you like to, uh, come in?' Glorfindel was going to kill her when he saw his old friend, alive. Oh well, thought Arwen, at lest I wouldn't have to do it by myself. She turned and led Gil-galad into the house.

In the meanwhile.....

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'Elrond, come down from there. You are going to be in big trouble if you don't listen to us. Come on, you have to have a bath.' Elladan was about to kill his father. Elrond had climbed up a tree and refused to come down and take a bath. He was somehow run away from the twins and found a mud puddle and had a little too much fun.

'Nuh huh! I can do what I like, you aren't in charge of me. Anyways, I could tell you what to do, I am your father. So ha!'

Elrohir walked up behind his exasperated twin. 'Estel wasn't this much trouble.' He sighed and gave his brother a knowing glance. They nodded. 'Alright, Ada, you stay up there.'

'Come on, Elrohir, let's go get some dinner. I hear that Lindir has been baking sweet rolls all afternoon.' They smiled and started to walk off towards the house.

Elrond cocked his head. Sweet rolls? Those were his absolute favorite! He deftly shimmied down the tree and started to follow after the twins. Before he knew it they had grabbed him. 'Hey! That's not fair, put me down.' He struggled against them, but it was in vain.

'Should we?' Elladan gave Elrond an evil look with an impish look in his eye.

Elrohir knew what his brother was referring to. They had done it once with Estel, but had been forbidden to do so after he caught a mild case of pneumonia. It had been a cool afternoon and they had captured Estel and thrown him in the shallow part of the Burien.

'I say we do. At least he won't get pneumonia..' They laughed. Elrond was scared about what they were going to do to him. True, he had not been so good for them, but what kind of punishment was in store for him now? He did not know what "pneumonia" was and didn't want to find out.

As they slide down a muddy bank of the river and tossed Elrond in. Elrond had closed his eyes, he did not want to know what was going to happen. The next thing he knew he was flying through the air. His eyes popped open just before he hit the water.

Being a very smart elfling his mind was working a hundred miles per minute. Finally before he surfaced he had a brilliant idea. Elrond came sputtering to the surface choking on the water he had purposely swallowed. 'Help! Help! I can't swim! Please, help me!' He went under and tried to make it look like he was drowning.

The twins gave each other a worried look and dove into the water. Elladan reached his father first and pulled him up, but suddenly found he was holding onto thin air, Elrond quickly swam away and accidentally ran into Elrohir. 'Can't swim aye?'

Elladan was about to strike Elrond, but Elrohir interfered. 'He never struck us, do not strike him, Elladan. It was all in fun.' He lowered his hand and stormed off to sit on the bank.

Elrond went back to splashing about in the water and having fun just being a kid. Elrohir went and sat down by his brother, they were both soaking wet. He knew better than to say anything, so he just gently put his arm around Elladan's shoulder in a brotherly gesture. Elladan relaxed against his twin's muscular frame. 'I think we are being repaid for every mean deed we ever did.'

Elrohir dropped his arm quickly. 'We? I recall you being at the helm of almost all of our pranks. You are being repaid, and I just happen to being punished for I do not know what.'

'No! You helped me and did just as much as I did. Don't you dare say that it was all me.' Elladan was stronger than his younger half, he threw Elrohir, as much as he could, into the river. Before he could recover his balance Elrohir pulled him in as well.

They wrestled around, not paying any attention to what Elrond was doing. 'HELP!' There came a frantic cry from down river, but they passed it off as their father just trying to fool them again. 'HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' This time they could not ignore, they looked up just in time to see Elrond make a grab for apiece of driftwood, but he missed and it swung around to hit him in the head.

A panicked look was shared a moment before they shot off towards where Elrond had gone done. This time Elrohir was at the scene first he dove down and found the limp body of his father sinking towards the riverbed. He drug Elrond to shore, but it was too late, he was not breathing. 'Oh no.'

'He's not breathing. Curse the Valar!' Elladan drove his fist down on the small chest of their father, and suddenly he spit up water. They held him up so that he could breath, Elladan's anger and won over for good this time. 'You're alive,' he embraced his father, not ashamed of the tears that flowed down his cheeks.

Elrond hiccupped, he was scared that after the twin were happy he was alive that he would be punished for not listening to them. His big mournful eyes turned up to them begging for forgiveness. 'I-I...I'm so sorry!' Elrond hugged Elladan tighter and would not let go.

'It will be alright, Elrond. You are going to be fine,' Elladan sat there and rocked his father back and forth, Elrohir smiled at this. He and Estel and been together all the time while Elladan was eaten up with bitterness and his hatred of Orc's. All he had ever wanted to do was slaughter them for revenge of what they had done to their mother. Now it was his turn to be a father figure to their father.

Elrohir tapped his twin of the shoulder, Elrond had fallen asleep and needed to be put into a dry change of clothes. The twin walked side by side up the hill back to the house. Elladan was not sure how he should respond to his father, but it all seemed to come naturally whenever he didn't know what to do. He couldn't help but smile down at the little bundle he cared so effortlessly back to his suit of rooms.

Elladan could remember the time when he had been so young and innocent and his father had cared him back to the very same bed he was going to. As Elladan stooped to lay Elrond on his bed, the young elfling hung onto his son's neck and would not let go. As Elladan tried to untangle himself from his father's embrace his twin stood in the door silently observing his brother struggle to separate himself from the little one hanging on to him.

Gently Elrohir placed his hand on Elladan's shoulder, 'Lay down with him. He will want you to be near when he awakes. Remember how we were when we were young?'

'Yes, but we had each other.' In vain Elladan tried once more to disengage himself from his father's strong grasp around his neck. 'I never did this to him.'

'He is use to having Uncle Elros to hold onto. He will need you Elladan, stay with him.' With that the youngest twin left his brother and father alone. It almost broke his heart to think that his father would choose Elladan over him, but then they had always been closer.

It just wasn't fair! Why did they have such a close relationship. This was one of those times when Elrohir missed his mother most. She had always been there to hold him when he was in need, now she was gone to the haven's never to return. He leaned against a cold pillar, and let himself slump against it. Tears of frustration and anger came pouring out. Someone was coming down the hall. Elrohir took off at a dead run, blinded by his tears he smashed into Glorfindel's broad chest.

Elrohir struggled to be set free, but the golden-haired Elf Lord would not slacken his hold on the youngest twin. Finally Elrohir let himself relax against Glorfindel. He was slowly propelled to somewhere, he did not look to see where he was being led.

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Erestor came walking out of the hall looking for Elrond he had some important papers that needed to be sent off immediately. When he looked up he saw Arwen walking up from the bridge with some stranger, he could not make out the face yet. As they drew nearer, he saw the expression on Arwen's face. He was about to turn and make a run for it, Erestor did not wish to take the wrath of the Evenstar right now.

'STOP! Erestor, come back here now!' Oh, no, she was not in a good mood. Who would be after trying to commit suicide and getting interrupted? Erestor was very conscious of the icy glare he was getting from Arwen. Finally he could see the face of the stranger Arwen had brought home. If he hadn't know better he would have swore it was Gil-galad return from the dead. He had never met the famous king, but he had seen the fabulous mural Elrond had painted on one of the walls of Imladris. 'Erestor, this is King Gil-galad, please show him to his room.'

Erestor's chin just about hit the ground, but before he could answer Arwen was already glad. He stared in awe and horror. He mumbled something under his breath like, 'She could get away with murdered because she's Elrond's precious baby girl. Ugg!' 'Come with my, milord, I will show you to your rooms.' He led Gil-galad down the hall, not quiet knowing where he was going to put the famous Elvish King.

TBC....

A/N: Okay, usually I don't wait over two weeks before I update a story I am working on. But since we are moving I feel entitled to have a bit of grace. Thank you to all who reviewed the last chapter. Please drop me a review if you like it or not. It does help me to update sooner believe it or not.