Forever Young

By Jo March

Disclaimer: See chapter one. Arwen is O/C as well as most everyone else.

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?

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Chapter Three: Plot for Revenge

After lying down with Elrond for about five minutes Elladan's exhaustion finally caught up with him. His head rested on top of the smaller one of his father. They slept this way for about thirty minutes, nestled up close. If someone had walked into the room during this time they would have thought that Elrond and one of the little twins were revisiting Rivendell; they would have not been very far off.

Both of them were lost in dream world, not conscious to the land of the living that still was about to go on without them to help it. Elrond snuggled closer to the warm body that was wrapped close around him for warmth. He shivered in his sleep because the twins had not been able to get the wet clothes off of him. Elladan who was a naturally light sleeper, because of all his training as a warrior, awoke when Elrond shivered. By now the little Elfling had let go of his grasp around Elladan's neck.

Silently Elladan slipped out of bed and retrieved a dry tunic and some breeches for him to put Elrond into. Even as he tugged at his father's tunic Elrond did not wake, but kept on as if nothing had even touched him. At last he was in a dry pair of clothes and Elladan had even redone his hair in the simple braid that most elflings were accustom to wearing till they came of age.

Meanwhile.....

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Glorfindel let Elrohir cry all he wanted to. Elrohir had always been the most sensitive of all the Peredhil children. After their mother had made the decision to take the ship to Valinor, Elrohir had been the only one to show real emotion. Elladan and his father had put up a strong front trying their best not to let anyone see how really hurt they were. Of course Arwen had been sent away to Lorien, so she was not quiet as affected because she still had her grandparent's.

It had been up to Glorfindel for about a month to run Imladris. Elrond had been in a type of daze that no one could withdraw him from. He had walked around, not really seeing anything, pretending to be strong and unaffected by his wife's leaving, but Glorfindel knew better. Only he had seen how Elrond would cry at night, sobbing as if his heart was breaking in two, which was only too true.

Elrohir had worn himself out with all his crying and was sleeping peacefully in Glorfindel's bed, snuggled up underneath a couple layer's of blankets. Glorfindel smiled at the sight and noiselessly left the room to see what Arwen was up.

In the meanwhile....

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Erestor was very nervous as he lead Gil-galad down the hall, hoping that they would not run into Glorfindel, or anyone else who might know the famous Noldorim King. As he walked down the corridor Erestor was plotting his course carefully, making sure to avoid parts of the house he knew Glorfindel frequented.

As they slipped down a short hallway Erestor spotted Glorfindel coming out of a room, he was about to make a sharp right when Gil-galad also noticed who it was. 'Why did you not tell me Lord Glorfindel was staying here also?' He glared at Erestor, making him squirm under his keen gaze.

'I-I-I, um, I d-d-didn't know that you would, uh, want to, hum, talk to him.' Erestor knew that he sounded pretty pathetic, but hoped that the High King would buy it. Obviously he because he started walking towards Glorfindel with purpose in his stride.

Quickly Erestor slipped away, leaving Glorfindel to entertain the Elvish King. He needed to lock himself in his room so that Arwen couldn't get to him. Erestor must have looked very undignified as he ran in the shadows, trying to avoid detection. Finally he slipped into his room without any knowing about it. He had been forced to use a tree that grew outside of his window. Which he knew from experience could be used to get into his room unnoticed, the twins had taught him that much.

At the moment Arwen was.....

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Arwen was trying to figure out a way to sneak out of Rivendell and find Estel and make sure that he was alright and if not, bring him home. Besides packing for her long journey she was also trying to figure out a way to make Erestor even more uncomfortable that he was.

To tell the truth Arwen had never liked him, not since he had got her in trouble about not getting her lessons done in class. Not that she had gotten in trouble over that, she had been able to get out of it because she appealed to her father with an innocent pout.

Yes! She figured out the perfect plan to make Erestor suffer. Gandalf was still in Rivendell, she would steal his staff and do something horrible to her hated tutor, he would pay. Arwen went out of her room smiling a perfect smile with perfect white teeth and perfect hair, well, perfect everything.

Finally...

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Elrond finally awoke after a two hour nap. When he did he found Elladan laying to his right looking at him. The bed was so nice and big, the cover's fluffy and warm, Elrond did not want to wake up from this sweet bliss. But his stomach had other idea's it growled loudly, protesting that it had not had food in it for a while.

'Up we go,' Elladan lifted Elrond out of bed and set him on the floor. 'It is about time for dinner, would you like to go, or if you like we could have it in hear.' Elrond marveled that he would be given a choice after all the trouble he had caused.

Elrond did not feel like seeing a lot of other people so he opted for dinner in Elladan and Elrohir's room. Elladan called for a servant and they soon had their dinner. Their fare consisted of this: roast venison, sweat rolls, broccoli (which Elrond did not want to eat, but was made to), and some hot chocolate for dessert.

Both Elves were very content after this meal. Elladan had made sure that his father had milk to drink and a small glass of water. Elrond had not been thrilled with all the healthy food he had been served, but being hungry he did not refuse as he might have had it been at his own home with Gil-galad and Elros.

A/N: Yes, this was a very short chapter, and I am very sorry about that. Please forgive any spelling or grammatical erros, I try hard to read over this and make sure everything is in shape. Hope that you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews make me write faster, I promise!