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Summary: One sleepless night Elrond takes a walk around Rivendell. What he finds is not what he expected. A younger version of.... To say more would ruin the story.

A/N: I am going to make this my best chapter yet. Spell check is my friend, I will plan, write, rewrite, and edit my final copy to make sure it is almost perfect. Okay, so I probably won't go so far as to rewrite it but I will read over it several times to check for mistakes.

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'Get back or I'll hurt you.' Threatened the young lad who stood in the middle of Elrond's chamber. 'I do not wish to kill you, stay back.' Arwen slowly made her way towards the boy, he was scared and she could see it.

'I am not going to hurt you. See?' She faced her hands palm up. 'There is nothing to be scared of, no one is going to try to harm you.'

'How do I know I can trust you?' Arwen took another step towards him. 'Stay back, I am warning you.' The lad had been unconsciously backing up; Elrond's arm's were beginning to go numb from holding his sword in the defensive position for so long. 'What have you done with my brother? Where did you hide him?'

'You have a brother? I pray, tell me, young sir, what might your brother's name be? More over, what might such a dashing young elf such as yourself be named?' As she talked she slowly made her way towards the young elf. She had just passed her father's couch when she finished talking, and decided to stop going forwards. Arwen did not wish to back him into a corner and have him become even more frightened.

'Why do you want to know? My name and my brother's name are our own. What business do you have in knowing them?'

'Well, since this happens to be my father's house and I live here. We think it only courteous for visitors to tell us their names.'

'Yes, I do suppose you are right. My brother's name is Elros and my name is....' Arwen sank down upon the couch, thankful she had stopped where she was, or she might have fainted on the floor. 'Lady, are you quiet alright?' Elrond rushed to her side. 'Was it something I said? I do apologize. It's just.... You look as if you have seen a ghost. Do you need something?'

'No, it's just that you surprised me, that is all. No ghost around here.' Accept you. thought Arwen. If his brother's name is Elros, then would he be... That is not possible, is it? 'Go on, you were about to tell me your name.'

'Oh, yes, I suppose I was. Pardon my bad manner, it has been a while since I have been around a pretty girl such as yourself. Oh, my name. Im Elrond Peredhil Eärendilion.' I am Elrond (Half-Elven) Peredhil son of Eärendil The lad stated proudly.

'I thought as much.' Mumbled Arwen, still in a daze.

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Elrond walked down the hall with determination in his stride. A thought had occurred him, maybe Arwen's curiosity had gotten the better of her, as it had in many cases. If the boy was awake at least she would be with him. Elrond began to walk faster, he was so caught up in his thoughts that he walk right past his room and on down the hall a few meters till he realized his mistake. The powerful Elvish lord turned around and made his way back to his chamber. When he got there the door was closed and soft voices could be heard coming from within. The heavy oaken door was slowly pushed inward, swinging on its hinges, not making a sound. The sight that meet Elrond was his daughter sitting on his couch, with all the color drained from her face and the lad kneeling at her right, inquiring how she was feeling.

Elrond quietly walked into the room, not making a sound as he tread upon the lush carpet that covered his floor. 'My Undómiel, are you feeling ill?' Her father's voice was edged with concern for her well being.

'Yes, Ada, I am quiet well, thank you. I will get the clothes now.' Arwen tried to stand up, but her father pushed her back down.

'No, they will wait. You are not well enough to walk, you are in shock. Come, I will carry you to your room and you will rest.' It was not merely a suggestion, it was an order. 'You may come to, lad. There we shall find some clothes that fit you.' Elrond smiled down at the boy who was dressed in one of his nightshirts.

'Yes, sir.' Elrond gently picked his daughter up and carried her to where her chambers were. He gently set Arwen down upon her bed, and pulled the soft comforter over her slight frame.

'Rest well, my daughter. Would you like tea or anything?

'Yes, Ada, a cup of tea would be good right now, and maybe something to eat also.'

'We will see what we can find. Do not stress yourself while we are gone.' With that Elrond turned to exit the room. 'Don't you go on any more adventures today, my dear. This one was quiet enough for you. Come along, lad. I won't bite.'

'Yes, sir.' The littlest Elrond was awed by this magnificent place, it was bigger than any place he had every seen. His eyes swiveled from side to side trying to take in all the sights around him. While he was looking at all the wonders of Rivendell, Elrond's long strides had out distanced him. By now he had turned a corner and was out of sight. 'Ai! What am I to do?' Wailed the little elfling. 'I have lost him, now I shall be punished for disobeying orders. What am I to do?'

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Elrond's mind was set on one thing right now. Arwen. His main concern was her. What would he do when he sailed, but she stayed behind with Estel? Who would take care of her in his absence, when she grew ol- Elrond knew he must stop these thoughts. He turned to see if his silent shadow was keeping up, but he was nowhere in sight.

Elrond quickly backtracked and found the young elf sitting in the last hall silently crying into his arm's. His head was down and his arms covered his face. 'What am I to do? Now I will be punished for not following.' The lad sobbed phrases such as these over and over. Elrond's heart was touched.

'And what will your punishment be, young sir?'

'I don't know. I just d-d-don't know.' Hiccups came between each word, he did not realize whom he was talking to, or even that he was talking at all.

'Come here, you are not in trouble.' Elrond picked the lad up. 'Hush, no one is going to hurt you. There, are you better now?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Here now, is that all you can say? Surely it's not. Come now, boy, what is your name?'

'Elrond, sir. My name's Elrond.'

'Hum, I see.' Elrond's forehead crinkled. 'That is what they call you.' Now he knew why his daughter had been in shock. Poor dear, not something you see everyday. A younger version of your father walking around the streets of Rivendell. 'All right then, shall we continue?'

'Yes, s- I mean that would be good.' Elrond offered his self a hand, and they continued that way till they reached the kitchen. 'Oh my.'

'It smells good, does it not?'

'Very good, sir.'

'Shall we find something for Arwen to eat? Hum, what do you think she would like?'

'Ai, I do not know, there is so much. To many things to choose from. I can't see everything though.' Elrond tried to stand on his toes to see over the tall counter of the kitchen.

'I think we can remedy that. Here we go.' With that Elrond lifted the little one onto the counter so that he could see all the wonder foods that there were. 'We have quiet a decision before us, now don't we?'

'M-my Lord, how what a delight it is to have you visit the kitchen. Such a rare honor. If I can be of service I can get you-'

'No, Lindir, I think that we will be fine. Thank you anyways.' Elrond looked down at his younger self, who was looking very confused.

'You're the Lord of all this?' Asked and incredulous Elrond. 'You have a lot of grown up stuff around here.' This was a shot right to the depths of Elrond's heart. Grown up stuff. Yes, there was a lot of that around. No children played in the streets, no laughter could be heard in the once happy valley of Imladris.

'Yes, I am. Now, what shall we take Arwen?'

'Who may this child be, Lord Elr-'

'This is my friend Elrond, son of Eärendil the Mariner. He is going to be visiting for while. Now if you will excuse us, Lindir, we shall find what we will be needing.

'O-o-of course, my Lord. I shall leave you in peace.' With that Lindir rushed out of the kitchen eager to tell Glorfindel what had just transpired in the kitchen between him and the Lord of the House.

'Now that we are in peace, you shall decide what we shall deliver my daughter.'

'Yes, sir!' Elrond was glad to have a task to do. He joyfully skipped around the kitchen and pointed out the things he thought that Lady Arwen would enjoy having. 'I think that is it? You said something about giving her tea.'

'That I did, but it is in my study. If you will take this to her, then I will retrieve the tea and meet you back at her chambers. Does this suit you, Master Elrond?'

'Yes, that is just fine, sir.'

'Good, now do you remember the way back?'

'I believe so. If not I will just wait for you to find me.' With that he walked out of the room importantly carrying the plate of food for Arwen. Elrond smiled as he watched himself leave the room. He was certain that over half of Rivendell knew that there was a younger version of their master roaming the extensive halls of Imladris. At least no one would be surprised if they happened to pass him the hall. But there was the problem of what to do when the boy found out who he really was. He will want to call me something besides, 'sir.' 'Ada' perhaps? No, I would never consent to that. I would not even call Gil-galad 'Ada' when I was that age. It seems that telling him the truth will be on the only way to go.

TBC......

A/N: Sorry, I know I promised a long chapter this time. It's longer than the last one! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews, they are very helpful. I love criticism, except when it is from my parents or people I know really well. Well, I have to study my spelling words, boring!