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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: Well, it seems that everyone really likes this story. I only have four chapters and 24 reviews! Wow, this is great. Have fun reading this chapter, I do not have clue to what it will be about.

A/N #2: Oh, do I realize that the older Elrond wouldn't be in a hurry, but you have to realize that he did not wish for his younger self to know who he really was, quiet yet that is.

A/N #3: Ahhh! I do not want to write this chapter, but I must. Did you get to see the TTT? I did, my Ada took me! Then I saw it again two more times with my friends, then my Ada again! It was much better than the first, yet it was not at all aligned with the books. Here I go. I hate writer's block, it is terrible.

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The elder version of Elrond slowly walked down the hall towards his study, lost in thought. How could a younger version of himself suddenly show up on his doorstep? It was ludicrous, he almost did not believe it, but everyone else saw him too. I hope that Arwen is not in too much shock. She has not been in good health since our discussion about Estel. Why in the name of the Valar would she want to marry a mortal? Sure, the man might one day be King, but that is no reason for one of Elven-kind want to be parted from their own for life. Elrond reached his study and walked in, not noticing that the door was partially opened. The curtain the north window was blowing back and forth gently in the soft breeze, the window was cracked open, and the wardrobe door was swinging back and forth on its hinges. Lord Elrond did not notice any of things, nor did he notice that a couple of his favorite robes were missing out of his closet; the room was completely askew.

He walked into his study and gathered the needed herbs to make the tea, then set a kettle on the top of the stove. The stove would not have been there if Celebrian had not insisted that one day it would come in useful, it looked like she was right, how could she have known? Well, of course, she was Galadriel's daughter, that could explain a lot of the mystery that she was shroud in. Elrond heated up the water and poured a cup of tea for his iell. daughter

He walked down the hall towards Arwen's room; it was not far from his. When he opened the door he found Elrond sitting on his daughter's bed chatting gaily with her, trying to entice her to take some of the food he had brought. The elder Elrond set the tea down on the stand next to Arwen's bed. He gently helped her rise up enough so that she could drink the tea. Her face was uncommonly pale, for though she was pale, this was not a natural pallor, and her face told more than she wished for her father to see. It was stressed with lines of weariness and a longing for her love. Elrond let out a very unelvish sigh; she would make the decision when the time came, whether or not to marry Estel, a mortal man.

Arwen studied her father as she quietly sipped on her tea. The younger Elrond was sitting at the foot of her bed munching on some of the food he had tried unsuccessfully to get her to eat earlier on. Her father was far away, his eyes focused on nothing. He had so many burdens to carry, lines of worry wound their way across his ivory brow. Now that there were two of him it would only make him stress more, he did not do well with children now that all his were grown up. Raising Estel had been harder on him than he would have liked to admit; it was no easy job raising one would later become the King of Gondor. To hear Glorfindel or Erestor tell it Estel had been a little demon, but to Elrond he had been a precious child, with many fond memories. Now he would have nothing to with the man who had stolen the heart of his daughter. Arwen was not sure who this separation hurt the most, her father or Aragorn.

Arwen was growing weary, it had been quiet a shock to find a younger version of her beloved father. It did not help that Aragorn was gone off on another one of his missions with the Dúnadan, she missed him sorely.

After a time Elrond finally noticed his daughter's fatigue. "Come, Elrond, let us leave Arwen alone for a time so that she can recover and be up and around tomorrow."

"Oh, all right. But what are we gonna do now?" The little Elrond his older self a questioning look and rose one eyebrow in the process.

"Well," said Elrond straightening up, "what would you like to do?" He had no idea what a child like himself would want to do. For he had no idea what time he was from.

Arwen shot her father a strange look. He usually was reserved around children, even what might be classified as uncomfortable. Elrond might have had four children, but he had never been in soul command before. Celebrian had taken care of the boys and Arwen, and Glorfindel, Erestor, and the twins (when they were around) had looked after Estel. This was the first time he had to take care of one all by himself.

"I do not know. For I do not know what you have to do around here. Is there anyone else my age? Do you have books? Or garden's? Or maybe we could, uh... Never mind." He was about to suggest that he could teach him how to handle a sword, but remembered most other Elves preferred the bow to the sword. The edain part of Elrond liked the sword much more than he did the bow.

"Or what, my little friend?" Elrond picked himself up off the bed and they went hand in hand down the hallway. Arwen watched in amusement as they walked away. She smiled then folded her hands over her chest and fell asleep, and drifted into the realm of Elvish dreams.

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"Well," admitted Elrond, "I would like to learn how to use a sword, but... It does not really matter. Whatever you would like for me to do, I am a guest, sir." There it was again, that word. 'Sir.' What was the boy to call him.

What can the boy call me? Tell him the truth. No, I cannot do that. What would he think? Does it really matter? He will find out even if you do not tell him. Would you rather he find out from you or someone else? Oh, you are right, as usual. If I must tell him, I must. All right, I will. When?

The little voice inside Elrond's head would not leave him alone. It continued to pester him about the boy. He did not want to ruin in now, but it would be for the best. What if the boy did not like him after that? Right now, decided Elrond. He would tell the boy right now.

"So, you wish you learn how to use a sword? Most Elves preferred to use the bow, or even duel knives. What made you choose the sword?" Elrond steered him towards the practice field.

"Actually, it is because of my father. He uses a sword, and I wanna be just like him." He looked up at the older Elrond and smiled. "He is the smartest and strongest person I know. My mother says that he is the best swordsman around, and I bet he is." Elrond could hear the admiration in his voice. Lost memories flooded his mind, memories of his father that he had forgotten.

"That is definitely something to be proud of. I am sure you make your father very proud." Elrond placed a small blade before the child, it had been his first when he was a boy. His sons, including Estel, had been taught with it as well.

The boy's eyes lit up when he saw the blade. "It is beautiful. Are you sure that it is all right that I use it?" Awe sounded in Elrond's voice as he picked up the sword with reverence.

"Yes, but before we start, there is something that I must tell you."

Elrond put down the sword and took a seat across from his older self. "Yes, what is it, sir?"

"Well," Elrond drew in a long breath, "it is about who I am." He closed his eyes and prepared himself for the shock the boy would experience. Elrond was squirming with impatience. "I am the King of Imladris, all of this."

"I gathered as much this morning, sir, but why must you tell me what I all ready know?"

"Patience, my name.... My name is Elrond. I am the son of Eärendil and Elwing, my brother was Elros." He had said it.

Elrond jumped up and yelled, "No! You lie, that is impossible. You are trying to trick me!" With that he ran off. The elder Elrond looked down at his hands, he had failed.

Just then Glorfindel came walking up the path, he noticed his friend's downcast mood. He wondered what was ailing the Lord of Rivendell. "What is the matter, my friend?"

Elrond looked up and said three simple words: "I have failed." Then walked off, leaving his Glorfindel to ponder what he had meant by this.

A/N: Okay, this is a really short chapter, I am very sorry about that. Hi! I don't have school this morning because of snow. We are suppose to get six to ten inches around here. Yeah for me, we cannot even get out of the driveway, he he he!