Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, they belong to Tolkien. But the storyline is mine.

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: Yeah! Chapter Six is finally here. Jo has more time to write now because I am home schooling. But we are packing and stuff for our move. Yeah! Sorry I have been neglecting this story and concentrating on the other ones.

I DON'T WANT TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!!

I feel better now. Okay, writer's blocks be gone!

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The younger Elrond raced down the thâm*, his vision was blurred by unshed tears. Somehow he had ended up in one of the vast garden's that surrounded most of Rivendell; it had a breathtaking magnificence about it. Elrond stopped to take a look around the beauty that encompassed him was astounding.

For a moment he almost forgot what he was angry about, then it all came rushing back to him. 'Patience, my name...' He took a deep breath, 'My name is Elrond. I am the son of Eärendil and Elwing, my brother was Elros.'

Was.

That was the word that had hit him the hardest. It had been spoken in past tense, like he wasn't here anymore. That could not be possible! Elrond fell to the ground, sobs shaking his tiny frame. The elf must have been lying; it could not be true. Elros could not have done such a foolish thing as to choose a mortal life.

Tears flowed freely down his face as he sat under the great tree that stood in the middle of the garden. Elrond huddled against its base and wept his heart out. How could the world be so cruel as to take his brother from him? It wasn't fair, not at all.

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Elrond walked down the thâm with a dejected look on his face that none could mistake for anything else but pure unhappiness. The great Elvish king was in the depths of despair, that none could lift him out of. He sighed an unhappy sigh. Celebrian had been the only one who had ever been able to lift him out of the depression he was inclined to fall into.

Her tender touch had done miracles for Elrond. Oh, how he missed his dear wife. She had been the most precious gift the Valar could have given to anyone. It was no wonder that she had been called home to Valinor earlier than he. No one else could ever fill the void that had taken up eternal residence in Elrond's soul. Only a few more years till he took the ship to Valinor himself with all his children, he hoped. If Arwen chose a mortal life... No, he would not allow her to marry Estel*, even if he did become King of Gondor. His daughter was simply to precious to lose to the bitterness of death and the sting of mortality.

He walked into his adab* noticed that everything was out of place! Someone had come through and totally massacred his room. Not one piece of clothing was left hanging in his closet, nor folded in his drawers. Elrond could not fathom what they could have possibly have been looking for. He felt Vilya* suddenly become heavier. That was it! Someone had been looking for his ring, one of the great Elvish rings of power. But who? No one knew that he was the keeper of this power ring, only those who were in his family and they would not tell. Gil-galad had passed it on to him just has he took his finally breath and left Arda forever to live in the Halls of Mandos.

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Arwen felt rested after her short nap. It was her Elvish ability that her body was made to heal its self and would do so if given the chance. Finding a smaller and much younger version of her beloved father had been quiet a shock, and she had not been mentally prepared for it. He was such a sweet boy; she wondered how her father was going to tell himself that he was the same person just much older.

I hope that Ada* tells him a gentle way. He has been so much lately I would hate to see him get more emotionally hurt that he already is. Ada has not said much about his growing up years, but I can tell that they were not exceptionally nice to him.

Poor Elrond will not take the news that Elros chose mortality over being elf-kind. That will be a sore blow to him. Whenever Ada talks of his brother I can tell he loved him very much. They need each other right now, I just hope that they can see it as well as I can.

Arwen rose from where she had been lounging and went to see how the two Elrond's were coming along. On her way to the practice field Glorfindel passed her in the hall. A worried looked marred the golden elf's fair face.

'Glorfindel, what ails you, mellon-nin?'

'I just found out you steal my horse in the movie. I hate you, Arwen!' Glorfindel becomes hysterical and runs off to cry.

'I wouldn't steal your stupid horse if someone paid me to do it,' Arwen stomped off down the hall away from Glorfindel. Muttering under her breath, "Stupid Liv Tyler how dare she ruin my perfect image. One day I'll kill that Glorfindel. Oops, did I say that out loud?'

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Okay, so maybe that didn't happen, but it sure was fun to write. Back to the real story where Arwen and Glorfindel don't hate each other. Well, not yet anyways.

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'Glorfindel, what ails you, mellon-nin?' Asked a very concerned Arwen. She was constantly worrying about how other's were instead of herself. The look on Glorfindel's face was not a good sign that all was well with her father.

'It is your father, Undómiel*. I am worried about him. This morning I went looking for him and could not find him anywhere. Finally after searching for about an hour and a half I found him out by the practice field. He did not look happy so I asked him, 'Elrond, what is wrong, mellon-nin?' And he said, 'I have failed, Glorfindel. I have failed.' After that I could get naught out of him.'

'Oh no! This is terrible. Where is father now? Tell me there was someone else with him when you last saw him. Please tell there was.'

'No, there was not. Pray tell me, Arwen, who might you wish for him to be with.'

'A boy, a very young Elfling.'

'There was no one with your father last I knew. Who is the mysterious Elfling you speak of. Someone I might be able to help you find?'

'Tis... I am not at the liberty to say who 'tis. Please, just help me find him and I will explain later.'

'We shall split up. Therefore it will be easier to find him. You shall cover the western part of Imladris and I the east.' With that Glorfindel and Arwen split up to look for little Elrond. This would not be good if someone found him and did not know the story behind it.

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Bilbo was taking a brief break from writing in his book. One could only sit still for so long you know. He had been working on it for most of the morn and had decided to see if he could acquire a second breakfast of sorts. Elves were so strange, no wonder they were all so thin, that didn't eat enough in Hobbit standards that is. Well, as Bilbo was on his way to the kitchen he was humming over a few lines of a verse he had been thinking up for his friend, the Dúnadan.

'All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not whither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall the blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

While he was thinking over the lines to his little poem song thing Bilbo was not looking were he was going and tripped over a small form huddled up at the base of a tree. Upon closer inspection Bilbo found that it was a small Elvish child fast asleep. There were tears upon the child's cheeks; he looked worn out completely. Bilbo's heart was moved by this pitiful sight. He could not help but wonder who this young Elf was. There were young Elfing's around Rivendell that he knew about. Perhaps Lord Elrond would know. He sat down by the young lad and waited until he awoke.

*Thâm- hall
*Adab- chamber (literally house)
*Mellon-nin- my friend
*Ada- Father or daddy
*Undómiel- Evenstar

*Vilya- an Elvish ring of power.
*Estel- means Hope in Elvish. Aragorn's name when he was young.

A/N: This chapter was hard for me to write, but I finally did it. Hope you enjoyed it. Next time the update will not take so long. I promise