Well here it is; the final installment. Tell me what you think; should I leave it as it is or continue it in a sequel?

Part 3

Several centuries later in the Third Age

"Brother you are home" Elladan says holding the horse's head as the rider dismounts. " Aye, Estel, it is good to have you back. Things have bee quiet around here. Too quiet," Elohir says smiling mischeviously "Are you or your friend injured?" " Nay not me, but he is. May I present Wolf. Wolf, my brothers, Elladan and Elhoir" The hooded ranger nodded swinging down from his horse. He winced slightly in pain before speaking, "It is only a mild shoulder wound. Stider. err Estel has seen to it." " He has many names, young one. As a ranger, you yourself understand that," A voice behind the brothers says. " He is Estel in Rivendell and among the Elves. I am Elrond, Lord of Rivendell." "I am pleased to meet you, my Lord," Wolf replied bowing as the horses were taken away. Elrond guided Wolf into the healing house as the three brothers followed speaking amongst themselves. " Ada, Wolf, if you do not need me, I will go change before dinner." Estel said as Elrond nodded while gathering supplies. " My Lords," Wolf spoke to the twins, "Would you be so kind as to fetchh my satchel from my horse's pack." " Servants will bring them to your room," Elladan replied. Elrond, catching the true meaning of the request spoke up, " Elladan, Elohir, please see to dinner and leave Wolf's satchel at the door. I will manage here." " Yes Ada," the twins replied, exchanging a glance, leaving the room. "I fear you have much to tell young Wolf. Please take down your hood." Elrond's face went pale as a pair of large blue green eyes greeted him. As the figure removed the cloak and stripped down to an under tunic, it became clear that Wolf was a woman and the familiarity of the eyes suddenly struck him. " Aye Eldelberth, my lady." "Do not fear for me my Lord. I am fleeing no master, nor a bad husband. I have neither. I was raised in Rohan. I am no lady, but a warrior. He gave a nod fighting to place those determined eyes locked on his as he lifted the tunic and removed the bandages. "My Lord" " Elrond, please lady " Elrond, I have heard that he that used to be known as Glorifindel of Gondolin resides here?" "Yes. You wish to speak with him?" Curiosity shown in his gray eyes, an unspoken question passing between them. " Yes. I was given the name Wolf for my work with some wolf pups. Wolf- girl, some even called me Half- wolf. When I became a ranger, I used it to remind me of home." She pulled back on her tunic "You ride as if taught by elves." "Nay, I was taught my men. Rhorrim at that. I have a knack for working with animals." Wolf pulled the cloak on and replaced her hood. "Will you wear that at dinner?" "Yes, I always do. Tell them I suffer from scars. It usually is enough to deter people." Elrond nodded as he silently led Wolf to her chambers. "I will keep your secret Wolf, for I sense you have much on your mind. Wait for me after dinner and I will see that you meet with Glorifindel."

In the library hours later
"My lord Glorifindel?" Wolf said from the shadows.
" Aye. You are called Wolf, a friend of Estel's" The golden lord said warily.
" Yes. I come bearing a message and something of yours. From Gondolin."
Glorifindel stopped pacing and starred into the black area created by the hood. Gloved hands handed over a letter and a package. As he sank into the couch by the window, Wolf faded into the shadows, to seek her rooms.
Two mornings later, Glorifindel walked through the stables and asked the stable manager if he had seen the lone ranger. Heading into the horse pasture, he saw her sitting behind a tree, facing the east, hood down.
'Sivervel?' he whispered and the woman jumped up in surprise. Neither spoke as they looked at one another. "Who are you, truly, child?"
" I am Wolf, a ranger, for that is the nickname my grandmother gave me. She said I remeinded of herself in days long past. But my real name is Altatha. My grandmother was Sivervel, her daughter and my mother was Reiswithan. She had your hair, but grandmother's eyes. She was killed three years ago in battle at my father's side."
Glorifindel just looked at the young woman while her words registered. " You greet the dayn, just like your grandmother, but how?"
"Mother was half elven and should have live many a millenia more. Grandmother's people were long lived, a gift to her people as protectors of the innocent creatures of Arda, the animals. She died late in the Second age, I had only passed my 10th year, only 5 by human standards. She never understood how she managed to outlive you, yet she did not. She never took another."
Glorifindel faced the sun, as did Altatha, and he placed an arm around her. Togeher they greeted the dawn, the unspoken bond of the wolf renewed once more.

Epilouge "So the vision was true with your mother," Elladan said smiling as the family was seated at the dinner table.
A lone wolf howled in the distance and another answered. Altatha's head shot up and her eyes met her grandfather's.
"I wonder if it is the pup we saw on the road," Estel said.
"Yes, that it is, the lost pup heeded my directions and returned home." Altatha said.
" Your directions?" Elrond asked.
"Aye for it is in my blood. And like the pup, I had to return to my pack, for the wolf that cries alone can only cry that of lost love. I hoped to sound the hunt song with my family once more."
"Yes my wolf-child. You had to track your family, no matter where they had strayed. For that is the love of the wolf."