Alright guys, sorry I haven't updated. Hopefully this will make it right. In fact, I believe I will finish posting the story tonight. Hope that makes up for the lateness!

Reviewer Responses:

Lydia2= Du'elea. I think it's suppose to mean nightmare. Mom stole my copy of Silmarillion so I can't look it up right now. Glad you like this story and I hope you like that one as well.

arwens-light= Cool beans? You sound like my sister, she says that some. Here's a fundown of characters for you: Silhin is a little girl whose parents died awhile ago and was raised by her grandmother. Galwen and Adin are a couple who have taken Silhin in. Galwen was the woman who found the injured Faramir. Eluial is Glorfindel's wife from 'Faramir's story' Hope that clears it up a bit. Thanks for reviewing.

Arahiril= Wait no longer, here is the long awaited reunion between father and son. I hope it's sappy enough for you.

the evil witch queen= I'm glad I gave Glorfindel a wife, it gives me another story to plan. (I'm having visions of snowball fights in Lindon and a troublemaking scheme gone wrong…or maybe right. We'll see) All the answers to your questions are in this chapter.

Alex92= totally agree.

liaskye= He does have a lot of potential, doesn't he? Hopefully we'll see more of him in the Extended DVDs. *crosses fingers and mutters "Houses of Healing, Houses of Healing."*

LeeAn= I had a bit of trouble trying to explain that. Looking in the mirror and having it so disrupted exhausted both elves. Galadriel knew that a tired elf could find himself in danger (such as running into orcs) and could even be killed. It was really for Elrond's own good. (And I liked having him get drugged for a change. All the stories I read it's him drugging everyone else.)

Thanks also to Susan, Princess of Ithilien, and Selina for reviewing!

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Reunion

            Elrond and Aragorn entered the house only a few moments after Glorfindel and Silhin. They found Galwen sweeping frantically, though Aragorn doubted there was any dust left to sweep. Seeing Elrond, her eyes widened more and she paled a few shades. "Another elf? Oh dear, I don't know what to do, we don't have enough rooms, nor enough clean dishes. Ai Valar!"

            Aragorn patted her shoulder. "Do not worry, my lady. Lord Elrond and Lord Glorfindel will not be imposing on your hospitality. They wish only to see Lord Faramir, and can find housing elsewhere." Galwen relaxed noticeably and Aragorn gave his father an apologetic smile. The house, though two stories, was small and there was barely room for Faramir. Aragorn had been sleeping in the tents with the other soldiers and Éowyn had a small room in another house. The elves would have to stay with the soldiers, but at the moment Elrond didn't care if he had to sleep in a cave. He just wanted to make sure for himself that his son was alive and well.

            Somehow Silhin had managed to coerce Glorfindel in helping with the chores Galwen had given her, so Elrond went up the stairs to Faramir's room by himself, Aragorn silently leaving the house so that he wouldn't interfere with the reunion.

            Elrond found it easy to locate Faramir for he heard his son's voice clearly. "Éowyn, I am not crippled, I can sit up on my own!"

            "You should not overexert yourself," came Éowyn's stern reply.

            "I am not overexerting myself by sitting up in bed! Aragorn has even said that we may leave for home tomorrow so he at least thinks me able to sit up since I have to sit to ride a horse."

            The elf lord could hear the smile in Éowyn's voice. "I believe Aragorn means for you to be carried home on a litter. He wants to make sure you do not hurt yourself again."

            "What!"

            There was a pause before laughter broke out in the room. Obviously, Éowyn had been joking and it eased the tension. Elrond smiled as he entered the room to see his younger foster son sitting up in bed, apparently very healthy and anxious to get out of said bed. "I think a litter would be a good idea, it might keep you out of trouble for a bit, Tir."

            Faramir's eyes lit up in surprise and happiness at the sight of his father. "Ada! What are you doing here?"

            The vision from the mirror darted across the elf lord's mind. Elrond quickly made his way to Faramir's side and embraced him tightly. "Do not ever do that to me again, Tir!"

            "Why does this sound familiar?" muttered Faramir light-heartedly, but he hugged his father just as firmly.

            After a moment, Elrond released him and regained the 'solemn elf-lord' look that had momentarily left him in his relief. The elf lord also noticed that Éowyn had left the room, which he was grateful for. He wanted to talk to his son alone. "How do you feel? What happened?"

            Evidently Faramir had been asked this often for a look of annoyance crossed his face. "I am *fine*, but everyone is treating me like I am made of glass." He sighed. "Forgive me, Ada, I do not mean to be sharp with you. It is just that no one trusts me to do *anything* without supervision."

            Elrond smiled. "That will end with time. It did the time with the river, and when you caught pneumonia that one winter, and that orc attack, as well as when you went wandering off on your own and came upon that band of angry wolves. . . "

            Faramir laughed as his father dredged up time after time he had been hurt. "Perhaps Estel was right, I should be locked up in the Tower of Ecthelion for my own protection."

            "The Tower would probably catch on fire and burn to the ground."

            The Steward grinned. "That is exactly what I told Estel."

            Father and son had a good laugh at that, before Elrond decided to continue his questioning. "I still do not know what happened. I only saw a vision in Galadriel's Mirror and knew you were in grave danger."

            Faramir did not want to tell his father for fear of another overprotective guardian, but there was no keeping a secret from the Lord of Imladris. "We were fending off the orcs that were attacking this town and I was injured. The wound was poisoned. I do not remember much, but it seems I was close to death at one point."

            "What poison was it." Ever the healer, Elrond of course wanted to know every detail.

            The Steward of Gondor shifted uncomfortably. "It was ringnar." //3. . .2. . 1. . //

            "What!" //Valar, ringnar! How in Varda's name is he still alive?// A lump formed in the elf lord's throat as he realized how very close he had come to truly losing his son.

            "I am fine now, though," Faramir said quickly, seeing Elrond's stunned and worried expression. "Both Aragorn and Gandalf have said that there have been no residual effects from the poison."

            "Mithrandir is here?"

            Faramir nodded. "He was the one who healed me. Estel said that it was because he bears Narya." The Steward had been very surprised when he had heard that. He knew that Elrond and Galadriel were Ringbearers, but he had not known that Narya had been held by the wizard.

            "That does make sense. Narya would give him extra power."

            "Yes." There was a pause in conversation but then Faramir took up the questioning. "So you looked in the Lady's Mirror?"

            "Yes."

            "I do not suppose you are going to tell me what you saw?" Elrond just raised an eyebrow. Faramir sighed. "I think I can understand that. It was bad?"

            //You cannot even imagine, my son.// "Horrible. Made even worse by the fact that Galadriel made me wait a day before I could leave."

            "I cannot see you staying there if you wanted to be somewhere else."

            Elrond grimaced. "She did not give me much choice." Faramir looked at him questioningly and Elrond smiled. "I have learned that it is not wise to accept drink from someone who wishes you to stay put."

            Faramir's eyes widened in astonishment and he grinned. "She drugged you! I did not think that was possible, it is you who keeps drugging everyone else!"

            "Shh, keep your voice down please, Tir. Glorfindel knows, but I would appreciate it if you did not tell anyone else."

            "Very well." Unfortunately the Steward had a mischevious smile on his face. "Regrettably, though, if my King is to order me to speak, I will have to tell him."

            Elrond groaned good-naturedly then laughed. "It is good to have you well, my son."

            "That it is." The elf turned as Gandalf the White entered the room. "Unfortunately I must ask you to let young Faramir rest now. You may talk to him later."

            Though Faramir protested about having to rest, Gandalf was firm and after another hug Elrond followed the wizard outside.

            Standing in the yard, Elrond and Gandalf watched Silhin try to teach Glorfindel how to play a child's game involving a wooden stick and a hoop. The Lord of Imladris turned his head to Gandalf. "My friend, how did he survive ringnar? Very few have the Ringbearers saved, and all of them elves."

            "If caught at the right time, even Men might be saved."

            "Then you caught the poison in time?" Elrond frowned at the look in the wizard's eyes. "Mithrandir?"

            "I will not soften my words to you, Elrond. It is a mystery to me how Faramir is still alive. When I arrived he had one foot in Mandos and was fading fast. I did what I could, but I was not expecting success. He is leaving tomorrow for Minas Tirith when in all rights he should be laying in his final rest in the House of the Stewards." Elrond's face paled and Gandalf smiled reassuringly at the elf lord. "Yet somehow, he is very much alive and healthy. His lungs were injured, but they too have healed. You have not lost your son." The wizard smiled slyly. "And in a month, you will have gained another daughter."

            Elrond had to smile at that and the color returned to his cheeks. "I believe Lady Éowyn is just who my son needs. Perhaps she may even keep him out of trouble."

            "And how likely is that?"

            "About as likely as the Anduin is to flow backward."

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So true, so true. He is always getting into trouble. And it seems to get worse later when…oops almost leaked some of the sequels to this. Can't be doing that, can we? =D