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Chapter 2
The Loss of a King
The years passed by and many trips to Minas Tirith were made by the twins, to visit Arwen and Estel.
The two were currently on yet another journey to Minas Tirith, for yet another visit to their younger sister and foster brother.
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A few days passed and the two had reached the gates, but to their surprise neither Arwen nor Estel were waiting for them. Instead, Elladan and Elrohir were greeted by their nephew, Eldarion. Eldarion waved to his uncles as they got off of their horses and then turned back towards the citadel, motioning for his uncles to follow him.
Once inside the citadel, Eldarion stopped.
"What is wrong Eldarion?" Elladan asked. "Where are Estel and Arwen?"
"Father decided this morning to go to the halls of Kings." Eldarion said gravely.
Elladan and Elrohir stood there for a few minutes before they started to calm down, and realization suddenly sunk in.
Elrohir was the first to come to his senses and was also the first to speak. "Then he is..." He trailed off sadness written on his face.
"No, not yet," Eldarion said, "I have a suspicion, that he knew that the two of you were going to arrive today, and so, I believe, he is waiting for you."
The twins turned and headed towards the Halls of Kings on the Silent Street, to speak to their brother for, possibly, the last time.
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The twins returned to the citadel in a rather sombre mood, after saying their final goodbyes to their foster brother, and their sister. They then went to say their final farewell to their nephew before heading back to Imladris until they decided to leave for the Undying Lands.
TBC...
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