Title: You'll see the sun again

Author: Niniel28B

Rating: PG13 (I think)

Genre: Angst

Warning: Character death, nothing handled in a graphic manner

Disclaimer: I took one sentence from New Lines "Early Script" so that belongs to them, the rest belongs to Tolkien and since I'm not so lucky to be Tolkien himself none of these characters are mine. I just play with them, and I promise to give them back once I'm done with them...Evil grin Also I'm not a Tolkien expert and I never claimed to be one, so any incorrections are the author fault only...

Summary: Elrond has been through so many losses in his life, what will happen when his sons come home from a hunt that turned into a battle, and Elrohir is badly wounded. Can good be brought by, by evil? Can Elrond ever heal from his losses or will he be forever lonely?

Spoilers: The Silmarillion, and minor ones for the Lord of the Rings

Author's note: I wish to say a Huge thank to Gilaladh Arasgaran, who helped me translate the elvish in this fic, and to Mor who helped me beta this. Thank you!

You'll see the sun again

Chapter 1

I love you, I always have and I always will...

Again the Lord of Rivendell woke up in the middle of the night thinking of his love, how pale and fragile she'd looked as she stood on the quay and bid him goodbye.

He'd tried to heal her after her encounter with the orcs, and her body was healed, but her soul he was not able to save. She lingered on in Middle-Earth for a while, trying to be strong for the sake of her children, but as time passed by her spirit faded and not even the love she had for her family could keep her in Middle-Earth.

Flashback

There she stood the love of his life, ready to leave for the undying lands, all she had yet to do in this world was to say goodbye. She had dreaded this moment ever since she had left Imladris, bound for the Gray Havens. Elrond and her sons had followed her there, wanting to put off the moment where they had to say goodbye as long as possible.

She had noticed the sorrowful glances her sons had laid upon her, when they thought she was not looking. How it hurt to leave them all behind like this, but she knew that if she did not leave soon she would finally fade irreversible and go to the halls of Mandos. But still it hurt to make everybody she loved suffer like this.

When they had arrived at the havens Galadriel and Celeborn and her daughter Arwen had come from Lothlórien to bid her a last farewell. Arwen had clung to her like she never wanted to let go, and in that moment she had seen a bit of Arwen's fate. "My child," she whispered as she held her daughter in a comforting embrace "never give up hope. For sometimes hope will be all you have to hold on to. Do not despair, my child, for hope is one of the strongest weapons in the world, never give it up." 'Like I have' she added to herself. Then she let go of her daughter and turned to Galadriel.

"Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya. Govaditham ad, meleth nín. Gûr nín nallatha na-den chên ad le. Melin le, sell nín. May the Valar protect you on your path under the sky. We will meet again, my love. Though my heart shall weep until it sees thee again. I love you, my daughter"

"Melin le, Naneth I love you, mother" she said throwing herself into her mothers warm embrace, and Galadriel held her, much like Celebrían had held her own daughter only moments ago. Finally she found the strength to tear herself away from her mother, turning next to Celeborn, her father.

"Ada..." she couldn't say anymore, just buried her head in his tunic like an elfling.

"Shhh Pen-neth nín, melin le a Naneth le bed thenin. Cenitham ad ven vi eriad veren. Avo 'osta...Shhh, my little one, I love you and your mother is right. We will see each other again in happier times.Don't be afraid..." Finaly after stroking her hair and whispering calming words in her ears he gently let go of her and pushed her a little away, reminding her that she had to go. Next in line were her two twin sons, the ones who had found her when she had been captured by the orcs. They looked so brave as they stood in the first light of the day, trying not to let on that in fact they were silently crying. "Do not weep for me, my sons. I will be with you always; remember that. You should be happy and not grieve for those whose time has come; you have such a capability for love. Do not waste it by mourning for me for eternity."

The last face in the row was her husband. She hated to cause him the pain of another family member lost to either the fate of the Edain or the Undying lands. He'd seen enough of that.

"Meleth nín My love" he said "Anírathon dhaer cheni le, dan ú-natha anann na-den aphadathon le I will miss you greatly, but mayhap it shall not be long ere I follow you." The last part was said in a bitter tone.

"Ú-chenion What do you mean?" she asked, suddenly afraid.

"Avo iston ae bulin vrona pen ban ad I don't know if I can bear to lose another one..."

"Shhh..." she stopped him mid-sentence by placing her small and now pale fingers against his lips. "Broniag, avo charig si, Meleth nín Darthathon an le a aníro cheni in chair tog le athra-aearon, dan an si dhorthon vi Arda. Nag anírannennin sí. Hîn vin voithar le, si ú-sui nu. Tiria chain an nin, avo bul chain thinno a dhrego i ardhon lû chain toliel nu. You have to endure; there is much you have to do yet, my love. And I will wait for you and long to see the ships carry you over the sea, but for now you must abide in Middle-earth, you are greatly needed here.Our children will need you, now more then ever.Please look after them for me, see to it that they do not despair and leave the world before their times have come."

"Natha, Meleth nín. Dan van charothon ir dhem non, ir in eraid thia ring a ar-ind, a nag ú-ennas echadi lhaug 'ûr chelegnen? I will see to it, my love. But what will I do when I despair, when the days seems cold and meaningless to me and you are not there to warm my frozen heart?"

"Harthathon i estel a i vîl an le togithon ah nin an Aman. Navaer, Meleth nín. Melin le, carnin an-uir, a charithon an-uir. . . You will have to trust to hope and the love for you I will bear with me to the Undying lands. Farewell, my love.I love you, I always have and I always will..."

With those last words she gave him a last lingering kiss, not really wanting to let go, but eventually breaking the contact and turning to the ship that would separate her and Elrond for what seemed like eternity, even to an elf."

End of flashback

Elrond sighed and pulled away his quilt. It was less than a year since Celebrían had left. Arwen had gone back to Lórien with her grandparents, not wanting to go to Imladris just yet. She wanted to be as close as possible to her mother, which she found easiest in Lórien with Galadriel.

Elrond went through the corridors of his house heading for one of the gardens where he and his wife had spent many an early morning. Now he went here to seek the comfort of the trickling of water and the last traces of the stars. The stars had not changed since her departure, in difference to almost everything else.

The twins had become quiet and would often sit in their mother's room, curled together in a tight embrace, seeking to comfort each other with their presence. Elrond was glad his sons could find comfort in each other; he wished he had still had Elros by his side, but he had died long ago. How his death had hurt. He remembered all too well the day he had had to give up his brother to the fate of mortal men, to which Elros had chosen to belong. He had been sitting by his brother all day waiting for the inevitable to happen...

Flashback

Elros turned his head to look at his brother.

"How beautiful the stars are, can you see them El? Do you see how bright they shine, twinkling down to us, it's almost like they invite us to come walk among them..."

"Yes my brother, I do see the stars..." Elrond's voice trailed off as sorrow took over. Tears evident in his eyes.

"Would you still have wanted to be my brother, if you'd known this would happen, if you'd known that I would choose to be counted among the Edain, that I would eventually die and course you so much pain?" He had asked that question, his eyes suddenly scared, and it hit Elrond that his twin was afraid of dying, exactly like he, himself were scared by the thought of never seeing his brother again, the anguish of that thought almost unbearable, but still the joy of having known him at all made it all worth it.

End of flashback

Elrond almost couldn't bear it anymore, so many losses. First his father had sailed to Valinor to implore the Valar to take mercy upon the children of Eru. Then his mother was lost to this world. And eventually Elros had died, and now he'd lost his wonderful wife, how was he to survive this last blow to his heart, which stirred all the others and made the anguish of long accepted loss surface again?

Glorfindel had awoken early this morning with a strange sense that somethin was amiss, though he couldn't exactly tell why he had felt this way. He hurried clothing and instead of going to the dining hall as would have been his usual choice at this time of the day he went to the gardens not sure why, but his heart told him it was right to do so, and his heart had usually led him right. Like that dreadful day when Gondolin had fallen. It had been a night of celebration and he had been walking in the garden most of the night, feeling anxious, but he had put it down to the excitement of the coming dawn, and so it was that he stood on the walls along with all the other inhabitants of Gondolin, awaiting the sun.

Flashback

But it was not the light of the rising sun they saw. Instead of the warm light of the sun in the east, they were greeted by a red light from the north, from the tortured land of Angmar.

The battle had been terrible. At the time this happened Glorfindel had not know how Morgoth's servants had found the city, but later it was discovered that it was Maeglin who had betrayed them.

Some of the elves had been prepared for some evil to happen, though. They had had the same uneasy feeling as Glorfindel, but had done more about it than he had. Of course he had helped them build the escape route, but had never really thought it necessary. Now it saved his life, along with the lives of Tuor, Idril and their child Eärendil.

They had run away from the ruined city, while behind them they could still see the roaring fires licking the formerly grand buildings of knowledge and light.

Glorfindel was one of the only warriors who had escaped with the group, but the few who were there had taken it upon themselves to guard the rest of the group.

They went to the mountain pass for passage, but there, just as they turned a corner of the narrow road a monster of fire and shadow appeared before them. It was one of the most fearsome creatures ever seen on Middle Earth.

He had battled the monster and thus saved the rest of the group, but it had been a bitter victory for himself, as he died along with his foe. But yet he was happy that they did not see him die, that they had run when he told them to. He did not want them to see him so weak. Did not want their pity.

End of flashback

He hadn't paid much attention to his sense of danger, then, a fatal error which had led to the death of many a brave and merry soul; he would not make that mistake again!

As he entered the garden of Imladris he felt even deeper that something wasn't right, the birds did not sound as marry as usually and somehow it seemed like the rays from the sun was duller, almost dusty. Like they were coming through a veil of darkness.

Something definitely was wrong.

He felt such a deep heart wrenching sorrow this morning as he had not felt for a long time, and should certainly not have felt in the fair gardens of Imladris. In this, the last homely house.

As he walked further into the garden he saw Elrond sitting on one of the benches, starring at a delicate flower while he turned it in his fingers.

Glorfindel walked nearer, not sure it was a good idea, but the other elf looked so lost, so sad, that he could not just pass him by.

Glorfindel sat down next to the elven lord, but still Elrond did not acknowledge his presence. And Glorfindel began to doubt if he had indeed made the right decision to join his lord and not leave him to his own thoughts, but his heart had not allowed that, so now he had to stay, and try to help.

"You know Glorfindel, I still remember the scent of her hair, the sound of her laughter, the sparkle of her eyes" Elrond's voice cut through the silence in the garden. "I miss her so much"

Glorfindel just sat there for a moment, wondering what to say, he did not wish to hurt the elven lord beside him, but Elrond needed to open up again, accept life back. Since his wife had departed these shores he had withdrew into himself, afraid to let people into his heart again, afraid that he would be hurt again.

"You have to let her go, my friend" Glorfindel offered gently "you have to learn to live again. I know you are hurting, but you have to do it. It will better afterwards"

"I can't" Elrond said, his voice a mere whisper.

"You must try" Glorfindel encouraged.

After this last comment they both sat in silence for a long time, neither of them knowing what to do now.

Suddenly a messenger came running into the garden, but when he saw his liege he stopped dead in his tracks and regained his bearings, as best he could, before he approached the lord.

"Lord Elrond," he said, "Your sons have returned from patrol. Elrohir is badly wounded, my lord. I don't know if he will make it..." The messenger's voice trailed off as Elrond rose quickly and went for the house as fast as his feet would carry him.

When he reached the house everything was out of order, elves were running along the corridors without any real purpose, desperate to do something.

The servant who had informed Elrond of his sons return had followed his liege as he ran to the house and now showed him into the room, in which Elrohir had been laid on a bed.

As Elrond entered he heard the soft, anguished voice of his eldest talking to the person on the bed. "Elrohir... Elrohir listen to me." The voice said "Elrohir you've got to stay awake... just concentrate on my voice, just keep focusing on what I tell you, okay?"

Elrond rushed to the bed and looked down at his youngest. Elrohir's eyes were glanced and his breath was ragged. And he was quickly slipping into unconsciousness.

At first all Elrond could do was stare at his son, paralyzed by the thought of loosing another one and this one would be forever. Oh his life was leaving him so fast, was leaving with each rapid heartbeat.

It didn't take long though before the healer in Elrond kicked in, inside he was still crying, but on the outside he was calm and in control.