A/N: I know the genetics involved when it comes to having twins, and that the specific tendency to have twins is carried by the mother. However, for my story purposes in Middle-earth, and because I don't think Tolkien was a biologist in any regard, we're going to go a little against biology here. That is my only warning for this chapter.

And as you can see at the very end, I am opening it up to a sequel, should I find time to write it. Just who will the main characters be for that? We shall see…

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Epilogue

A few months later….

Elladan woke early to soft breathing beside his ear. It startled him at first, still not used to the amazing feeling of waking up to one ellyth beside him, but when he realized where he was and all that happened in the past few months, he let out a long, comfortable sigh. He turned to his side, and carefully wrapped his arm about her waist to pull her sleeping form more closely against him. She stirred slightly but did not wake, burying her head more into the crook of his neck.

Sometimes he wondered if it was all an illusion and he had been in this illusion for an extended amount of time, about to wake up. He had been so ready to proclaim his mortality, to live a shorter life, so that he would not have to go to Aman and see Silaerín living a happy life free from him. But then, completely unbeknownst to him, she appeared out of nowhere, like an oasis in the deserts of Middle-earth. The moment he saw her, recognized that it was her, and realized that she had not sailed to Aman, he felt his heart literally leap from his body. And the moment he embraced and kissed her, his world slid back into place and into the peaceful groove it had been in before he made the foolish decision to leave her in the first place.

What he could not even begin to understand, though, was why she had forgiven him so easily. But he knew he would never take their love for granted any longer, because he had always planned on perhaps going back to her after the troubles of Middle-earth were under control. He had taken her for granted then, and that could have been the reason why he had been so hurt when he found out she was to sail to Aman. He had never thought she would actually do it.

Except it was no longer worth worrying about, because they had ended up together, in each other's arms and now wed.

Smiling softly to himself, he moved his hands up her shift-covered body to her face and caressed her cheek with his fingers. She shifted slightly, some of her pale hair falling into her face. He moved the hair back behind her ears and leaned down to place a kiss upon her lips. The traveling party had arrived late in the evening, bathed and had tumbled straight into bed to rest from their arduous journeys over the past few months, and he had been unable to share with her in her view, once more, of Imladris after having not seen it in so long. He was ever eager to do it now, and show his new wife off to the inhabitants of Imladris that still remained.

Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a sea of bright blue, and she smiled, "Good morning, meleth."

"Good morning," he said, kissing her brow. "How are your aches from riding?"

"They are much better, thank you," she replied with a laugh. "I am lucky that you were such a good pupil when it came to your father's teachings."

Elladan smiled, "Aye, you are."

"Of course, I could always have Elrohir do it," she said and kissed him.

"And he would do it just to spite me," Elladan nodded his head and ran his fingers through her hair. "Are you ready to leave this serene place and take a walk with me?"

Silaerín glanced around the room for a few moments, and he watched as her eyes lit up and her smile grew larger. "I had forgotten where we were."

He chuckled, "We are home."

"Home," she said quietly, in a good amount of awe. "In Imladris."

Elladan loved how the innocence returned to her demeanor when she spoke of Imladris in such a way, as though she could not believe it was actually true. He noticed her looking around the large room again, "When I was here, I often wondered what was behind these doors. I also almost found enough courage to come in and hide in the wardrobe, but I decided against it."

"You would have never been able to accomplish it," he replied, loosening his grasp on her and moving off the bed. "You are not as stealthy as Elrohir or me."

"Nay, I think it is because I am not as bold as you are," she said. Silaerín threw her legs over her side of the large bed and stood up, walking to the trunk of her things that was brought in upon their arrival, but not taken care of yet.

He watched her as she searched through it for an appropriate gown, and she finally chose one of pale blue. She glanced at him quickly and raised her brows in question. Elladan sighed, "I just cannot believe that you are here, and you are my wife. I never thought I would see you again, after…"

"It was meant to be, some way or another," she replied, quietly pulling the gown over her head and tying the string behind her back. He went to dressing himself, and when he was done, he glanced back at Silaerín who was brushing through her hair. Elladan chuckled lowly to himself and found a comb to care of his own hair, but she was there, motioning him to sit down at the dressing table in the room. Soon her delicate fingers were wrapped about in his hair, braiding it skillfully and quickly. She leaned over him when she finished, kissing the top of his head.

"Silaerín, I need to speak with you about something," he said evenly.

She paused briefly, glancing down at him in a suspicious fashion, as he could see her in the mirror behind him. Silaerín sighed and sat down beside him on the bench, gazing at him, "What is it, meleth?"

"Elrohir told me that he told you about my dreams after we found our mother," he said. "And I wanted to speak with you about them, though they no longer haunt me."

"Tell me," she replied.

Elladan took a long breath, and met her eyes, "When we found my mother, it was in the worst conditions. She had been tortured and raped by those filthy creatures more times than we could ever possibly know. She was hanging onto the last thread of life. We were so very scared that our mother would die on the ride back to Imladris, but we were lucky to arrive in just enough time for Ada to save her hroa. She healed in body back to her full strength, but her spirit was forever darkened. The things she lived through while in the orcs' torment constantly replayed in her mind, growing more and more troublesome for her. We worried about her, tried to help her, but nothing worked. It seemed that nothing would ever help, even if she went to Aman."

He continued, "What I am trying to say is that my fëa is weaker than the average ellon, because of the Edain blood. I feel fear more than ellyn, and I was as affected as she was. I dreamed again and again of happening upon her in the orc cave. They way she was bloodied and bruised and broken was my foremost thought in my mind the year before she left. But over that time, my visions changed. They were still of me rescuing an elleth from the orc cave, and in the fashion I found my mother in, but the elleth turned into you. I thought it odd, and tried to stop the visions, but they kept returning. There is a touch of foresight in my siblings and me, and I grew scared that you would suffer the same fate as my mother. I could barely survive my mother being hurt like that, I could not even fathom what would happen to me if that happened to you. Especially if I was responsible for it, by wedding you."

By this time, he realized a few tears were falling down her cheek, and he reached out to brush them away. "I know it is not something that is pleasant to hear, but that is why I had to push you away from me. I had no idea of what would happen to you… I still do not, but at least now I realize it is much better to have you for a short time than no time at all, if that should happen."

Silaerín sniffled slightly and turned her eyes from him, "I feel horrible now… for what I accused you of when you were in Mithlond."

Elladan sighed, and placed his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her head up so that he could look into her eyes, "What you accused me of was true, Silaerín. You had no way of knowing what was going through my mind… that I could grow so scared over something that normally would not cause such an action in an edhel. But one thing remains. I shall forever be worried about what could happen to you, but I will learn to deal with that fear."

"Elladan, I know not what to say in response to that," she said quietly.

"You need not say anything, meleth," he replied, kissing her tenderly and embracing her closely to him. "I thought that perhaps this information might give you more of an insight to the way I act when it comes to trying to protect you."

Silaerín smiled gently, "I love you, Elladan. And I understand."

"You could not possibly love me more than I love you," he said in only a faintly jesting voice. They stayed silent for a few moments, content to stay in this place and in this embrace for his entire life. But he knew they had things to see to. "Let us go."

"Aye," she said, following as he took her hand and pulled her up. They left the room, and walked along the airy corridors, and Silaerín found herself recalling the directions and rooms that they passed. He led her out to the main portico off the second floor of the house where his father, Glorfindel and Erestor sat sharing their morning meal with Elrohir.

"You two are out of bed rather early," said Glorfindel with a smirk.

Elladan was not sure who did it, but someone kicked Glorfindel from beneath the table. The advisor went off on a good natured tangent, but Elladan and Silaerín continued to the end of the portico, where the best vantage point was to look out over the city. They paused, and Silaerín looked out over the land, letting a soft sigh escape her lips. He leant over, whispering to her, "Behold your land, Silaerín, Lady of Imladris and Mithlond…"

She smiled at him, "It is about time."

He laughed at that, and then took her back to the table where they sat for the morning meal.

Roughly 113 years later, after the death of Elessar and the fading of Arwen…

She looked out at the land, now slowly becoming more and more visible as their ship pierced through the heavy fog. Green mountains rose high up into the blue sky, seemingly a product of the fog and not of the land, the way the thick air hung low to ground. The sun shone bright, trying to burn away this fog so that she could just barely make out the outline of the port city. She thought she would have seen this sacred land much sooner than this, but she was glad she had not. This was how it was mean to be, here with her husband and her newly born children.

The babe in her arms squirmed restlessly, and she glanced down, meeting the large grey eyes. Silaerín smiled, the babe reciprocating it readily, even though she had just woken from her nap. She wiped away the drool now on the babe's lips and lifted her up so that she could placed a kiss on her brow. A shadow fell across them, and she glanced up to find Elladan standing beside her and gazing down at the small babe.

"Where is Meneliel?" he questioned, reaching over and taking Ithilriel's right hand in his infinitely larger one. Ithilriel giggled, and grasped her father's thumb with her tiny fingers.

"Your brother took her, and the last I saw them, he was regaling her with a tale of one of your infamous exploits," Silaerín replied, readjusting Ithilriel in her arms.

But their questioned were answered when there was a loud wail from behind them, and Elrohir came walked quickly toward them. Elladan laughed, "What did you do now?"

"I know not," Elrohir said, quickly handing off the dark-haired babe to Elladan. The babe quieted quickly, and Elrohir grunted, "I do not know what she finds so different about me."

Silaerín laughed, "She knows who her father is, Elrohir. And we know well your stories are quite frightening sometimes."

"So I was not born a bard," he said with a small laugh.

She smiled and looked back down in her arms at the silver-haired fraternal twin gurgled for more attention than she was receiving. Silaerín had always thought the possibility of having twins was a large one, but she did not think that if she had twins, they would turn out so different from each other. The eldest was Ithilriel, with hair of the Falathrim blonde like her mother, and grey eyes like her father. The younger of the two, Meneliel, had the dark hair like their father's side of the family, and Silaerín's blue eyes. Their personalities could be no more different, either; Ithilriel the quiet, well adjusted one, and Meneliel the loud, discontent one.

Silaerín chuckled to herself, recalling when they were born and the first time Elladan saw both of them together. His comment was not that they were beautiful, or that they were miracles, but that they were at least 'easy to tell apart'. She had laughed then, knowing of the stories he had told her of all the times he was blamed for things he did not do because he was so identical to Elrohir. And really, she was glad they were so different from a mother's stand point. At least she would never mix them up.

The ship anchored at the dock, and the process of unloading slowly began. They were the first to be shown from the ship, and told that their things would come along later. Soon Celeborn, who had stayed with them in Imladris since he left Lórien and Galadriel left Arda, followed them and joined them. As they walked from the docks toward the solid land, she breathed in the warm air… such a different climate than where they had come. It would take some getting used to, but she would be happy to do that.

There was a carriage of some type waiting for them to take them the short distance to the dwelling her grandfather now was sharing with his Telerin kin that had stayed in Aman. Arriving very shortly after they began this new journey, they were helped out of the carriage and guided by a steward around the long promenades and staircases toward a pair of large doors that opened up onto an equally large, light room, many windows cut out of the stone walls. She noticed first her grandfather standing and speaking with Galadriel, and then glanced around the room to find Elrond and Celebrían now standing quickly. Silaerín smiled brightly to herself, seeing Celebrían there, looking much better than she had when she left Arda.

Celeborn went off to greet Galadriel, and Silaerín glanced up to look at both Elladan and Elrohir's faces. They mirrored the identical look of relief, seeing their mother come toward them again. Celebrían first took Elrohir into her arms, hugging him closely before stepping back to look over him, making sure he was well. After dismissing him to Elrond, she turned to them and did the same to Elladan, speaking many happy things. Silaerín sighed. At least Celebrían had healed. That was when Celebrían turned to her, and smiled brightly.

The lady took her into a hug as well, making sure not to smother the babe between then, and placed a kiss upon her brow. Celebrían stepped back and smiled, "Welcome, iell nín."

Silaerín smiled, "Thank you, Celebrían. You look well."

"I feel well," she replied but was interrupted by the gurgling giggle between them. Celebrían glanced down at Ithilriel, and then up at Silaerín, "May I?"

"Of course, my lady, You are their grandmother, after all," Silaerín said, offering the babe.

Celebrían took the child into her arms, and cooed lovingly at it, "What is your name, pen neth?"

"Ithilriel," Silaerín replied, glancing at Elladan who was being welcomed by his father. And then the two ellyn were entranced as they spoke of the second child in Elladan's arms.

Elladan told his father the second was named Meneliel, and Elrond went to inspecting the child, cooing quietly. Celebrían sighed, "My grandchildren are lovely, Silaerín."

Elrond glanced up at Silaerín then, and smiled, "Did you help with their naming?"

"Nay, my lord," Silaerín laughed. "I trusted that Elladan could do it himself. But he and Elrohir teasingly call them Nad Min and Nad Tad."

Celebrían laughed and shifted the babe in her arms, glancing at Elrohir who was looking on, "Now, my son, we must get you settled."

meleth- love

Meneliel- Heavenly daughter

Ithilriel- Crowned with the moon

Iell nin- my daughter.

Pen neth- young one

Nad Min- Thing One

Nad Tad- Thing Two