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A/N my very first Fic so please be kind! I am open to suggestions put nicely, but I am scared of fire so no flames please!

Chapter 1 Departures

Sighing as he laid a hand on his son's gray stallion's shoulder he looked up at his grim faced son. The cold dead stare he received in return was barely recognizable. The chills that raced up his spine were interrupted by the sound of soft hoof falls coming up behind him. Elrond's gaze fell on his other son, the two were identical to most, but to their father they couldn't be more different. The only thing that the twins shared, as a mirror image was the numb look in their eyes, the cold indifferent look they shared took his breath away.

"Please, Ion nins be careful." The twins looked into the begging eyes of their father, they knew that his heart was torn in two.

"Ada, we will return soon, the Dunedain need our aid."

Elrond nodded at his son there was no denying the help they had been to them and they had likewise always been friends of the elves of Imladris. Carefully he chose his next words before speaking

"Yes Ion nins but Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta taluva a' lle. Please I could not bear to loose you as well. The yrch are not worth it. Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'"

At the mention of the foul beasts, the twins stiffened and hot ire bubbled to the surface. The anger they felt was always burning under the surface and bursting fourth at a moment's chance.

" Avo 'osto Ada, we will return, you have my word."

Without another sound the twins turned their mounts and strode out of the courtyard. As they cantered easily up the clay path out of Imladris they rounded the bend and were gone from sight.

Turing Elrond looked at the gardens that surrounded the courtyard; he could see clearly the form of a beautiful ellith. Clasping each of her slender hands swung two rambunctious elflings eyes sparkling with mischievousness and mirth as they laughed with their nana. The elf lord smiled at the sight, he blinked and they were gone, an empty courtyard was all that remained. With a sad smile the broken lord turned and walked silently into the main house. Walking through the quiet house on the way to his study

Mellon nin absenen. Elrond looked over his shoulder to find the source of the quiet voice. He saw a tall elf with golden hair his green eyes showing compassion and concern for his lord and friend of old.

"They will be back as always."

Elrond looked at his trusted advisor and friend.

"No mellon nin I am afraid my sons left quite some time ago. They died inside when Celebrian sailed. Their grief turning to rage, they have no light left in their hearts." Glorfindel knew not what to say, the last few centuries had rendered a change in the once the joyful twins. Glorfindel sadly agreed with Elrond. The twins had fallen.

"Hebo estel Elrond"

Elrond regarded Glorfindel for a moment; he knew Glorfindel like him had given up hope a long time ago, however he appreciated the comfort nonetheless.

"Hannon le mellon nin." Elrond said softly before retreating to the solitude of his study. Glorfindel watched all this transpire with a heavy heart it had been the same for the past few centuries, the twins running from their grief hunting down the yrchs who had wounded their mother lady Celebrian so grievously that she did not recover in her heart and sailed for the undying lands to regain her spirits. She left in her wake a heartbroken husband, two angry sons and one lonely daughter behind. Arwen, after the departure of her mother fled the memories that resided in every corner of Imladris. She left for Lothlorien to live with her grandparents. The twins Elladan and Elrohir were forever gone from Imladris hunting the yrchs, and Elrond had retreated into himself living in a world ruled by grief and guilt. Elrond held himself responsible for his wife's departure. No one would have been able to help the tortured lady, even though Elrond was one of the most talented healers in all of Arda some wounds run to deep.

Glorfindel shook his head sadly he walked into his office.

Elvish translations

Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta taluva a' lle (Do not go looking for trouble it will come to you)

yrch (orcs)

Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au' (I shall weep until I see thee again)

Avo 'osto Ada, (fear not dad)

Absenen mellon nin (Sorry my friend)

Hebo estel Elrond (have hope Elrond)

Hannon le mellon nin (Thank you my friend)