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AN: Thank you so much to all my reviewers and all those reading this story. This may be a little short, but not as much as the last one. Enjoy!
Elladan was depressed. Tears slowly, but silently streamed down his face leaving tracks on his cheeks. A terrible sense of loss seemed to fill his entire soul. He felt that there was a hole in his heart that would never be healed again. After his mother had sailed for the Undying Lands, he was sure that he would never be happy again. But then Estel had come into the family's life, and happiness and life seemed to come back to them all, especially him. He had a little brother to take care of, someone who looked up to him. But his father's death seemed to prevent even the slightest happy thought. Not even Estel could fill the gap in his heart.
Elrohir sat next to Elrond's bed holding his father's hand close to his heart, not wanting to let go. He cried openly when the tears would come, and other times he would just sit and contemplate just how fragile life was, even for an elf. He was always better at showing his emotions than his brother.
He turned his head to look at Elladan to see how he was holding up. When he looked, he saw pain and anguish written in his features. Only someone who knew him well could tell that he was having a very difficult time dealing with the loss and accepting what had happened. He remembered his brother having a similar appearance right after their mother had sailed. He knew the look very well, and it scared him. He could feel that Elladan was departing…maybe forever. He did not want his brother to sail so early in his life. He was not sure if he was strong enough to make him stay.
Glorfindel walked into the room carrying one of Elrond's elaborate and flowing robes. He could not bear to see his friend still lying on the bed with bloody clothing. He figured that it was the least he could do for him, since he was not there to save his best friend. Decisions as to what to do weighed heavily upon him. He was not sure what he should do with Vilya or what to tell the rest of Rivendell. All he knew was that he was not ready to be bombarded with so many problems. He tried his best to block them out of his mind so that he could grieve properly. He knew he could not face many people at the moment.
Elrohir rose from the bed and decided to give Glorfindel a hand with changing his father's robes. After they were finished, Glorfindel sat down heavily upon a chair that was situated next to Elrond's bed and placed his head in his hands and sighed. Elladan still stood in the corner of the room, unmoving. Elrohir spoke to Glorfindel in a soft voice.
"I worry for my brother. I am afraid that he is going to sail, for I do not think that his heart could take much more. After mother…left us, he had a hard enough time dealing with loss. He realized that he would see her again someday. But this time, ada died. He knows that this is the end, and he'll never see ada again." Elrohir let a small tear slide down his cheek.
"I know, Elrohir. I wish many things had changed, but I know they will not. We will have to cope as best we can and try to help Elladan along the way."
Silence seemed to last forever as both elves just seemed to look at the floor. Then, Elrohir realized something.
"How is Estel? I have not seen him. I cannot believe that I forgot about him! He must feel horrible. What kind of brother am I! I cannot believe..." Glorfindel cut him off in mid-sentence. "He is coping. Do not worry. Legolas is with him now. He did not want to come and see his father or you and your brother because he said that he could not face you. He will be alright. Just give him a little space and time."
Elrohir nodded solemnly. His eyes still showed regret and anger that were directed toward himself for acting so foolishly and for forgetting his own brother.
"Elrohir, why don't you try and get some sleep. You look like you could use it. I will try and talk to Elladan and see if I can at least get him to speak."
"I do not wish to leave for the sake of rest. But I will leave because I do not think that I can stand in this room any longer."
Just as Elrohir was about to leave, the door burst open. A blonde-haired elf in a long black cloak walked quickly through the door and took a seat next to Elrond on the bed. He took his old friend's hand with his and placed his other hand on Elrond's forehead.
Elrohir was completely bewildered and was just about to ask what was going on and who the elf was when Aragorn and Legolas came running in right behind him.
Sarniâ looked up from Elrond's body and quietly said, "Time is running out."
Aragorn quickly made his way to the other side of Elrond. Glorfindel had quickly vacated the seat complying with Aragorn's demand for him to move. He was stunned to see Sarniâ sitting before him looking as he did those many years ago. Elrohir was going to question them when Legolas said, "We'll explain later."
Aragorn and Sarniâ were ready to bring their father back and nothing was going to stop them.
AN: I hope to update soon, and hopefully Elrond will be back! More to come! Please Review!