Here is the last chapter. Sometime around spring break I should start having the next story up, I'm not sure how old they will be. They may be teenagers, but don't fear, I will be sure to go back and write some stories with them as children, I'm just not sure what to do for that yet.

Epilogue

5 Days Later

Thorhaen sat in the ranger camp a few days out of Rivendell. Many of the men were either out hunting or resting nearby. All but the most wounded of the rangers had been pronounced fit to travel. Those who weren't would be accompanied by a patrol of elves in a few days when they were well enough to return to the camp. The sound of quickly approaching hoof-beats caused him to glance up sharply. Rounding the corner was an elven messenger who didn't slow until he had ridden straight up to the ranger captain.

"Lord Elrond asked me to bring you news. Young Arrowlan passed into the Halls of Mandos due to her injury. Her brother followed shortly after. The line of Isildur has ended. Here is a message from my lord."

Thorhaen bowed his head in grief. Taking the message from the elf's outstretched hand, he bowed slightly in thanks. The elf nodded in return before wheeling his horse around and beginning the trek back to the Last Homely House.

As soon as the messenger was out of sight, Thorhaen turned the letter over, breaking open the seal.

Ranger Thorhaen:

Greetings, I trust my messenger reached you safely. The message he delivered is to be announced to the camp, however, there is more to the story. Both heirs of Gondor still live and are under my care. They will be fostered here in Imladris as my children. Their heritages will be hidden from all except for a select few. However, one person in the Dunedain should know that they still live, for when they are old enough they will have the choice to join your company in the Wild. At that time, they will be informed of their heritage. I bid you and your men good tidings.

Namarie,

Lord Elrond

Thorhaen furrowed his brow. The future of Gondor laid on two very young children…he only hoped that they grew up well and that Lord Elrond taught them all that they would need for their future. Tossing the letter into the fire, he stood to go gather his rangers and tell them the tidings.

Lord Elrond stood on the balcony of the nursery, watching the elven messenger ride out. The young elf should reach the Dunedain camp by late afternoon and hopefully would return to Imladris late in the night. It was no longer safe to stay out alone, however, speed was necessary for this journey.

Turning, he glanced at the two children still sleeping in their bed. The evening before, he had informed all those in the valley that the children of Arathorn had died due to injuries. He also announced that the two children his sons had brought in were to stay in Imladris has his foster children. The elf was just thankful that he had told no elves, outside of his advisors, who the children were before the decision to foster them had been made.

Elrond quietly walked over the bed, passing a hand over both of the young brows, whispering quietly to the still morning air.

"Estel …Serethiel. Yes the hope of man and peace of all. Your destiny will be with you in your names."

Sighing deeply at the heavy future of these two bright lights of the valley, the Lord of Imladris turned on one heel and walked out the door. Behind him, the sun peeked through the balcony windows, shining on the two edain who carried the weight of Middle Earth on their shoulders, and who would be hidden from their past, and future, for several years to come.

Finis

Elvish Translations:

Estel hope

Serethiel peace

Namarie goodbye, farewell

Edain human

Thank you my wonderful reviewers, don't worry more will come in a few weeks.