A/N: I am so sorry about the delay in posting this last chapter. I really didn't want to leave you hanging like that but my recent travels caught up with me and I was too tired to do anything but lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling.

Chapter Seven: The End

Elrohir shot up in his bed and took several deep breaths to calm his heart. Shakily he reached out a hand and lit the candle that rested on his bedside table. He ran his hands through his hair and tried to shake the feelings that had surfaced after the dream. He knew it was just a dream and he should go back to sleep but the feeling of dread would not leave him so he went to check on his family. Picking up his candle he pushed open the door to the adjacent room and silently padded inside. Elladan was lying on his side, facing Elrohir, his eyes open but glazed in sleep. Very gently Elrohir traced the line where the slash was made across his brother's throat and found only healthy solid flesh.

Satisfied that his twin was indeed alive and well Elrohir picked up his candle and went out into the hall. The young elf stopped a moment as he decided which way to turn – his younger brother's room was just across the hall but he was so shaken from his dream that he could not go there just yet, so instead he traveled down the corridor to his father's room. Elrohir paused, it had been ages since he had come to his father's room in the middle of the night. Suddenly the adult elf felt like a silly elfling and nearly turned away but the last image from his dream – the one of his father dying of grief – caused him to push forward. Slowly Elrohir made his way across the room until he could make out the shape of his father on the bed. Unlike Elladan, Elrond was sleeping on his back but he too was calmly walking in elven dreams. Elrohir smiled at the peaceful look on his father's face and leaned over to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Satisfied that his father was well Elrohir returned to the hall and made the short walk to his foster brother's room. Once there Elrohir's heart was gripped with an irrational fear and he found that he could not open the door. He had already found the other events from his dream to be false and yet some part of him feared he would open the door and find only an empty room. The young one breathed deeply and finally pushed the door open revealing not the empty room as Elrohir had feared but rather two beings where he had expected to find just one.

Glorfindel looked at the younger twin questioningly, "Elrohir? What are you doing up? I am supposed to watch him until morning".

The younger twin shook his head and leaned against the door jam as his mind raced, what had happened? Why was someone watching Aragorn through the night? Suddenly his memory returned – Estel had been injured by orcs on their last hunting trip and had nearly died from a stab wound. A wound, the elf thought, which was frighteningly similar to the one which had killed his brother in the dream.

As Elrohir was recalling recent events Glorfindel approached and gently touched the young one's shoulder, "Elrohir, what is wrong?"

The younger elf looked up at his mentor and smiled, "I forgot that he was injured."

Glorfindel narrowed his eyes at the young one then shot a quick glance at his charge on the bed, "Come, he is sleeping well. Lets go out onto the balcony and you can tell me what has brought you here tonight." After kissing his little brother on the forehead Elrohir let himself be led outside. The young elf was not going to burden anyone with his dream but when the golden haired warrior looked at him with those wise eyes his resolve melted and he told the elder elf everything. Glorfindel remained quiet for a few minutes after the tale was told – contemplating what he should tell the young one. Finally he sat on the balcony railing facing the younger elf, "Aragorn was hurt when the three of you split up to find game. In your mind you feel like you let him down so you started wondering what it would have been like had he never come here. What if games are dangerous Elrohir – believe me I know. We can never turn back time we can only go forward and make the best of what we are given. Although it is easy to think that if we would have turned left instead of right things would have turned out so much better but that is not always the case, they could have turned out much worse." The golden elf stopped a moment and smiled at the youngster, "Know this, he was meant to live here and the things which have happened were meant to happen. The challenges we face and the way we face them make us the people we are and you and he should never regret who you are."

Elrohir nodded, "You truly are wise ancient one."

Glorfindel smirked at the openly yawning elf, "Cheeky upstart – off to bed with you."

Elrohir was suddenly too tired to argue and obediently climbed to his feet and walked into Aragorn's room where he chose to join his younger brother in the bed rather than return to his own. The elf draped an arm across the man and smiled, all was well - his brother was right where he should be and life was good.

Glorfindel looked at the two and smiled – his and every elf's life in Imladris was blessed by the existence of these young ones. Slowly Glorfindel turned back to the balcony to leave the young ones to their sleep while he waited for dawn.

THE END

A/N: See a happy ending! Thanks for reading.