A/N Only one more chapter to go! I wish to thank everyone who encouraged me to not give up with this story. Also, a big thank you to everyone who read and reviewed this story, you all mean a lot to me.

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The trip to Valinor seemed to take a lifetime. Elrond never once took his eyes off his son, nor let his grip go on him as if he were afraid if he did, his son would give up living, and he would die right there. If Elrond had of known just how close to death Elladan was, he probably would have given up on all hopes of his son ever living and would have joined both his children in Mandos as well.

What should have been a joyful journey, was nothing but a trip full of fear and anxiety. Even the thoughts of being reunited with his beloved Celebrían could not cheer him up; in fact, it caused him to be even more scared. How would he explain his failure to keep his children safe and alive? Not only would he have to tell her their daughter decided to join the race of Men, and they would be forever sundered from them, but now he needed to try and explain to her one of their sons was dead and the other barely clinging to life.

As the ship approached the shores of Valinor, Elrond began to feel even more anxious. Would these shores be enough to bring his son back and would his wife forgive him? Elrond was so lost in thought he did not even hear the soft footsteps of Círdan approach him. "My Lord Elrond, we have docked. Shall I help you unboard?"

Startled, Elrond looked up into the old but sad blue eyes of his friend before shaking his head softly. "Yes, please."

Smiling, Círdan gently and carefully took the still body of Elladan from his father. As he looked at the fragile face of his friend's eldest, he couldn't help but tear up as he beheld all the guilt and pain etched onto his face. Even so close to death the young Peredhel could not find peace. When Elrond stood up, he let Círdan know he was ready to leave and the Shipwright handed Elladan back to his father. "May your son and you find healing and peace on these shores," he said bowing.

"Thank you, my friend," Elrond answered. Motioning to Glorfindel, the two unboared the ship never to look back. When they stepped foot on the shores, the first person to greet them was Celebrían. Instead of a smiling face, she wore an expression of fear and pain. Elrond frowned, for the last time he saw her look this way was when she had been in Middle-earth after her attack. "Oh meleth, I am so sorry. I never thought our reunion would be under these circumstances," Elrond said so softly Celebrían had to strain to hear.

"What happened? Where is Elrohir?" she asked looking around hoping her youngest would jump out from behind Glorfindel or her husband.

"Let us get Elladan inside please, and I will explain."

Celebrían nodded, and with the help of Glorfindel, the three made their way inside where Celebrían had been staying. Once inside, Elrond told her what happened as he started to take care of Elladan. When he finished, Celebrían broke down into sobs, and Elrond held her until she could cry no more. "Will he live?" she finally asked.

"Only time will tell. I am hoping he will find the strength to live but—" Elrond could not bring himself to finish, and for the first time since he beheld his son, he broke down himself and pleaded with the Valar to please spare his son.


For many weeks, Elladan lay in-between life and death, his fëa now near beyond saving. His mother refused to leave his side since she saw him and his father and Glorfindel could not convince her to rest. Several times, Elladan would stop breathing, and Elrond would frantically work to bring him back while Celebrían would be supported by Glorfindel.

It was on one such occasion the door to their home was opened, and all three gasped in complete shock. "Elrohir? How…how can this be?" Elrond whispered not trusting his voice.

Smiling sadly, Elrohir took his mother in his arms before he answered. "I will explain later, but right now, let me save my brother."

At first, Elrond was hesitant to leave his son, but both Glorfindel and Celebrían managed to convince him in the end. "Elrond, if Elrohir has been released this soon, it must be to save Elladan. Trust him," Glorfindel urged his friend.

Elrond looked at his eldest then back at Elrohir and finally allowed both his wife and friend to escort him out. Before he shut the door, he looked back at Elrohir who left to sit by his twin. "Please, Elrohir, if the Valar let you leave Mandos this soon to help your brother, then please, bring him back to us."

"I promise. Elladan will not die Father."

When the door shut, Elrohir took his brother's hand squeezing it gently, and once more, he poured all his energy and love into him as he entered his mind. "Please Elladan, I do not know if you can hear me, but you must come back to us. Do not let go. You are loved, and I forgive you. Do not give into this guilt or grief; I am here."


Elladan had no idea how long he slept, all he knew was he did not want to wake up. He could hear his father beg him to please hold on and not give up, but the last thing he wanted to do was live. After all, he murdered his twin! But try as he might, his father would not let him give in nor would his mother or Glorfindel.

As he slept on, he felt his body slowly giving out on him, but he also felt a strange sensation. No, it was not strange, it was familiar. Elladan tried to think where he felt this feeling before but his mind was clouded over, and he could not remember. Whatever it was, it was soothing and made him feel safe, and he settled into a deeper sleep allowing the presence to envelop him tighter. Soon, he began to hear a soft voice inside his head, one he had not heard for what seemed like ages calling out to him. "Wake up Dan. Come back to me."

Dan? The only person to call him that was Elrohir, but he was dead so that couldn't be him. "Dan—brother, do not let go. Open your eye and look at me." There the voice was again. Not able to ignore the voice any longer, Elladan slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a strange room and staring at him with a worried but relieved look on his face was—Elrohir? "Ro!" Elladan exclaimed not believing his eyes.

Elrohir half cried, and half laughed. "Yes, it is me. Oh, you had me so worried. I thought you were going to leave me."

"But what happened? Where am I and how are you still alive? I saw you die…I killed you." he said tears beginning to fill his eyes.

Elrohir frowned. "Yes, I was dead, but it was not your fault. You had no idea what you were doing. I will not get into details for that is not important. What is important is you are back, and nothing is ever going to separate us again."

Elladan was still confused. "But if you died then how is it you are still here?"

"I was released from Mandos Halls shortly after Father and Glorfindel brought you overseas. When Glorfindel found us, you were barely alive. Father said you were fading from grief and the only way to save you was to sail. But when you arrived, you were too far gone, so I was released early for the Valar wanted to honor my bond with you. You see, since our bond was never severed in death, my spirit could not stay in Mandos."

Elladan was trying to take everything in, but his head hurt to think. It didn't matter, for his brother was here with him. Whether it was in Imladris or Valinor, it didn't matter. "I am so sorry, Ro. Please forgive me."

Elrohir smiled and caressed his brother's cheek. "Oh, Dan. As I said, there is nothing to forgive."

Leaning over, Elladan enveloped his brother in a hug, and soon the two were both in tears neither of them wanting to let the other go. They knew the rest of his family was waiting to see both of them including their beloved mother, but at the moment the two were content to be with one another. After all, it was not every day you were reunited with your reborn twin.

After a few moments, a knock sounded, and the door opened, and Celebrían entered carrying a tray of food. When she saw Elladan awake and sitting up with the support of Elrohir, she dropped the plate and cried out. "Elrond!"

Not even two seconds went by before footsteps could be heard and both Elrond and Glorfindel came bounding in the room. "Celebrían what is it?" Elrond asked.

Celebrían couldn't answer; instead, she just pointed to where their son sat looking at them alive and smiling. When Elrond and Glorfindel looked to where Celebrían was pointing both of them gasped. It didn't take more than three seconds before Elrond regained his composure and rushed over to take his son in his arms. "Oh, my son, you are alive!" Elrond pulled away and looked over his son to make sure he was alright.

Elladan laughed, "Yes, Father, I am alive. Thanks to all of you." Looking at his mother he held his hand out to her. "Mother?"

Not able to hold her tears in any longer, Celebrían ran over and took his hand before enveloping him in a hug. "Don't you ever do that to me again!"

"I won't Mother; I promise," Elladan said through tears of his own. Even Glorfindel could not stop crying himself and found himself hugging Elladan.

Elrond knew his son was still holding a lot of guilt in him for what happened and it would take a long time before he finally came to terms with what he did and could find it in himself to let go and move on. But they had all the time in the world, and his son also had his family to help him heal and recover he would.