To make up for the lack on storyline in the last chapter, heres the one you've (well some) have been waiting for! all the answered revealed! personally i'm not sure i like this chapter too much, so if you have any suggestions about making it better let me know!

Elanor stood at the archway her hand on a pillar, looking with both sorrow and warmth at the group before her. These few had taken the decision to take this perilous journey and it had taken more bravery than she could muster. But the thought that one, or perhaps all of them, may never return burnt sadness into her heart. Across the room her eyes met with Aragorns and held her gaze. His heart fell as he knew he must break his promise to her. The group disbanded and Aragorn crossed the space between them. He stood before her but Elanor could not meet his eye,

"Elanor, look at me," he asked and slowly she raised her head, "I cannot let Frodo face this alone."

"I understand." She said quietly, "The others will need you." Aragorn looked at her in silence. He was surprised by her reaction. He had expected her try and join them, to follow him.

"Talin and I shall return to Fornost tomorrow and tell the others of your decision."

Aragorn shook his head and paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words,

"Elanor," he began, "I have something to ask of you." Elanor looked at him expectantly,

"I must ask you to stay here, in Lord Elronds care." Elanor opened her mouth to argue but Aragorn continued speaking, "I do not know may lie ahead, but here you will be safe."

"Safe?" Elanor said in disbelief, "I will be safe in Fornost with the others."

"I cannot let you risk the journey. The wraiths will still be nearby. It is only by the power of Elrond that they have not crossed the borders of this land."

"I do not wish to stay here!" she said, her voice rising, "I want to return to my family."

"Elanor please," Aragorn said looking around. Her voice was attracting the attention of the others,

"These people are not my family, you are."

Aragorn sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair. Gandalf appeared behind them, having noticed their argument,

"Elanor, I think it best if you stayed with Elrond."

Elanor looked from the Wizard to Aragorn and raised an eyebrow,

"Why are you both so insistent on this? What is it that you hide from me?"

Gandalf looked at Aragorn and took Elanors arm, leading her away prying eyes. He guided her to a room filled with large bookshelves, a room she guessed to be Elronds library. Inside the room, Elrond looked up from his book as the wizard lead the young girl into his room, closely followed by Aragorn. Elrond looked to the wizard and nodded. Elanor stared at each of them in turn,

"What is going on here?"

Elrond put down the book in his hand and opened a draw under his desk. He reached inside and pulled out a piece of folded parchment. Elrond walked over to Elanor and handed the paper to her. She looked up at him and then at then paper, gently turning it over in the hand. Elanor carefully unfolded the parchment. It was a letter, written in her mothers' hand. The familiar handwriting flowed across the page in front of her. Elanor read the letter quickly, skimming the content but found nothing of importance. It was a simple letter, telling of her time spent. It held no mention of her. The letter was addressed to a name Elanor did not recognise, Elrohir. She read the letter once more before looking to the others,

"I do not understand. Why do you have a letter from my mother? And who is the man to whom she writes?"

"It is not a man she writes to," Gandalf explained, "It is an elf, your father."

Elanor stared at the paper in her hand,

"But why would you have this?" she asked, her voice quiet. Behind her Aragorn remained silent. Elrond stood forward,

"Elrohir is my son." He said softly. Elanor stared open mouthed, unbelieving of what she heard,

"No." she shook her head, "How could you know? The letter means nothing!"

"What Lord Elrond says it true Elanor," Gandalf said, "I know it is much to take in, but our time grows short."

"Elanor, I only wish for you to be safe." Aragorn spoke from the shadows, "Staying here will keep you so."

"What you ask is too much." Elanor said, shaking her head, "I cannot stay here." She walked over to an open window and leant forward on the ledge. "I will not stay here."

Elanor stared out of window, not wanting to look at any of them,

"How do you know this?" she asked, "You could not have known by my appearance alone." She said, turning to face Gandalf who looked to Aragorn. Elanor followed his gaze, "You have known all this time, but did not tell me. You knew from the moment we met. You have lied to me."

"No Elanor," Aragorn said, "I did not lie. I did not know for certain."

"But still you knew."

"We had planned to tell you, when we were sure."

"We? You knew of this also?" she began to yell, turning on the wizard, "I trusted you." Elanor turned her back on the room and leaned out the window again. It was too much. Elanors thoughts swam in her head and she couldn't think straight. She startled herself as Lord Elrond approached softly from behind her,

"This news is sudden to me also. I knew nothing of you, I did not believe what Gandalf had told me until I saw this," Elanor turned to see her sword lying in Elronds hands, "This blade was made for Elrohir, in celebration of his birth. There is no other like it."

Elanor reached out and took the sword, "My mother kept this by her side always. She was never parted from it." Elanor looked up to the dark elven eyes that held hers, "Is he here?" she whispered. Elrond shook his head, "He and his brother are in Lothlorien. They shall not return here for some time."

Elanor sighed and dropped into the chair, her head in her hands. Aragorn walked to her and knelt down,

"This is not how I wanted you to find out, Elanor. It is true that I recognised the elven blood in you, but I never lied to you." Elanor looked up to his earnest face,

"I know. It is just so much to understand. Please, I need time."

Aragorn nodded, "We leave Rivendell tomorrow. If you do not wish to stay then we cannot make you but I would feel better knowing you are safe."

With that Aragorn rose and left the room, followed by Gandalf. Elanor sat still and quiet, sword on her lap, the letter in her hand. As she turned it over it fell from her grip and fluttered gently to the ground. Numbly she moved to pick it up but another hand got there before her. Lord Elrond knelt on the ground and lifted the parchment from the floor. Carefully he handed the paper to her,

"I understand how difficult this must be, but you must see that it is hard for me also." Elrond said in his deep voice, "Only a few days ago did I learn that I had a grandchild."

Elanor looked up at the elf. His face was dark and saddened. For the first time Elanor realised how much others had been affected by this news. She had always known of her father, but this elf before her had just found the grandchild he didn't even know was born. Elanor looked at him patiently, waiting for him to continue,

"I had known that Elrohir had taken a human lover, but that it not uncommon for our kind. I thought him too young and to foolish to find love. Had I known, I would never had…"

Elronds voice wavered. His brow furrowed and he turned his head away,

"Never had what?" Elanor asked. Elrond looked at her pained and suddenly bowed his head low before her,

"Forgive me Elanor. I was the cause of that which has pained you and mother. I sent Elrohir away from you."

"I don't understand." Elanor said, looking worriedly down at Elrond, who raised himself from the floor,

"I sent your father and his brother to the west, to Mirkwood, to fight the rising plague of orcs. But my reasons were not entirely just, I sent you father away as I feared for his immortality."

Elanors eyes followed him as he walked across the room,

"You thought he would die?" she asked confused,

"In a way, yes," Elrond said, "Your father and his brother, like my brother and I, are Peredhil, half-elven. The posses the life of the elder and can, if so desired choose to become of mortal-kind and with that choice comes sickness and death."

Elanors face darkened as she realised what Elrond was saying,

"You feared he would choose a mortal life," she said quietly,

"Yes. That is why I sent him from your mother."

"You gave him no choice." Her voice grew louder once more, the face flushed with the angry that rushed in her blood, "Just as you gave no thought to my mother whose life you had ruined. She loved him more than anything!"

"And for that I am truly sorry." Elrond said, his voice remaining calm, "I did not realise the seriousness of his intentions."

"And if you had would have still have sent him away?"

"I do not know."

"You made his choice for him. You broke my mothers' heart and took my father from me for your own selfish reasons and they ask me to stay with you. Forgive me my lord, but I cannot. I would rather take my chances with the wraiths." Elanor stood abruptly, grabbing the sword from her lap. With one last defiant look back at the elven lord, she turned and dashed from the room.

Hope that wasn't too angsty. I've had a couple of reviews saying that Elanors a bit whiny, and you know what... it's true!She just has a distrust of elves after her father abandoned her. I'm not trying to make her into some self-absorbed elf hater but she does seem to be heading that way! she'll get better, I promise! Anyway please review! good or bad i like to know what you guys and gals think!