And... the sort of long wait is over, here is chapter 8!

"When is she coming?" Celebrían asked.

"Soon," Celeborn replied. "She misses you greatly."

"I miss Nana also," Celebrían said. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back her tears. "It's been so long," she whispered.

"I know," Celeborn said, stroking her hair. Where had she gone? Where was the happy elleth? The laughter that would come so easily, the smile that used to light up her face?

"Lord Celeborn," A voice said behind him.

Celeborn turned to see the speaker, Lindir.

"The meal is ready if you want to eat."

"Thank you," Celeborn said, with an incline of his head. "Celebrían, would you care to join us?"

"It would be my pleasure," she replied.

Celeborn took her arm, and tucked it under his. He looked down at her, giving her a reassuring smile. There was so much in her he could see in her mother. "Would you mind leading the way?" Celeborn asked Lindir.

"Of course," Lindir said. "Right this way." A small amount of excitement leaped through him. Maybe this was a sign that she was getting better, maybe there was still hope.

He led them to a long table where Elrond was being seated at the head, as he looked up, his eyes brightened upon seeing Celebrían. Beside him Elrohir was staring blankly at a bowl with salad. Very unusual for the twins. Most of the time their eyes where filled with mischief, ready to find a new victim for their newest prank, or laugh at a joke. Now, it was all but a distant memory.

Lindir noticed that Arwen was missing, where was she? She was always at the table at meal time, ready to chatter and laugh with friends and family. Or course, Lindir realized, there had been no laughter for a long time. He knew Celebrían was trying, she tried to get better, to lift their spirits. But it was hard, with her own wound so deep.

Lindir slowly backed up, deciding to find his friend. Maybe the news of Celebrían coming to the evening meal would help her some. He dearly hoped so.

"Elrond, Elrohir," Celebrían greeted, as she was seated, Celeborn beside her. Her eyes roamed over the table, and a question came to her eyes.

"Where is Elladan?" She asked.

Elrohir glanced at his Ada, and he gave a slight shake of his head. No need to worry her.

Elrohir gave her a tight smile. "I will go find him," he said, pushing his chair back, it was a good excuse to check on him, but he could not take too long or Celebrían would start to get suspicious.

.-.

"Erestor! Have you seen Glorfindel?" Lindir asked.

Erestor jerked his head up, "He has not returned?"

Lindir shook his head, "No."

Erestor stood from behind his desk, and put his hands forward, bending his head, his dark hair falling over his face and hiding it. "Oh, Glorfindel," he whispered. "What have you done?"

"Erestor?"

"Sorry," Erestor muttered, looking up at Lindir. "I would send Elrohir out after him, but... not with Elladan wounded like he is." Erestor let out a sigh, "I wish I could so something."

"You could send out some warriors to look for him," Lindir suggested.

"I have thought of that," Erestor said. "Yes, I will do that first thing in the morning."

"Thank you. Do you know if Arwen is in her chambers?"

"I think she was out in the gardens," Erestor replied. "Or, at least she was heading out that way when I last saw her."

"Thank you," Lindir said again, giving him a slight bow with his head.

"Your welcome," Erestor muttered, his thought elsewhere. As Lindir left, he sat down in his chair, and put his face in his hands. "Glorfindel," he whispered. "What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

.-.

After all sign of the wolves had gone, Glorfindel climbed down from the tree, keeping a keen eye out for any danger. He kept his hand ready at the bow, and started backtracking the way he had been chased.

Soon, he turned down a smaller path, invisible but to elven eyes. He traveled down this for hours, keeping an easy steady course, running. His thoughts wondered to the twins, had they made it? And what of Elladan, would he heal, or live?

Glorfindel cursed, angry at himself. It was his fault, he should have refused to let the twins go with him. But deep down, he knew, there was no way he could stop them. He could feel their anger, but even deeper. In his past life, all he had known and loved had been destroyed, he had been betrayed. If anything happened to them... he didn't know what he would do.

He could feel the old familiar thing pushing at his eyes. No! He would do anything in his power to heal, help them. He had too. He could not fail, not again.

.-.

"Elladan," Elrohir whispered, taking a seat beside his twin.

Elladan's eyes twitched, and then opened. "El?"

"Elladan!" Elrohir exclaimed. He resisted the urge to hug him, knowing it would only hurt him.

Elladan tried to push himself up, his lips tightening. Elrohir gently pushed him back down, "You must rest," he told him. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I just go stabbed," Elladan replied, pain flashing across his face.

"Because you did," Elrohir said. "Nana came to eat with us, and she is wondering where you are. What should I tell her?"

"Tell her... tell her, that I fell in the pond, and..."

"Oh, you broke a rib!"

"Falling into the pond?"

Elrohir nodded, "Unless you want to fall of the bookcase."

Elladan stared at him for a moment, "Waterfall."

"Pond."

"Fine," Elladan agreed grudgingly, "But I was rescuing someone. Oh! Erestor!"

"I don't think she will fall for that."

"Fine, you."

Elrohir raised an eyebrow, "How about I saved you?"

"No! I saved you!"

"Well, actually I did save you."

Elladan shot his twin a glare, "You dare n-"

Elrohir jumped up, "Yes! That is what I will tell her!"

"El!" Elladan would have chased after his twin who was running off, if only he did not have this wound. Or at least not the throbbing pain, he started to suspect his Ada had not given him any pain reliving herbs.

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