Elladan and Elrohir walked briskly across the polished halls of their father's home. They had walked the Lady, Ellawyn, to the guest chambers and had remained silent for the walk back to the private quarters of their home. Elrohir nearly broke into a run as they reached the first door which just so happened to be his room, hurrying ahead of his brother and ripping the door open before following Elladan into the room. The sitting room was tidy and fresh and as he closed the door behind himself, his brother sat heavily on the couch. Leaning against the door, he stared into his brother's eyes.

"Did you-"

"Yes."

Another sigh left his lips. When the twins had laid eyes on the young elleth in the courtyard, both of them had felt as though they'd been run over by a horse. She was pretty, with a sharp jaw and small nose. Her stature was small but strong and her large eyes a deep blue-grey. If it was not for the deep brown colour of her slightly curly hair, they would have agreed that they were looking at their mother who had long ago sailed to Valinor.

"How?" Elrohir whispered, a hand grasping at his chest as if in pain. He was unable to form a full sentence, he just stared at the sitting form of his brother. There was no way that the elleth simply had similar features to Celebrian, they looked too similar. Elladan shook his head, brow furrowed.

"Elrohir…" His brother looked at him sympathetically, making him frown. Confused, Elrohir studied his brother's face, waiting for him to continue his sentence.

"Elrohir, we need to speak with Ada." Elladan spoke carefully, no longer wanting to meet his twin's eyes. Anger rushed through Elrohir as he realized that Elladan knew something. Using one hand he pushed himself off the door, striding to stand directly in front of Elladan.

"Is there something you know that I do not, brother?" Elrohir ground out accusingly. He watched as his mirror image drew his mouth into a tight line, averting his eyes from him. He was nervous. He knew something!

"Elrohir…" He started, but Elrohir shook his head, cutting him off with a sharp whisper,

"Why does she look like Naneth, Elladan?" His brother only regarded him sadly.

"I do not know, we thought she was gone. Dead. But, I suppose it is possible." Elrohir's heart dropped to his toes. Becoming enraged with the lack of answers he was receiving from his older brother, he grabbed at the arm of Elladan's grey tunic before muttering a single word,

"Who?"

"I think it is best for Ada to-" he began.

"WHO ELLADAN?!" Sharp eyes darted to him and eyed him dangerously, yet understanding seemed to soften his face.

"Sit down, Elrohir," his brother commanded. Taking the seat across from the couch, Elrohir simply glared expectantly at his brother, hurt and anger coursing through him as he struggled to rationalize the information he was getting, and understand why Elladan seemed to know something that he did not. Something that seemed to be important. Elladan sighed, lowering himself on the couch. His eyes met his brothers, sadness and pain swirling in the grey irises. He seemed to be searching for words. Carefully, he began.

"When Naneth was in Lorien, just before.." He trailed off before continuing, briefly looking to his lap before continuing.

"She was pregnant." Elrohir sucked in a sharp breath, his stomach turning to lead. His ears roared as blood rushed to his head in shock. He simply stared at Elladan, waiting for him to continue.

"Ada did not know what had happened to the baby, but Naneth's silence told him that the worst had happened and he feared to question her on it. Her state was so fragile." Elladan would no longer meet his eyes, as if he knew what Elrohir would ask next.

"Why was I not told? Why were you told! Does Arwen know of this?" He demanded angrily. Elladan simply shook his head. The look of pain in his brother's eyes made his heart clench despite his anger. He looked broken, terribly despaired.

"No. Arwen does not know. It is my understanding that Ada was trying to protect us. What we did not know could not harm us. I only found out because I walked in on him and Glorfindel discussing it." His voice was shaking now, he bit down on his lip, fiddling with the collar of his tunic.

"I am sorry, Elrohir. He begged me not to tell you or Arwen. We thought the child had been born and subsequently killed by the Orcs that held Naneth captive. You know what they do." Elrohir could only stare unseeing past Elladan as the latter searched his face, trying to read what Elrohir would do or say next. Silently, Elrohir stood. Only meeting his twin's eyes briefly before turning on his heel and leaving his brother alone in the room.

He did not know where he was going at first, but inevitably found himself standing outside of his father's elegant study. Hands shaking with rage. The guards stationed on either side of the doors eyed him cautiously as he reached for the door, swinging it open and allowing it to slam loudly against the wall. Striding inside, his eyes met those of his father's, watching him with a frown from behind his desk as he lowered the quill he had been writing with. Elrond stood quickly when he saw the seething look on his youngest son's face, a questioning eyebrow raised expectantly. Elrohir stopped his march only a few long strides from the desk, sucking in a tedious breath. Since leaving his chambers he felt as though he was breathing thick air, leaving his chest aching. He pointed an accusatory finger to his father's chest across the wooden desk.

"You lied to me. To Arwen." He began. Concerned, Elrond stepped around the desk to stand face-to-face with his son.

"How could you? What right did you have to deceive me? To deceive us?" The Lord of Imladris' eyebrows shot up at the hateful tone of Elrohir's accusation.

"What do you speak of my son? I have told no lies to you or your sister." He replied calmly, but his words seemed to trigger something in Elrohir. Elrond was glued to his spot as his kind, calm, reasonable son shouted indistinctly, angrily swiping his hands across Elrond's neat desk, shoving its contents onto the floor. The crystals of ink shattered on the ground and he watched the black ink spread slowly across the clean floors. His eyes darted to his son who stood before him, jaw clenched, more furious than he had ever seen him. The words that left Elrohir's mouth next left the Lord of Imladris speechless,

"I have another sister." With that Elrohir spun on his heel, marching towards the exit.

As he reached the door, Elladan entered, the two nearly colliding as the younger twin brushed past the older's shoulder, disappearing around the corner. Elladan exhaled, quietly shutting the doors behind him, turning to face his father. Elrond did not move, his mind trying to rationalize his son's outburst.

"Ada, the elleth sent by Radagast has arrived. I believe you had better meet with her, Orcs ambushed her at the borders." Surveying the demolished study, Elladan grimaced. The shock and pain he was feeling upon seeing Ellawyn was pulling at his heart. Her likeness to the queen as well as to him and his brother was undoubtable, his brain was still trying to make sense of it. However he could not imagine how Elrohir was feeling, having no prior knowledge of Celebrian's pregnancy, of the child she lost. Finally the father and son shared a glance, confusion and annoyance still clearly etched on his face from the act of violence enacted on his work space.

"It seems there is another elf that I must speak with beforehand, Elladan. Send a party out to eliminate the hoard." Elrond stated dryly, his hand gesturing lazily to Elrohir's destruction. Elladan shook his head though,

"No Ada. You must see her." The tone of his voice caught the attention of the Elf Lord who studied his face harshly. Fearing his father did not understand, he confirmed what they had all been thinking with three simple words,

"Your daughter lives."