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But this is not my maxim: had it been,
Some heart-aches had been spared me: yet I care not-
I would not be a tortoise in his screen
Of stubborn shell which waves and weather wear not.
'Tis better, on the whole, to have felt and seen
That which humanity may bear or bear not;
Twi'l teach discernment to the sensitive
And not to pour their ocean in a sleve.
` Written by Lord Byron's (No clue how far back this poem is from, but every time the book was handed down the year of taking the book was written down... ... The first date was 1891!)
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Dinner was prepared for the family, in honour of Gilraen's return. Elrond was still too ill to attend, but Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir, Estel, Gilraen, and Glorfindel sat around the table. Estel having the best seat on Elladan's lap. Gilraen sat two seats away. Glorfindel was closer to her, then Legolas. The dinner was set, and they all ate. Their first meal as a group in a long time.
For a period of time they ate in silance. The twins contently feeding Estel, who was in no need of assitance eating. For Elladan and Elrohir it was more of a comforting act to feed Estel. Help their minds drift from what truely troubled them.
"So Elladan, I noticed you and Elrond have several bruises on your faces." Gilraen stated stuffing a piece of meat in her mouth. "Their very faint but-"
Everyone around the table snapped back into reality. They all looked at Gilraen who played at her food sheepishly.
"Yes, we had a little excitement." Elladan said blatantly.
Gilraen noted the faded hand print, she could judge it to be the same size as Elrond's hand. She had herd enough and dare not push any further. It was not her place, and maybe they were just mock fighting. For the year she stayed in Rivendell with Arathorn, she lost count how many times Elrohir stabbed Elladan. Or was it the other way around.
"What brings you to Rivendell Gilraen?" Elrohir asked, feeding Estel a spoon full of stew.
Gilraen swallowed her bite of food. "Had the feeling you and Elladan got into trouble during the crisis in Middle Earth." Gilraen looked at Glorfindel. "Apparently I was right."
"They disobeyed an order." Glorfindel said his voice stern. "But I know I should have stood up for them. They're pure torture at times, still they would never do anything to harm another race."
Gilraen nodded, "I see... Seriously the reason why I came by Rivendell is I was over in Bree helping them burry the dead. To many bodies to give a proper burriel."
"I forgot to ask, Estel how did you know where to hide us?" Elladan asked bouncing Estel, hoping to change the depressing subject.
"Glorfy." Estel said mouth full of food.
"Oh really," Elrohir looked at Glorfindel.
"I do owe you a sincere apology, but I do not owe you that much of an apology that is Estel and I's secret."
Estel grinned from ear to ear, knowing Glorfindel's secrets were the only ones Elrohir and Elladan did not know. Other wise they knew every hiding spot, hidden paths, caves, and tallest trees in Rivendell. To say they knew ever inch of Rivendell wouldn't be to far fetched.
"So you are saying you owe us something?" Elladan said feeding Estel a bite of bread.
"Yes, I owe you two for not standing up." Glorfindel glanced at Legolas. "I owe you too Legolas."
"I say we all put our favors into one." Legolas said breaking his silence.
Gilraen pushed a piece of meat aside. "Oh and what would that be Legolas?"
"Well, I think it would be a pleasure to see Glorfindel go over the falls under his own will."
"Legolas that is a great idea!" Elrohir shouted.
"I concur." Elladan also agreed.
Glorfindel groaned inwardly, he knew their was no getting out of this. To pick up the pieces of his pride he had no other choice but to take the plummet. Gilraen and Estel chuckled at the idea of Glorfindel doing such a stunt, and Elladan and Elrohir schemed loudly in preparation.
Sour emotions still lurked in Rivendell, but the road to moving on came fast. Already minds refused to think apon the people that had perished in the earler days. Elves and humans alike looked ahead, to horrified to look back. Thus how the past began to get burried. Some where death laughed, declairing his return, but for now things were well.
Elrohir watched, his keen eyes catching, what he knew Elladan wished him not to know. As Elladan lefted the spoon into Estel's mouth, Elrohir caught site of a red streak. A cut at the top of his arm, Elrohir looked away. How much he had tried to heal the sorrow his twin felt.
"Pardon me." Elrohir stood up, wanting to cry knowing he was the only reason why his brother didn't fade.
Elladan watched his brother leave, he had saw the pain in his eyes. Closing his eyes he continued to feed Estel. Frightened by how much he shattered his brothers pride in him. Estel tugged on his shirt.
"Elly, is Ro okay?"
"Yes, he just has some personal business to attend to."
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Elrond stared at the ceiling, his body to weak to do else. Weakly minutes before he ordered Glorfindel to dinner. Loneliness crept over the lord as he lay there. His mind drifted back to the days when Celebrían, the days before she passed away over the seas. Once again he saw her face above him, she would be scolding him for his carelessness. Chuckling softly, Elrond closed his eyes.
"Celebrían how I love you. I long to be with you one day, still I remain here to raise a new son. You would have loved to meet him, he such a joy." Elrond whispered into the wind. "How much I need your love, I em making so many mistakes I do not even know if what I do anymore is right. Oh, Celebrían, how our children have grown. Arwen still resides in Lórien with Galadriel and Celeborn. Her beauty is almost as great as yours. Our sons are swifter, and with great skill they hunt down orcs. Gone are their lazy days. Still inseparable like the day they were born."
Elrond opened his eyes half way as a cold wind brushed in through the window. With it carried the faint laughter that often carried in Rivendell. It came in time, for Elrond was wishing to sail over early to be with her. Family is the first priority, that is what this family belief was based on. He would remain till his children was grown. Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen approached that age, but Estel was still to young to leave.
Elrond closed his eyes again, "I'm sorry I forgot that priority my sons," the elf lord had now drifted off to sleep.
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AN: I know this is short, but you wished for one more chapter. This is it, YES, my little series will continue on. Storm Warning, Black Death, and next is Foretold Nightmares. Be up as soon as I get reviews, and over the fact none of you, cept Pookems, didn't take up an offer of your poem in here. :
: OH what's that you want a preview?(*P*)
A glint of the blade, Elladan tried to speak. It was to late though. In slow motion as Elladan's soul began to depart, Elladan witnessed Elrohir beheaded. In the haste to his twins side, he had put his guard down.
Blood sprayed like a crimson curtain, as Elrohir's head dropped free of it's body. Elladan took his last breath as Elrohir's bodiless head hit his chest. Darkness was all the three residence of Rivendell knew.
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"Elladan!" A sharp voice commanded.
Elladan shot up, panting heavily, unfamiliarly he looked around at his surroundings. It was only a dream, but still shaken by it Elladan woke with a start. A coldness resigning over his body, something that spoke to him that it would soon not be a dream.
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TBC
PS: 'Faimly is the first priority.' Is my faimly motto, or what ever you want to call it. Pathetic code of arms though. ::laughs:: But I donno thought the motto would help in this story, cause it does prove for Elrond too.
