As the shards of the barrier fell, Elrond was the first to enter the
chamber. It, too, was lined with crystal. In the center was a pillar
of light. Slowly, it dimmed, revealing a figure.
Elrond and Glorfindel stared for a moment, then went to their knees.
Elrond spoke.
"Toror' nin, Nikerym nin, Aran nin." His eyes sparkled with unshed
tears.
Glorfindel merely bowed his head, trying to hide his emotions.
"Nae saian luume'. Coramin lindau ele lle, Heruamin." said the
golden-haired elf.
The figure strode over to them, and took their hands, helping them
to their feet.
"Nae saian luume'," agreed the being.
The four friends suddenly knew who stood before them. The three
elves also knelt in homage, while Estel merely bowed his head.
"Long, indeed, has it been since I have seen my Turnar. You have
done well with Imladris, ion nin. It has, indeed, become a place of
refuge."
The being then went to the four friends. He told the three
elves, "You need not kneel to me. I bid you welcome, Elladan and
Elrohir Elrondion. Legolas Thranduilion, of the woodland realm,
welcome."
He turned to Estel, nodding his head, as Estel looked him in the
eye. With a smile, he said "Welcome, Aragorn, son of Arathorn,
Isildur's heir. You have grown much under the tutelage of Elrond.
You have a proud legacy, but do not let it rule you. Rather, you
rule it." Turning to the three younger elves, he continued. "I see
the love of brothers in your hearts. Though the road be long and
perilous at times, stay true to each other and right will prevail."
The four younger members smiled at each other, while silently vowing
to do so. The being smiled, knowing the love and loyalty the four
shared.
The being then returned to Elrond and Glorfindel. "I know you did
not take the crown, but why?"
Elrond was silent, gathering his thoughts. He then replied, "There
was no one reason, but rather several for not taking the crown of
the king, Heruamin. First, I do not wish the pomp of an official
court. Secondly, a king is isolated from his people. My people know
me, and I know them. I am responsible for their well-being, and
would know first-hand what problems might arise. I would have to
depend on layers of people otherwise. As it is, I am dependent only
on myself. I am no better than anyone else. Is that not what you
taught Elros and me, Gil-galad?"
"Aye, I stand corrected. You have learned the lesson well,"
laughed Gil-galad. "Layers of people? That is an apt description.
I understand, and agree."
"However, do not think I have forgotten about the time you and
Glorfindel decided to `help' me with my hair."
Both Glorfindel and Elrond started to redden as Gil-galad started to
talk, with their faces and ears becoming even redder by the time he
was finished. They also noticed the eagerness with which Elladan,
Elrohir, and Legolas was showing. Estel was able to hide his
interest, but Elrond could feel it boiling beneath the surface.
Gil-galad looked at the four friends. "Would you hear a bit of
history that I am sure was not written?" he asked.
Estel eagerly said, "Certainly, Heruamin. We all would be happy to
have a lesson." The other three nodded just as eagerly.
The two elf lords, however, had a look of panic, which Gil-galad
pointedly ignored as he started his story.

Translation (Thanks to The Grey Company for their elvish dictionary)

Toror' nin - My brother
Nikerym nin - My captain
Aran nin - My King
Nae saian luume' - It has been too long
Coramin lindau ele lle - My heart sings to see thee
Heruamin - My Lord
Turnar - councilor