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Elrond: Elladan is still not eating as much as he should. He was very malnourished when he woke up and he hasn’t gotten that much better. He is not strong enough to do what he wants and it’s taking it’s toll on him. As a Son of Elrond and a future warrior he perceives his reliance on others as a weakness when, as I have tried explaining, it is merely the process of healing. I am happy to say though, that he lit a smile yesterday. It was such a beautiful smile and I will never forget it. I have missed the joy radiating off him. It was a pleasant reminder that through all of this they will get better. Elrohir’s illness is almost fully gone. He has a small case of the sniffles and it is quite funny to hear him sniffling at the dinner table full of all my advisors. He himself laughs some times when he sniffs at the least opportune moment. He, like my eldest, is dealing with the possibility that they could be separated. I think that this has been a rude awakening for them. They won’t fight over the most useless things that much anymore. I sit content in Ada’s large lounge chair. I finally have 5 minutes free from... everything. That is except for Elrohir, of course. He is sleeping near the fire, his head resting on his hands and his eyes are glazed over as he wanders the Paths of Dreams. I’m finally free from the cooks constantly telling me to eat. Do they not understand that I am NOT hungry? I get so frustrated sometimes. They treat me like I am helpless and I am not. I can still sometimes hear the palpitating call of my name as I was... there. The images are still fresh in my mind. I can see clear as day the figure of Mandos. I can still feel my guilt over letting my brother leave, his face as I told him that I would not go with him, the pity in his eyes. I consciously start stroking the vial hidden under my shirt. I can feel my brother’s essence as it shimmers. I’ve been observing it. When he is angry it turns a red-ish color. When it turns blue my brother is depressed. When my brother is happy is turns a beautiful mix of yellow and white. All the while it is swirling, sparkling. It truly is my brother. I will always have a piece of him. It will always lie above my heart. I’m debating if I should tell Elrohir about the vial. He has seen it before and he has been considerate enough to not ask any questions. He is giving me the chance to tell him when I am ready, on my on terms. I think, for now, it will be my secret with myself. Elrohir will know in time, just not now when the grief is still too near. Glorfindel: I love watching them sleep. It’s the only place that they can escape from the pain. I love the twins like they are my own. I remember not being able to suppress my smile as I heard Elladan take that glorious breath, the breath that brought him back to us. Elrohir is another matter. I’ve never seen someone I consider an elf sick. It was a harsh reality as Elrond explained to me, that because they haven’t made The Choice, they are still subject to mortal disease. He himself is, as well, but not to the extent of his sons. A/N This story is now completed. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and read this story. You guys are the best!
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