((Hmm... Well, this would be a nice time to prove that not ALL of her visions come true, so lets just skip to Rivvy.
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Elladan walked outside. It was nice and cool... Though springtime in Imladris would never be the same. Now that Lord Elrond was gone. Elladan and his twin sorely missed thier father, but they knew that they would see him again. And for now, they would simply wait until that time came.
"Elladan!" Maeron, a good friend and helping hand, came up to the noldor lord, nodding his head in greeting.
"Aye, Mellon nin?" Elladan smiled, turning to his friend.
"You have visitors, sir. It's your nefew and niece." Elladan's eyes rose in delight. He hadn't seen Estel's son in quite some time.
"Eldarion? I haven't seen him in several years. Where is he?" Elladan asked, and Maeron nodded.
"The front gate... Though, you will want to know, Elladan, that it seems that one or two in his party are in need of your healing abilities. You and Elrohir may want to see them first, though."
Elladan fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of all people, count on anyone within Estel's bloodline to march into Rivendell with injuries. It never failed.
"Please fetch Elrohir."
"Meldiron is doing so as we speak."
"Good! Now, lets see to this 'injuries' of theirs."
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"Eldarion?! Eldarion you're nearly as tall as I am!" Elrohir tested his nefew's hight against himself, for he now came up to the elf's mid-brow. Eldarion simply laughed sheepishly.
"It is good to see you too, Vede." Eldarion used the elvish word for uncle to adress the identical pair, having never really thought about calling them by their real names. Meanwhile, Elladan looked at Raelyn, with a smile.
"You seemed to have grown much as well, Raelyn. You look like your mother when she was your age." he gently touched her shoulder, and then looked to Eldarion.
"Now, oh son of the extreme trouble maker, I am sorry that your father was so immune to trouble that he never taught you how to stay away from it. Anyway, what are these 'injuries' I hear of?"
"Eonera. She has a broken leg. It is set... I don't know how well..."
"You didn't set it yourself?"
"No... That was not my doing. But you will need to check it. It is the healing of Minas Morgul after all..." Eldarion trailed off quietly, not wanting to speak of orcs. Though Elladan easily heard him, and grabbed his nefew's shoulder and turned him around as Elrohir stiffened visibly.
"Minas Morgul?!" He whispered harshly. "Why in arda..." he became even more worried. "Are there still inhabitance there?"
Eldarion flushed, and seemed to wither slightly under the Noldor's stare. "Yes. That is what we are here for. Elboron is dying... Orcs return from Dul Goldor. Ada needs yo-"
"Of course. We will leave emdietly. After we see to all injuries. And you will need to help us so that we can get the right things for Elboron." Elladan said firmly, his eyes fogging over to disguise the genuine fear in them. How on earth could they have returned? Who was leading them? Sauron was destroyed years ago. He dismissed it. They didn't have time for that kind of thing.
"Le hannon." Eldarion replied quietly. He had never seen his uncles this way.
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