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Title: The Promise

Author: Emmess

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Elladan and Elrohir

Summery: Elladan and Elrohir search for each after tragedy strikes.

Warning: Character death

Written in response to the January Challenge for the Imladris/Slash Group which was "the twins doing something someplace different."

Chapter 3 - A Promise Kept

Swift strides on long legs brought Elrohir quickly to the House of Healing, nearly bursting through the door that led to the chamber where the strange Elf lay on his bed.

He paused at the door, collecting himself, not wishing to startle the recently injured Elf with his presence. He needed to be calm, to gently question the Elf, when all he really wanted to do was shake the newcomer by the shoulders and demand answers. It was the dream, he decided, that had left him so uneasy about the new Elf…and vaguely excited by him.

The dreams had been his only salvation over the decades of hurt and loneliness…what did this newest one portend? At times he had thought that the dreams felt more real than his waking moments, and, although he always woke from them feeling his loss most keenly, he also felt an odd sense of comfort…and a connection with the brother he had lost so long ago.

He was here…those were last words his brother had said to him in the dream…he was here. Elrohir could hear his voice still, echoing softly in his memory. " I am here." Here? Here, where? Elrohir's eyes settled on the deep golden hair of the Elf who lay on the pallet before him, and, for the first time since that horrible night so long ago, allowed himself to wonder.

Thick dark golden hair spilled across the pillow, splayed across the white linens like liquid gold, so unlike the silky, ebony tresses that he had once loved to run his fingers through. Eyes the color of a deep azure lake that followed his movements from the door to the bed were so different from the soft dark gray eyes that had once been so familiar, yet there was a strength in them as they met his own and held his gaze. As he returned the look, trying to see beyond the cerulean blue of his irises to the being behind the eyes, Elrohir thought he saw a flicker of surprise. For a moment Elrohir thought…no…no…he did not know this Elf. He felt no flash of recognition…no instant familiarity. Elrohir felt his heart sink, and his anger at himself rise for allowing himself even that one, brief moment of hope.

"I am Elrohir, son of Elrond, former Lord of Imladris, sailed to the West. I welcome you to Imladris. Kith and kin are always welcome here," he said formally, a chill in his voice, adopting a stance he so often had seen his father use when welcoming visitors to The Last Homely House.

"I…thank you for your welcome, Lord Elrohir…I am called Lúnmir."

Was there a pause as the strange Elf introduced himself? A slight hesitation…a faltering? For what reason…shock? Surprise? Something…again Elrohir mentally shook his head, not willing to allow himself to grasp at straws. He did not recognize this Elf…he was a stranger.

"The healers will continue to tend your wounds, Lúnmir. Please rest, and be assured the party you traveled with is being cared for as well."

"They are the children…most of the adults were killed in the attack. Cowards…the blackguards hid in the crags of the High Pass and shot them dead before descending to scavenge the bodies. I killed several before I fell. I should have killed more. I should have killed them all…"

Elrohir watched a shadow pass over the face of the other Elf - a darkening of his features that seemed…almost familiar. Hadn't Elladan had a similar expression when angry with himself over a perceived failure? "No!" Elrohir mentally berated himself. "You are reading things into this that do not exist. Do not do this to yourself." He abruptly turned his back on the stranger, walking quickly toward the door. Without turning, he said, "I will return later, after you have more time to recuperate." He was nearly out of the room when the soft voice of Lúnmir reached his ears, a trace of confusion clearly in it.

"As you wish Lord Elrohir. If you have need of me…I am here."

Elrohir froze, his hand on the door as the last three words spoken by the Elf echoed in his mind.

"IamhereIamhereIamhereIamhere."

Without turning or responding, he softly closed the door behind him.

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He waited several days before returning to the House of Healing. No more dreams came to him, no clues, no revelations to ease the discord in his mind. "It cannot be…I would know if it were him, would I not? I would know instantly if he were the missing half of my heart…" Elrohir paced in his chambers as he talked to himself. "Elladan would know me, also…how could it be that we would not know each other?"

He tried to remember Glorfindel. Picturing the giant of an Elf in his mind, he wracked his brain trying to remember everything that had ever been whispered about the golden haired Balrog Slayer who had returned from the Halls of Mandos. Try as he might, he could not recall how or when the mighty warrior came to know who he had once been, or if he had known all along.

Frustrated, he made his way to the healers' domain, forcing himself to smile at those who greeted him along the way. Entering the white stone building, he found himself hesitating outside the room where the strange Elf, Lúnmir, lay.

He found the Elf sitting up in bed, drinking a cup of herbal tea. Immediately upon seeing Elrohir standing within the door, the Elf tried to rise from the bed, evidently intending on greeting His Lordship in a manner befitting his station.

"Do not rise on my account, Lúnmir…it is not necessary, and your wounds are not yet healed," Elrohir said, putting up a hand to stop the other Elf. "I do not often stand on formality here…especially here, in the House of Healing."

"You and yours have done much for me, my Lord…I owe you my gratitude, as well as my respect."

Elrohir regarded the other, appraising his sincerity, and finding it not lacking. "Elladan would have answered similarly," he thought to himself. Before he could stop himself another thought rose unbidden in his mind. "Elladan would ask him outright."

Sighing, knowing that it would most likely be fruitless, but realizing that he had to attempt to explain himself to the other Elf - not only because of his abrupt and rude behavior of a few days ago, but in order to once and for all prove to himself that this could not possibly be the brother he searched for - Elrohir pulled a chair up beside the injured elf's bed. He waved the healers from the room, wishing to be alone with the Elf if he insisted on humiliating himself by asking him the questions that begged to be asked.

"How are you feeling?" he began, rather lamely, not sure how to broach the subject.

"Much better, my Lord…thank you. The healers tell me that I should be able to leave in a day or so…although, of course, I wish to make restitution for your kindness before I go."

"Restitution is neither necessary or expected," Elrohir replied, again thinking that this was the type of statement Elladan would have made, having been raised the son of an Elf Lord, who insisted on proper etiquette at all times. "Where do you travel to? The Gray Havens?"

There, Elrohir thought. If the answer was 'yes,' then this could not possibly be his twice born brother…Elladan would never leave this land until he had found him, just as Elrohir would never leave it until he found him.

"No, my Lord…I've no wish to sail. I…well, I have been searching, it seems."

Silence greeted his statement, for Elrohir felt tendrils of apprehension, tinged with excitement slipping about him, teasing butterflies in his stomach. "Searching? For what do you search, Lúnmir?"

"Who, my Lord…not what. You will think me daft…"

"I will not think anything, Lúnmir. You, of course, are under no obligation to discuss this with me, but…I would very much like to know for whom you search."

"I do not know, my Lord. I do not know his name, his face…I know only that he is there, and that I must find him."

"How do you know him, then? What forces you to search for this phantom?"

"Dreams, my Lord," Lúnmir replied, looking down at the teacup he held in his hand. "Dreams I have had since I was an Elfling. Always they are different. Always I see him, only from a distance, calling to me, but not by my name…he calls me something else… I tell him I am coming, and he asks me when. Never have I seen his face close enough to know it, always something obscures it from my sight - smoke, snow…and, although I know that I call his name in my dreams, I cannot remember it upon waking. The only thing I am certain of is that I must find him."

Elrohir smiled then…the first true smile that had touched his lips in more decades than he cared to count. Gently he took the teacup from Lúnmir's hands. Putting it aside, he took both of the Elf's hands in his own. Looking him directly in the eye, Elrohir said, "Elladan."

Lúnmir's eyes flew open in shock upon hearing the name heard so often in his dreams.

"When I introduced myself to you, you felt as though you had heard my name somewhere before - it was familiar to you, was it not?"

"Aye…but I thought perhaps I had overheard the healers mention it…for I have never before traveled to Imladris."

"You heard it in your dreams, Lúnmir. Your name once was Elladan, and you were my brother…my twin…and my lover."

Lúnmir stared at the Elf Knight, his azure eyes widened, wandering the planes of Elrohir's face, taking in the gray eyes that were suddenly very familiar, the soft, thick black hair that his hands suddenly remembered stroking, the soft, sad smile that touched the lips his own suddenly longed to taste.

Pulling one hand free of Elrohir's grasp, he raised it to trace the jawline of the Elf Knight. Dropping his hand, he looked away, biting his lower lip. Elrohir could see a tear form in those brilliant blue eyes, could hear his breath catch in his throat. Closely, holding his own breath, he watched him as the Elf's body began to tremble.

"We were in the forest, you and I…freshly promoted to the ranks of the Knights of Imladris…we were overeager, overconfident…we scouted ahead of the rest. We…found a band of Yrch…we didn't sound the alarm - we thought we could take them…" Lúnmir said in a very soft voice, barely a whisper. He turned his tear filled eyes on Elrohir, reaching again to touch his face.

"I died, didn't I? I died and went to the Halls of Mandos, and you…you waited for me to return…you waited. My name was…Elladan."

The last word was said in a voice that cracked with the intensity of his emotions, and a floodgate opened, memories pouring into him, memories from another life. Shaking, he barely felt Elrohir pull him into his arms, cradling him to his chest, rocking him gently, trying to share the burden he now felt as he was crushed by memories of kin he had never met, experiences he had never felt, love he had never known.

"Shhh, tôren, you are safe now…home now…Melethron" Elrohir whispered into the gleaming golden head that rested on his breast, his own eyes brimming.

"Elrohir!" came the gasping cry as Lúnmir lifted his tear streaked face toward his newly found brother's, throwing his arms around his neck, clinging to him with an intensity that matched the fire that now filled Elrohir's soul.

Bending his head, Elrohir's lips found his brother's, the taste of them bringing its own flood of memories. This was his taste…his brother…his Elladan…of that he no longer harbored any doubts. The kiss, filled with the passion and longing of decades of separation, flavored with the tears they both shed, cast out any shred of doubt from either of their minds.

Elrohir, unable to contain his joy, lay Elladan back against the pillows of the bed, mindful of his newly healed injuries. Standing, he removed his tunic, watching his newfound brother for any sign that might indicate he was not ready for this. There was naught but longing in the blue eyes that looked back at him, knowing him.

Climbing into bed with his brother, Elrohir took him in his arms again, claiming his lips in another fevered kiss, determined to be one with him…touch him, love him…after so many years of separation the need to be as close as possible to him was overwhelming. Pulling back from Elladan's sweet lips once more, Elrohir gazed in to the eyes of his brother and saw remembrance, recognition, and above all, love shining back at him.

They lay together on the bed, limbs tangled, a thin layer of sweat covering their skin, the glow of their lovemaking lighting the room with it's intensity as their souls had soared and danced in their passion, becoming once again, one heart, two bodies.

"Elladan…my Elladan…you have returned to me…" Elrohir whispered, stroking the side of Elladan's face. "You have kept your promise."

The Beginning.

Translations:

Lúnmir…Blue treasure

Tôren…my brother

Melethron…my beloved

Translations:

Lúnmir…blue jewel
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