A/N I know that this was hard to follow, if you think that you missed one of the stories here is the list :

He Loses Us Both
Hold On, My Sons
My Sources of Hope
Too Far Gone
Halls of Mandos
Loss Of Paradise
He Almost Lost Us

Elrond:

A great weight has been lifted from my heart. Both of my sons are alive. There were many moments throughout the past few days that I really thought that I would lose one or both of them. I can still feel my heart stop as I think about them lying there so pale and calm. A father should never have to witness that. My sons are still growing; they have their whole lives ahead of them. They do not deserve to die young. I am grateful to Mandos for sending them back to me.

I came so close to losing most of what matters in my life. My two wonderful sons returned to me when I had only a thread of hope left. I loathe to think of what I’d do if they had left for good. I nearly did lose them and it scares me that they came so close…

They’re still healing. It’s been about a week since they both woke up. I’ve seen them attached at the hip. They are scared to let the other one out of their sight. I can understand how it feels. They came so close to being separated forever, this is not something that they will get over quickly.

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 am overjoyed though that they both survived. I would hate for my sons to have to go through what I had to go through. The pain is nearly unbearable and I am glad that they were spared from facing it. When Elros died I was devastated. He was my second half, losing him was losing half of myself. I nearly died from the grief. I miss him so much sometimes that I wish I had died, but then I think of my sons and my gorgeous wife and I am happy that I chose the way I did. However, the ‘what if’ is still there and it always will be… I love you, my brother; I wish you could see your nephews. They’re so much like us.

Elladan:

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’ve been getting better. I know that I have. When I woke up I couldn’t even hold a spoon. Now I can not only hold a spoon, but I can use it as well. I am up and walking, but Ada refuses to let me ride my horse or run as I feel so inclined to do.

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.

The fire’s warmth seeps through my body as Glorfindel steps over Elrohir and convinces the flames to light. My eyes close, lured by the heat and soon I am asleep, wandering the Paths of Dreams as well.

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.

I lift Elrohir and Elrond picks up Elladan who was awake when I entered the room. We carry the twins up to Elrohir’s room where they both are sleeping. Elladan’s bed had to be moved, a task which I gave to Erestor to carry out. As we lay them down Elrohir turns onto his side and begins searching desperately for his brother’s hand. I guide Elrohir’s hand to Elladan’s and Elrohir lights a small smile at the contact.

I grin at Elrond who pulls the covers over Elladan. I do the same for Elrohir. I know that it is all going to be alright. Elrond’s memories are resurfacing, but they do that every year on the day of Elros’ death. The twins are dealing and healing. They’re making progress. And I am just so glad they returned that I am not depressed. Seeing them each day is enough. Yes, it is going to be perfectly okay.