It was another glorious summer day; a slow breeze weaved through the small clearing by the lake, accompanied by light laughter and the sound of splashing water. Elrond leaned against a tree smiling as he watched his sons having a water fight, drowning the unfortunate prince of Mirkwood.

A year later and things had started being as they should be, the past few years a distant memory.

Unofficially he had taken back over from Elladan, allowing his son the time he should spend being with his brothers and friend.

"Ada," he heard Estel call, as the twins advanced, "help," this was followed by a large splash.

Things were as they should be.