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Dean's changing the oil on the Impala. Sam should be in the motel room, working on gathering more background information for their next case.

He can't make himself sit still long enough to focus.

After the sixth circuit of the room, he throws his hands in the air and stalks through the door to Milliways instead.

At least there he can grab better coffee than the cheap vending machine crap, right?

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He nods. Sagely.

"Yes. There are a few here from my world as well, but from different times. Both my own past and my own future."

Sam blinks.

"That must be -- I'd think that'd be hard to deal with. If it's something that happens a lot, I mean."

"I have decided that I will not ask any questions that I do not truly want to know the answer to. Which leaves me with no questions to ask," Elrond replies with a small smile.

"Knowing one's fate is not necessarily a good thing."

Something about his expression tightens, but his nod's cordial all the same.

"You can't save your brother. No matter what."

"Can't argue that. Although it sounds like you don't think you can change it, either...?"

"It is said that you should not go to my kin for advice. One might add that you should not ask us questions for here too the answer will be both yea and nay," Elrond replies.

"There are things that I cannot change. Outcomes that are locked. But I must always go to any challenge as if this was not the case, I think. Losing hope is the first step down the road that leads to loss altogether."

It's the last part of Elrond's observation that draws a real smile from him.

"Now that's an outlook I can get behind."

Elrond chuckles.

"It is not the easiest, not always, but for me it has always seemed like the only true road."

He pauses.

"Of course, sometimes you must put on a show, but you must never let those who put their faith in you, think that. To them, it must be real."

Sam takes a sip of his nearly-forgotten coffee while he considers that.

"Maybe it's just that the true road's never the easy one to begin with," he responds.

"There are likely easier paths to tread," Elrond concedes. "Or they may at least appear to be easier. But of your conscience becomes a heavy load, no road is easy."

"Not easy. Just necessary."

Softly said, almost as if to himself.

"Anyway, yeah. You make a good point."

"You are young. Throughout your life, I daresay, that you will have to make those choices often. Sometimes, only realizing you have done so after the fact. And sometimes you will do the right thing, and sometimes you will not. All you can do is keep hope shielded in your heart and strive to be as wise and even-handed in your decisions as you possibly can."

He has told himself that often enough.

"We do not know the day till dusk, nor do we know the sword till tested against steel and flesh. But we can rekindle hope, every time the harsh winds blow it out. And by that light, we must travel as best we can."

Sam nods, and gives Elrond a quick smile.

"Thanks. I'll remember that."

"Of course, it is also said that you ought not go to my kind for counsel," Elrond adds, with a small smile in return.

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