Silence descended as Glorfindel entered the room. Usually this didn't bother him, in fact it was expected. After all he was Glorfindel of Gondolin, Balrog Slayer, a certain amount of healthy respect was desirable. Lately though he had noticed a change. It seemed silence descended EVERY time he entered a room, in every single room he attempted to enter. The elves of Rivendell were not usually this respectful. They hadn't been for years, in fact he had spoken to Elrond of their disrespect several times but Elrond just did not take him seriously.

Something was up .

He glanced around the silent room. The room which felt suspiciously like it had been anything but silent only seconds before, and spotted Elrohir lounging in the far corner in what was a far too obviously casual manner for it to be as natural as he wanted it to seem. Surrounded by a gaggle of very silent, very shifty looking elves all looking anywhere but in Glorfindel's direction.

Something was definitely up.

Well what ever it was he decided, he did not have the time to dwell on it now. He had serious business to attend to. Serious important business that he had been delaying dealing with for far too long. If he didn't act now … well goodness knows just how dire his situation may become. He strode over to Elrohir, briefly wondering why the boy looked as if he wished he were anywhere else in that moment but right in front of Glorfindel.

" Elrohir, where is Elladan?" He snapped. "I have urgent business with him, I need to find him immediately." Elrohir let out a sigh of what seemed like relief. Just what was he up to Glorfindel wondered.

" He has gone to his rooms, My Lord. I am sure you will find him there. I trust I cannot be of assistance?"

" No. No, you certainly can not," Glorfindel was horrified at the thought. It was Elladan he wanted. Certainly no one else could be trusted with his …..rather delicate problem. He turned abruptly on his heels and fled the room slamming the door behind him. Was it his imagination or did he hear a buzz of conversation the minute he departed? He had to get to the bottom of this he promised himself, and he would do so just as soon as he had dealt with this…..other matter.

There was no doubt about it. Something was up and Elrohir, he thought, might be right in the middle of it.

Elladan sighed when he heard the knock on his door. He had hoped for some time on his own to consider matters. He had a problem, Elrohir had been behaving very strangely lately. In fact it was almost as if he was avoiding him.

Avoiding him.

Elladan.

His twin brother.

It was unheard of and he was anxious. He had a bad feeling Elrohir was entangled in some kind of trouble but what it might be was a complete mystery. He needed to think things through and now someone was bothering him yet again, why couldn't they all just leave him alone?

He hardly had time to get to his feet when the door burst open to reveal Glorfindel standing there in front of him. He looked agitated and nervous and stormed into the room without so much as a by your leave. Whatever was going on?

" My Lord Glorfindel," cried Elladan "What is wrong?" For surely something must be wrong. Seldom had he ever seen Glorfindel in such a state. Glorfindel was cool, calm and collected at all times, under all sorts of pressure, but here he was, bursting into his room looking as if a horde of Balrogs were behind him, not just one, as he closed the door.

" Elladan," Glorfindel began solemnly, " Are we alone? It is imperative no one else must hear of this."

"Yes, as you can plainly see, we are alone," Elladan replied.

"There is no one hiding under my bed if that is what you are implying. Just how would I get the chance for that when people feel they can enter my rooms at will?" Annoyingly his rather pointed comments at the rudeness of this intrusion seemed to go right over Glorfindel's head.

" I must speak with you, it is something of great importance but you must promise me you will not tell a soul of what we speak," Glorfindel continued in hushed tones. Ok, let's be frank here. He was whispering.

" Glorfindel, you will have to speak up," Elladan replied in frustration. Was it too much to ask for a little peace and quiet without Glorfindel showing up and behaving so very oddly?

"I cannot hear a word you are saying. If I can't hear it there is no chance that anybody else will."

" I find I have a problem," Glorfindel continued slightly louder, ( but only slightly)

"I have decided I can go to no one else but you. You are a gifted healer, you must help me with this."

" You are ill?" cried Elladan. Maybe this explained things because Glorfindel was acting in a most unusual manner. Perhaps the trauma of his previous death had finally caught up with him and that was why he appeared so mentally unbalanced.

" My Lord, if you need healing you must see my father. He is much more knowledgable than I no matter how skilled you believe me to be."

At the mention of Elrond, Glorfindel became even more agitated, if such a thing was possible.

" No!" He exclaimed " I will not and you must swear to tell him nothing of this conversation."

"I cannot do that" Elladan confessed, "If I think you need his help I must tell him."

"Then I will say no more and leave you," Glorfindel sighed and headed toward the door.

Elladan was conflicted. If Glorfindel was ill and he certainly appeared to be then he must tell his father. But then if that meant he received no help at all….surely that was worse.

"Alright," he sighed " you have my word. I will not tell him. What is your problem? I will try my best to help you," Perhaps, he thought, he could convince Glorfindel to confide in his father once he had discovered what the trouble actually was.

" It is personal. It is difficult to speak of…." Glorfindel muttered then said no more.

Elladan waited.

Glorfindel did not elaborate.

Eventually Elladan lost his patience. Was he expected to guess what the problem was? He said the first thing that came into his head.

" A problem in the bedroom then?" He asked.

" What? What?" Glorfindel spluttered enraged, "No! I have no problems in the bedroom. I am Glorfindel of Gondolin. Who has been telling you this? Who dares! Who dares to spread such evil rumour? I demand you show me them and I will deal with them NOW!"

" No, No," gasped Elladan. Really this was turning into the most bizarre conversation he had ever had. "No one has said that, I just thought….you said it was personal….." He trailed off miserably.

"So YOU think I have bedroom problems?" Glorfindel was raging "Who else have you told this to? Come here and I will show you how much it isn't true"

Elladan desperately began to back away as fast as possible. He must put an end to this somehow. Glorfindel was obviously deranged and mental health care was not his forte.

" I have told no one. I do not think it," he said hurriedly before he could be further misconstrued. " I need you to tell me what is wrong, If I have to guess we will be here all day."

Glorfindel sunk into a chair, all anger vanished as he laid his head in his hands. He was completely dejected.

" Very well then," he sighed "If I must." He raised his head and looked Elladan in the eye.

" Elladan," he paused,

" Tell me My Lord, I cannot help you if you do not tell me," Elladan crouched beside him supportively but careful not to get too close…..he was still rather concerned about being on the receiving end of a bedroom demonstration.

" Elladan," Glorfindel almost sobbed…..

" I am losing my hair… I think I might be going bald."