Just another short story I wrote while my students were having tests and I had nothing to do.

As always, it is dedicated to my sister and to the Tolkien Group girls.

Hope you like it.

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She has been taken.

She, who has always been so good and pure.

Those vile creatures created by Morgoth who dared lay a finger on her deserve to have the worst of deaths just by their audacity

It`s been a long time since I last felt like this, but now my heart desires their suffering and I long to be the one who`ll bring it upon them.

My thoughts are interrupted by a commotion downstairs and for a second I wish I could be anyone else so I would be able to forget my responsabilities to my people and just go after the one I love, but as the Lord of Imladris I force myself to stand and go to the entrance of my house meeting some of my people along the way and noticing the tears streaming down their faces. Deep down I feel a little selfish for focusing on my own pain while I know that every elf in Imladris is suffering for my wife's kidnapping, but right now I just can`t.

I decide to locate the cause of the disturbance as soon as I can so I can solve it and then focus on my wife, but to my surprise, I find my two twin sons at the center of the field preparing their horses and getting ready to leave. The commotion I heard earlier was caused by the soldiers who have been part of their garrison for many years and were now surrounding them.

I noticed that no matter what they did, my sons didn't seem to aknowledge them and kept focused on their things. I try to call their attention to understand what is happening and I feel a shiver run through my spine when their eyes meet mine and I find myself locked in their gaze.

I have never seen my sons look as cold as they do now. They look like soldiers who have lost something important and would do everything to have it back.

I understand now what is happening and what my sons are doing and I notice in their eyes that they know exactly what I'm thinking and they make it clear to me that there's nothing I can do to change their minds.

"Enough" I say and suddenly all the comotion stops and every elf present is now looking from them to me, but I myself can't look away from my sons. I know this is a personal quest and they won't allow anyone to follow them.

I know now why their eyes are so cold. My own eyes had the same appearance minutes ago. My former assumptions were correct: they really are soldiers who had something important taken from them.

Their mother was taken.

And they will bring her back.