First LOTRs fic.

I was inspired to write this after hearing a certain piece of epic music and this story unfolded and now I am writing it down. Please comment…

Rating: T – for violence

Disclaimer: I do not own Tolkien and am gaining no profit from this story. But Elengil is mine (so don't steel her) thanks!

Now…onto the story…

Star in the night:

She had felt it as she sat in the safety of the tree of Lothorien…a chill run down her spine and her heart grew hot within her. She almost doubled over with the pain of it…and his face flashed before her mind…Glorfindel. "My lady…are you well?" She looked beside her to she one of the elven maidens look at her with concern. "I need to sit down" and with the help of her friend, Elengil (star) sat down on the soft leaves of the forest floor. The forest was calm and the sky held no darkness…a light breeze was in the air. They had been walking among the trees, Elengil and her friend. It was a ritual they had developed every time war was hand and their hearts ached for the safe return of their loved ones from war.

This time the battle lay between Lorthorien and Rivendell. With the rise of the evil in Mordor, attacks were more frequent now between the two-elven realms. Orcs grew ever bolder as the darkness grew. On this occasion, both the forces of Lorthorien and Rivendell were called as the army of orcs were forming a barrier between the two realms. No one was quite sure who was leading this evil army. Rumor had it that the black riders had risen once again but no one knew for sure.

"What is it my lady?" the she-elf asked again, worry clearly on her face, looking into the eyes of Elengil. "I don't know…but I felt pain not my own…Glorfindel's…" Elengil was from Lothlorien and had met Glorfindel on one of her trips to Rivendell and over the centuries, they had become friends…and then more then friends. They were now bond to one another and had been so for several years now.

Looking at her friend Elengil spoke, worry in her voice "…all I know is that I must go to him." Standing again, she called for her mare…whom she heard neigh from one of the many meadows that was near by for that had ridden them this morning to the very spot they stood. Worry showed in her friend's eyes "Elengil…what do you mean…you cannot just cannot go with nothing in hand…" Elengil was barely listening as she walked over to her bag, bow and quiver, swinging them over her back…her horse had now come to her side. Rushing along side the other side of the beast, her friend began again, clearly not getting through to her "If you were to get hurt on the way…you would have no aid". Elengil flashed a look at her "You know very well why I must go and as a healer, I have what I need if Glorfindel needs help but my heart tells me he is in need."

"But you should at least take others with you Elengil…"

"No…I must go now" and swiftly, she mounted her mare, green dress flying, ready to go toward where just two days ago, Glorfindel had parted from her with the army who's main force was on foot, given Elengil the advantage as she was mounted. Glorfindel had his mount Asfaloth as few other lords had mounts but they would be slowed down by those on foot. Elengil was about to signal to her horse when a hand grabbed hers, looking down she saw tears in her friend's eyes "Elengil…please be careful"

"I will" and with a nod, a squeeze of hand…her mount shot through the trees, a white blur through the trees. Elengil's fear was growing fast as she rode, the pain she had felt was not leaving her. How could things change so fast? Was it not just a few days ago when she and her love had arrived in Lothlorien to visit her kin, for her and Glorfindel lived in Rivendell. The call to arms was unexpected to say the least. Elengil remembered well that parting moment…

The Army was ready to move and Glorfindel looks over the troops…a hundred would do fine he thought as Rivendell was sending their own troops…well his troops…but the Lord and Lady had given him command, trusting in his judgment in battle.

"Glorfindel…!" He turned to see Elengil run into his embrace "Please say it is not true…you have not been called to war…we came here for peace and now…" She could say no more. Glorfindel held her tight, no words would come but a tear from his eye dropped on the crown of her silver golden head as he rested his chin gently as he drew her close…"it is too soon" he thought…to leave her. How many times had he left to war with the new evil had arisen and yet again…here he was called out once more. He had only been five years since their binding, their bond still forming but it was strong even now. He pulled her away to look down into her eyes "I will live for you…and if I need you…I will call." And she then understood…she felt his mind touch hers and his words came into her mind "If you see my face…come to me" and he kissed her with a passion that made the waiting soldiers blush but they said nothing.

She rode faster through the forest as a pain shoot through her arm…and she prayer to the Valar that he would still be living when she found him.

Glorfindel blocked yet another blow and pain shoot through his arm and he dropped to one knee. He was weakening…and he knew it…the poison of the arrow that hit is leg was working it way through his body. His vision blurred…but it would not end this way…and he stood yet again against the dark evil before him. The black wraith screamed as he threw his sword down on the elf-lord.

No aid came as the elves engaged with their own battles…as the battle turned ill. Their only hope was Elrond and his forces coming from Rivendell.

Again and again Glorfindel blocked, being pushed back, even step sending shock was of pain raiding from his leg…sweat and blood dripped down his face. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the sword away and swung at the wraith, and hit him in the leg but to seemly no effect and the wraith took the opportunity to knock his sword out of his hand sending him flying back as he was kicked again in the face. The elf was disorientated for the moment.

Looking up, Glorfindel to his horror saw the wraith draw a small blade from his cloak and he knew full well what that was…he didn't intend to kill the elf, but to do worse…make him into a servant of the enemy. Pushing with all his strength to his knees, seeing the black rider come towards him…he drew a dagger out from his boot, blocking the small morgul, but the strength at which the wraith came was too much for Glorfindel and he fell onto his side, snapped the shaft of the arrow in his wounded leg, crying out in pain, he fell. Yet again the wraith came at him with his long sword in his left and morgul blade in the other…coming down again with the long sword, Glorfindel blocked it with the dagger, but he was too late, and he saw the morgul blade…

Elengil rode like the wind, now out of the forest as she had coved more in a few hours then the army could have done in a day's time…she could see the battle just beyond the line of her elven sight…and she urged her mount faster…and then it came…the terrible pain near her heart and she almost fell but for her horse's quick sense who saved her from it…and kept running ever toward the battle…Elengil braced herself against her horse's neck…trying to ease her breath and the bond that she and Glorfindel shared was shaken…pain was all she felt from him..

The wrath pressed hard down on the elf-lord and it took all his strength to keep the long sword at bay…but he could only watch in horror as his saw the morgul blade come towards him and he turned to try and deflect it with his arm…but too late…the blade entered his chest…close to his heart and he felt white fire in his breast and the shock drove him onto the earth beneath him…and he gasped for air and he looked into black shapeless face of the rider who stood above him. Having reached his goal, he ceased driving the long sword down as he did not desire to kill the elf lord. Long moments passed. Glorfindel, in his shock, could only stare at his enemy…his breath becoming ever more painful. The morgul blade remained in his body and drove deeper with every breath and the wraith stood tall, twisting the blade and Glorfindel's eyes grew wide and blood came from his mouth, he felt a snap within him and the wraith withdrew the blade. Glorfindel cried out in agony. The wraith held the blade up, revealing the tip was still in the body of the elf.

Then a clear horn sounded through the battle field…Elrond's forces had come…the black rider flew away, fear gripping him as he knew the lord of Rivendell was on the field…leaving Glorfindel gasping on the ground, blood coming from his chest…and he saw blackness invade his eye sight "No…this cannot be…" and his thoughts turned to his love "Elengil" he whispered to the wind…and he closed his eyes…praying that she would come.

To be continued….