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Outskirts of Rivendell:

Glorfindel was patrolling the borders as he often did, though it was so peaceful these days there really was no point.

When he first saw the men, he thought it was just a few men who had gotten lost or had been attacked. The red haired one was obviously a nobleman and the brown haired one was probably a guard. Both were obviously leading something behind him, pack horses, perhaps.

"Halt!" he cried.

Both men stopped and, after getting permission, he began inspecting the bags and animals. After a few moments, he came across what they had been leading. Slaves. He gritted his teeth. He hated slavery. If they'd seen how many elven slaves Morgoth had had, these men would have hated slavery too. Or they would have been vying to join him.

One slave, the green eyed one, kneeled immediately. The blue eyed slave stared at him for a few minutes before the other pulled him down and he quickly kneeled with his head touching the ground. As he did so, his hair shifted and he saw the tip of an ear. He was an elf! Both were, he now saw. He bent down quickly and helped the elves up. Glorfindel was certain that the elves in the trees could have seen them shaking.

"Turn them over to me." said Glorfindel, wanting nothing more than to tear the man apart.

"No! They're mine!" the nobleman shouted.

Addressing the elves in the trees, he ordered the elves to be taken, by force if necessary. When the elves surrounded the man, they quickly untied the elves and left, leaving the elves staring at him in confusion, surprise, and no small amount of fear.