Hey readers,

I originally intended the Glorfindel story to be a one shot but it kind of ended on a cliffy so here's the second part. Also, maybe you're wondering what happened to Brandwen. Is she dead or did she just pass out? Thank you to those who reviewed the story, I appreciate your input. Anyway, I'll write the story now.

" Where am I?" Glorfindel wondered as he stood and looked around.

He was in a rocky area with cliffs and thin grass. He walked for a few seconds until a beautiful elf appeared in front of him.

" Who are you?" Glorfindel asked as he stared at the women in wonder.

" I am Galadriel." She said simply, when she spoke it was as if she were singing. Her voice was as clear as water and smooth like dew.

Glorfindel reached out to touch Galadriel's hand but she spoke.

" Do not waste your energy by touching me, Glorfindel, for I am only a vision, a mere appearance." Galadriel said gently.

" What happened?" Glorfindel asked, " Why am I once again in Middle Earth?"

" You have been sent back to Arda now, before it all begins." Galadriel said.

" Before what begins?" Glorfindel asked.

" I do not know." She said, " But you are here for a reason."

" Where must I go?" Glorfindel asked.

" Travel to Rivendell, there you will meet Lord Elrond, he knows of your coming but you must convince him it is you."

There was an increase in the wind and as it whipped around Glorfindel it lifted his hair over his eyes so he couldn't see. When the wind died down and his hair fell away from his eyes, Glorfindel saw that the vision of Galadriel had gone and he was alone.

Glorfindel stood and looked at his clothes. He noticed he was wearing the same robes that he wore the day he fell with the Balrog, but they were in good condition. He looked to his side and saw his long elvish blade. It no longer had the black stain of foul Balrog blood but was shined and polished. He pulled his sword out of it's sheath and examined the blade. He ran his hand over it's smooth, silver surface. Then he began to walk, he walked for an hour until he came to Rivendell. He walked through the gates and towards a group of elves.

" Where is Lord Elrond's house?" He inquired.

" Up that way." One elf replied. He had long brown hair that fell to waves below his waist.

" Who are you?" Glorfindel asked bluntly.

" I am Elrohir. This is my brother Elladan," He said, gesturing towards a tall elf who looked a lot like him. " This is my sister Arwen." He motioned to a female elf with dark wavy hair and a defined nose.

" What is your name?" Elladan asked.

" Glorfindel."

" I imagine you are named after the great lord Glorfindel of the house of the golden flower, correct?" Elrohir said.

Glorfindel jumped when he heard that name, the house of the golden flower. How he longed to be in Gondolin again.

" No," Came a voice from behind the siblings. " This is Lord Glorfindel."

Elladan snorted and Elrohir looked behind him.

" Father." He said as Elrond came up to them.

" This is Lord Glorfindel," Elrond repeated.

" Lord Glorfindel." Arwen said as she curtsied slightly.

" But he fell in the first age. That was like 14,000 years ago." Elladan said.

" I have come back to you at the beginning of it all." Glorfindel said.

" What does that mean?" Elladan snorted.

" He does not know." Arwen said.

" Yes, I do not know." Glorfindel said.

" Come with me." Elrond ordered. " Let is speak of these things inside." He began walking towards his home with Glorfindel and his three children followed.

Once the five elves got to Elrond's home, Glorfindel and Elrond went into a secluded room. Elrond sat but Glorfindel wandered around. He let his hand travel over many papers and old histories. Suddenly the elf lord stopped when he saw an old page of parchment titled, ' The Fall of Gondolin.' Glorfindel jumped back and gasped at the sight of these words.

" I see you have learned of the fall of Gondolin." Elrond said as he stood. " Read on."

Glorfindel read on. He quickly scanned the paper and his eyes caught the words Balrog, Glorfindel and Melkor.

" How many survivors?" Glorfindel asked.

" Lord Glorfindel, you speak of this battle as if it happened yesterday. You have been dead for over 11,000 years."

Glorfindel closed his eyes and tried to remember the day he had died. It was the foggiest memory in the back of his mind. What happened that day? He asked himself over and over again. There was one name that kept forming itself over and over in his mind, but he could not place it.

" You are troubled, Glorfindel." Elrond finally said.

" I will get some rest." Glorfindel said, though he did not really need it.

As the elf lord followed Elrond to the room that was prepared for him, he tried to remember who that name belonged to.

Brandwen, Who was Brandwen? Glorfindel thought. A sister? No, I had no sister. A daughter? I was never married. Married, never married because I died before I could. I was meaning to ask her that night, ask who that night? Brandwen! I loved Brandwen!

Glorfindel ran down the hall and back into Elrond's office. Elrond ran after him.

" What has gotten into you?" Elrond asked.

" Do you have any history one one named Brandwen?" Glorfindel breathed. " I need to know what happened to her."

" She had a brother and a sister, correct?" Elrond asked as he began digging through a stack of old parchment.

" Yes!" Glorfindel shouted. " Is she still alive?"

" Last I heard she was in the grey havens, would you like me to..."

Elrond looked at where Glorfindel stood, but he had ran out of the room.

Glorfindel ran as fast as he could to the stables.

" I need a horse!" He said to the stable boy.

" Here is one sir." The boy said as he led a beautiful white mare with black speckles to Glorfindel.

" Hannon le( Thank you)!" Glorfindel breathed before he leaped onto the horse and galloped west towards the grey havens.

Once he arrived at the grey havens, Glorfindel put his horse in the stable and ran to the nearest building he saw. He knocked on the door and a young girl elf with red hair answered, she was holding a big green book titled, ' The Fall of Gondolin.'

" I swear," she said, " you look just like Lord Glorfindel from long ago."

" I am he." Glorfindel said, the girl's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

" Why are you here?" She said.

" I am looking for an old friend, her name is Brandwen, do you know of whom I speak."

" Yes," the girl replied, " My father has a list of all the elves who are scheduled to travel back to the undying lands, I can show you that list, wait here."

The girl ran into the house and returned a few moments later with a long piece of paper. Glorfindel took it from her and scanned the page. He came to Brandwen's name and looked at the date across from it.

" She is scheduled to sail today! Tell me where is the dock?"

" I can show you!" The girl replied. She ran out of the door and Glorfindel followed.

The ran through a portion of the city until they came to the docks. There was a boat with a few elves on board. Glorfindel spotted an elf with hair the color of russet leaves and ran towards her.

" Brandwen?" Glorfindel asked hesitantly.

The elf turned around, she was wearing a simple silver circlet on her finger. Her eyes filled with tears.

" I swear," she sobbed, " I thought you were lord Glorfindel, but he is dead."

" Brandwen, it is I, Glorfindel."

" How is that possible? You fell!" She cried.

" I was sent back." Glorfindel answered.

Brandwen flung herself again Glorfindel and pressed her lips onto his.

" I did not love another! I could never!" She cried after they had kissed.

" Lady Brandwen," A younger elf said. " the ship is ready to go."

" I will not be accompanying you, Asladir." Brandwen said happily.

" If course, my lady." Asladir said.

The two elves watched as the ship sailed into the west. Brandwen put her head on Glorfindel's shoulder.

" This is how it should have been a long time ago." She whispered as the sun set.

Glorfindel knee he would have to face a great threat, but for now he would enjoy his life with Brandwen.

The End