okay so we are taking a breather from Hadereth, Erestor, and Andro...in this chapter, you will meet the following:

Elithraniel: daughter of Daerion, sister of Ecthelion and Erestor..

Glewiel: head healer of Gondolin, sister of Idril..

Fararith: female warrior of Gondolin, sister of Glorfindel..

Daerion: former warrior of Gondolin, father of Ecthelion, Elithraniel, and Erestor (in that order)

CHAPTER 4

Elithraniel was assisting Glewiel in cleaning up the healing wing. Glewiel, although the daughter of the King, chose to do normal work rather than get caught up in her family's lineage. Elithraniel was about to change the sheets on one of the beds, when she heard someone enter. Glewiel nearly dropped the armful of remedies she was holding. Elithraniel laughed.

" Peace mellon nin. It is just Fararith."

Fararith walked up to Elithraniel and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

" Hello meleth nin."

Elithraniel giggled.

" Hello seron vell."

Glewiel rolled her eyes. Did these two always have romantic moments? Glewiel nearly laughed at herself. They were wed, of course they had romantic moments. Fararith looked at Glewiel.

" Hello mellon nin. I am sorry for startling you."

Glewiel was about to reply, but then saw someone enter the healing wing. She bowed slightly.

" Lord Daerion."

Daerion smiled at her.

" Mara tuile Glewiel."

Daerion turned to his daughter, who was caught in a kiss with her new wife. Daerion cleared his throat loudly, causing Elithraniel and Fararith to jump apart. Fararith bowed.

" Lord Daerion, forgive me."

Elithraniel rolled her eyes and hugged Daerion.

" Ada, you must stop doing that."

Daerion chuckled, but then grew serious.

" May I speak with you alone my daughter?"

Elithraniel nodded and followed Daerion out of the healing wing. Daerion took a deep breath before he finally spoke.

" Have you noticed anything out of sorts with Erestor?"

Elithraniel nodded.

" Yes Ada, I have. A few nights ago, he came to Fararith and I. He asked if we knew how to set a fracture."

Daerion raised an eyebrow.

" Who harmed him?"

Elithraniel shrugged.

" I know not."

Daerion saw Ecthelion running toward them. He stopped beside Elithraniel, then smiled.

" Erestor told me who he has chosen for his majority night."

Daerion looked at his eldest son in interest.

" Whom?"

Ecthelion grinned widely.

" Lord Hadereth."

TBC...