And I've finally decided to continue this fic! *tumble-wind* Okay, I'm sorry it's taken me over a year for this chapter, and it probably isn't as good as the others, or was it worth the year wait. But I tried, and couldn't help myself with this.
But anyway, try to enjoy! *dodges objects thrown by angry readers* I'M SORRY!
"I don't suppose we've seen enough of this Tarbus river, have we?" Glorfindel wondered, looking at the gravel between himself and Asfaloth and the water.
Asfaloth shook his mane impatiently, probably demanding to turn back.
Halt, ahead of the elf, turned his head around to see him grinning. Halt wouldn't mind a bit smacking it off.
"Sorry, I am just sensing something odd ahead. I'd rather not discover it so late during the day." Glorfindel apologized, shrugging as if he could not help interrupting the silence.
Halt scowled. "You did say you intended to return home. Are you now saying you want to spend another night here?" And an odd feeling? Is he for real?
Urging Asfaloth to catch up to Abelard, Glorfindel laughed. "I would not mind that! It's actually not that bad here. Thank you for the kind offering!"
"I'm sure all your elf friends will be missing you – let's move on and see if we may run into any of them."
Glorfindel shrugged. "We may."
Halt snorted "If we're lucky."
For a while, the two rode side by side in the silence. The wind started to pick up and the sky was swiftly turning a dark grey color.
Halt didn't give Glorfindel a single look as the elf slowly began to fall behind. He didn't even notice the soft trotting of Asfaloth fade.
The ranger instantly stopped Abelard as he saw a faint shimmer in the distance. A shimmer of faint light which merged into a hazy picture. He saw a forest, with two tall riders upon white horses. He could not see their faces clearly, due to how far it was and the flickering of the image.
All Halt knew was that the riders looked almost identical, with long dark hair and matching longbows. And with a sudden gust of wind, the image was gone.
Halt blinked, shaking his head and looking behind to see what Glorfindel was doing.
Only Glorfindel wasn't there.
The sun was slowly beginning to come down in Araluen. The trees cast strange shadows against the cabin walls, crickets were making their familiar chirping in sync with each other and the sky was a burning shade of orange.
Will had put Tug into the stable for the night before casting a glance out into the woods. He was half expecting to see Halt and Glorfindel emerge from the now darkening forest.
Well, they're both taking their time. He thought to himself.
The elf and his mentor had been gone since mid afternoon, since Glorfindel was eager to explore the area near the Tarbus river.
It was about an hour before nightfall, and the two still hadn't returned. Will was half excitedly half impatiently awaiting them outside. But the air began to grow chilly, and an icy breeze froze him almost all over. Sighing, he went back inside with thoughts racing through his mind.
Maybe they ran into trouble … or they're lost – but they shouldn't be lost. Halt knows the way well.
Trying to calm down a little, he rubbed his hands eagerly together to warm them. It worked – as in his hands were now no longer numb. But he was still restless.
What if they ran into bandits? Halt and Glorfindel should be able to take care of them easy. But what if something attacked them? What if Halt threw Glorfindel into the river?
The more he worried, the more silly his concerns were.
"Worrying won't bring them back ..." Will said to himself. He leaned against the window, gazing outside at the sky.
There was no moon to light the sky. Nor were there stars shining brightly. Just foreboding clouds promising thunder and the wind biting his face with cold.
Finally sick of staying up, Will walked away from the window and fell into a light sleep.
It was the opening of the front door that instantly woke the boy up. Will's eyes were wide open, and leaping from his bed he raced to the door, full of questions for Glorfindel and Halt – most of them regarding what took them so long.
But his feet stopped moving as he saw only Halt, who himself looked tired as he took his cloak off.
"Halt. Where's Glorfindel? Is he still with you?" Will wondered, a rising fear in his stomach.
Halt only sighed, seating himself down. And he gave a simply yet weary reply.
"He's gone."
"I think we have gone too far," Elrohir pointed out.
Elladan gave the beech trees a disdainful look before looking at his twin.
"We have barely covered the realm of Eriador. Surely he could have gone farther!"
Elrohir slightly shook his head. "I do not know. There are light traces of him here in Trollshaw, but Asfaloth's tracks seem to have disappeared. I say we head back near the Bruinen and camp the night."
Considering Elrohir's words, Elladan slowly nodded. "Fine. We'll camp the night. Where a troll won't find us – I'm certainly not in the mood to run into one of them!"
The Peredhil turned their steeds around and silently rode near the Loudwater. Without lighting a fire, they quickly ate, discussed of what to do next and then made for bed. They planned to rise early and scout the edge of the Misty Mountains, hoping to at least find evidence that Glorfindel was nearby.
It seemed hopeless. Departing from the Valley just after sundown, they were hoping to report something to their father. Lord Elrond was sure Glorfindel would be fine, but the twins couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty and set out to search for where he may have gone.
Elrohir took first watch, and promised Elladan to wake him by midnight for his turn.
Elladan set his bow and quiver down, kept his knife close in hand before yawning and laying down. Drifting off to sleep, the last thing he saw was a faint shimmer of light among the trees
A huge thank you to all my reviewers! You guys are awesome! I also thank all those who are following this or have favorited :) Another thank you to Dash99, Hannah and Ranger Robin for urging me to write this chapter up, and to one from fire for the format tip. Hope this satisfies!
