Chapter 3 ended with:
Glorfindel always had had an appetite for sex that was greater than most ellyn's. He understood he might have found an elleth that could keep up with him in this regard. She was definitely a keeper!
Chapter 4: Saving Frodo
"I think we need to go to Imladris and report that the Nazguls are wandering in Middle Earth."
They were eating in front of the fire, still in the clearing where Glorfindel had taken care of Elleniel during her recovery.
Elleniel thought about Glorfindel's statement. They knew at least two Black Riders were going North on the Old South Road. This was highly unusual, the Ringwraiths usually stayed in Minas Morgul and sent orcs to do their dark undertakings. What were they looking for? Where were they heading? And most importantly, were all the seven remaining Nazguls traveling in Middle Earth disguised as Black Riders? Mithrandir and her father needed to be advised as soon as possible.
"You are right, Glorfindel. But I do not think I am recovered enough to make the journey as speedily as we should. I would slow us down. I think you should go first, and I will follow you. You can make it in a little less than a month if you hardly stop. Do you think Asfaloth can make such a journey?"
"I will not make it in less than a month, Elleniel, and not because of Asfaloth. I will never leave you behind."
"Glorfindel, I have taken care of myself for millennia. I do not need anyone to babysit me."
"I am sorry, Elleniel, but this is not negotiable. We will go together, and make it in whatever time you can."
"You are starting to sound like a husband. Which you are not, by the way," she warned him.
"This has nothing to do with our relationship."
"What relationship? We made love twice, Glorfindel. From what I heard about you in Valinor, that makes me one of a massive group of ellith! I doubt you have started to control the lives of all these lovers after a night together! Why would you start with me?"
"You do not think what you are saying. You are unused to have people that care for you, but you will get used to it! Rest assured that I would do the same for any warrior on a mission me. I have never left a soldier behind," he said casually. "We are leaving tomorrow – together."
He stood and left her alone by the fire. He really had not been insulted by her tone and meaning. He knew she was an independent elleth, and that getting accustomed to have him around would take a long time. As she had reminded him, the fact that they had made love did not give him any rights over her, but he knew he was the elf she had been closer to in all her life, except for her brothers, and only because they shared the same fëa. She would eventually yield to him. He only had to be patient.
Elleniel was more stunned than angry. She had thought that her rebuff would have sent him on his way to Imladris within minutes. Instead, he was going to stick around all night, and make the journey with her. They would make it there at least a week later than if he had left without her.
She moved her torso a little, to see how her ribs were faring. They were healing quickly, but constant riding would be difficult for at least another week or so. Maybe if she bandaged them it would ache a little less?
She installed her bedroll far from his, in a childish way of dealing with the matter, and she knew it. When he saw where she had put her bedroll, he simply took his and brought it beside hers.
"Can we see the stars better from here?" he asked.
"No. Actually, I was trying to have some alone time."
"Just disregard my presence then."
She sighed heavily when he brushed his hand on her hip.
"Glorfindel!"
"What?" he asked innocently, lifting himself above her and carefully avoiding to put weight on her ribs. "I told you to disregard my presence!"
Elleniel started laughing. How could she stay angry with this ellon who knew exactly what to say and do to make her melt?
The ride to Imladris had been more difficult for her than what she had expected, and somehow, despite her lack of complaint, Glorfindel had known it and made sure they were stopping at least five hours a day in the first two weeks. Then, she had been completely healed and had been able to ride at full speed for the rest of the journey.
Elleniel had agreed to not only go close to Imladris, but to actually enter the realm and the main house to meet with her father. Her only condition had been to be able to act like the Istar that she was, and not as the Lord's daughter.
They had also agreed that it would be best to act as if there was nothing going on between them. Elleniel was sure her father would not be pleased to hear about their affair. Mithrandir would also not be too keen about it, for different reasons. Anything that could distract her from her mission would not be encouraged by the Istari.
They crossed the Imladris gate exactly a month and a half after her fight with the Nazgul. Glorfindel was happy to be back home, but did not stop to greet his guards. He could feel Elleniel's discomfort, and how she wanted to take refuge in her father's office, where she would avoid everyone's looks.
Glorfindel directed Asfaloth to the stables, Elleniel following him on Ithil. She was fully covered by her blue cloak, and Glorfindel could hear the elves around them wonder who was this Istar they had never seen before.
They climbed the stairs as fast as they could, and Glorfindel noticed Elleniel remembered exactly where her father's office was located in the house. They stopped in front of the door, and Glorfindel knocked, hoping his Lord was working with Erestor.
Lord Erestor opened the door, and recognizing them, he let them in the office where he was working alone. Elleniel removed her cloak, and bowed to the councilor while Glorfindel gave him an elven handshake.
"I am so glad you are back! Mithrandir arrived yesterday with Gwaihir, the lord of the Great Eagles. Can you believe he had been prisoner of Saruman the White at the top of Orthanc for many weeks?"
"Is he well?" asked Elleniel, concerned for the Grey Istar she had started to be fond of.
"Yes. He is weak, but overall well."
"I knew we could not trust Saruman!" she exclaimed. "What is he trying to do?"
"He believes he can rule Middle Earth with Sauron, my child," said Mithrandir, entering the office with Elrond. "I felt your presence when you arrived."
The wizard looked tired, and thinner than before. But his blue eyes still had this laughing light.
"To what do we owe your presence here, my daughter?" asked Elrond, hugging Elleniel. "Knowing how you hate the thought of coming here, I am surprised to see you. Do you have some news of importance?"
"The Nazguls are on the move, Ada. We met three of them on the Old South Road, close to Isengard."
"What happened?"
Glorfindel took the pieces of the ring Elleniel had broken that day, and put them on Elrond's desk.
"Elleniel took care of one of them. The other two keep riding North."
"Did you get hurt?" asked Elrond, worried for his daughter's safety.
"Hardly," she replied, wanting to spare her father futile worry.
Elrond was not fooled. He saw the look that Glorfindel and his daughter had exchanged while she was speaking. She had been hurt again. But he was glad he had sent Glorfindel with her.
"Where were the Nazguls heading?" asked Erestor.
"We have no idea. We wanted to speak to you about it. We thought maybe you would know why are the Nazguls out of Minas Morgul."
"I believe I can answer that," Mithrandir said with worry. "A few weeks ago, I was able to confirm the location of the One Ring. As I went to Saruman to seek his counsel, he told me he was in contact with Sauron using a palantir. He asked me to join Sauron and him, and I declined. I was held captive for many weeks. I am assuming Saruman told Sauron about the One Ring, and now, the Nazguls are after it."
"Where is the ring?" asked Elleniel. "We need to go get it before they reach it!"
"It is probably on the way here as we speak. I had left a message to Frodo Baggins, the current ring bearer, at the Prancing Pony in Bree, and I also sent Strider a note to try to find Frodo and bring him here."
"Strider? You mean Estel, your adoptive son?" she asked Elrond.
"Yes. Do you know him?"
"I have met him once. He... carried a message for me. Where would they be? Somewhere between Bree and Imladris?"
"I suppose so," replied Mithrandir. "If they have not been caught by now!"
"We need to go help them," Elleniel said to Glorfindel. "They will not be able to fight the Nazguls."
"I agree," the Commander replied. "My Lord, we should send some guards on every possible road between Bree and Imladris to warn them that the Nazguls are after them. They are disguised as Black Riders. They should not try to fight them, but to escape at all costs."
"I will, Glorfindel. Where will you two be going?"
"We will take the road in the Trollshaws," Glorfindel decided.
Elleniel put her hood back on. "Wish us luck, Ada. Let's hope there are only two Black Riders out there, and not seven."
"May the Valar be with you," Elrond replied. "I will send word to your brothers to come back to Imladris."
When Elleniel and Glorfindel got out of Elrond's office, they stopped dead, facing a dark-haired elleth that was about to knock on Elrond's door. She was carrying a tray with cups of tea.
"Lady Arwen!" Glorfindel said, shoving Elleniel behind him. He did not want Arwen to learn about Elleniel's existence that way. It was up to Elrond to have this conversation with his youngest daughter.
"Lord Glorfindel! I am so glad to see you! You are back from your mission?"
"And I am leaving again to continue it, my Lady. I was barely reporting the progress of my task to your father. If you will excuse us, we need to leave immediately."
Arwen could feel the gaze of the Blue Istar that was standing behind Glorfindel. The wizard's hair was coming out of the hood, raven black like her own, and that was highly unusual for an Istar. All Istari looked like old men, with white hair and beard. Why was this one so young? Was he really a Blue Istar or was it a disguise? She eliminated that possibility immediately, feeling the power irradiating from the wizard.
Glorfindel and the Istar bowed to Arwen, and walked away swiftly. Arwen watched them until they turned the corner. She then entered her father's study, and asked who was that wizard she had never seen before.
Her father, Mithrandir and Erestor looked at each other, and then Elrond gestured for his daughter to sit with them.
"Arwen, we have something to tell you..."
Asfaloth and Ithil were pushed to their limits by Glorfindel and Elleniel. For nine days, they rode on the Great East Road without meeting anyone. On the evening of the ninth day, they suddenly heard a scream behind them.
They stopped their horses and turned around to see Strider running towards them on the road. Glorfindel dismounted and greeted the Ranger with relief. Suddenly, four little Hobbits came out of the bushes where they had been hiding.
Elleniel dismounted too, but stayed away from the group while Glorfindel was explaining that the Nazguls were after them. Strider was throwing looks at Elleniel, recognizing the wizard that had lured him in the woods around Bree.
"We need to take the risk of riding on the road and reach the Ford as soon as we can. I am afraid it might already been taken by the Nazguls."
"Frodo here cannot ride," explained a bigger hobbit named Sam. "He was wounded by a Nazgul at Weathertop."
Elleniel got closer to Frodo, and the hobbits watched her come closer with suspicion. Still hooded to hide her face, she knelt in front of him and moved his collar to look at the wound on his shoulder. She whispered a few words while her hand became blue. She was able to remove some of the poison, probably just enough for Frodo to survive until they reached Imladris. Elleniel knew exactly the kind of pain Frodo was in right now. She knew the burning caused by Nazgul's poison. She put Frodo's clothes back on properly and went back to her horse.
Glorfindel understood she wanted to talk to him, and walked to her.
"What is it, Elleniel?" he whispered so he would not be heard.
"We cannot linger here any longer, Glorfindel," she replied on the same tone. "His wound is poisened, but we cannot wait for the Nazguls to arrive. I feel them! They are close! The seven of them, Glorfindel!"
"Will he survive if we do not treat his wound with the plants I used on your own wounds?"
"I am not sure. I just removed some of the poison, but I am afraid it is not enough."
"I do not have much more plants for these wounds, Elleniel."
"Then just prepare a poultice as quickly as you can, and let's leave!"
Elleniel helped Glorfindel prepare the poultice, and he applied it to Frodo's shoulder.
"We need to go now!" Glorfindel announced. "Frodo will ride on Asfaloth."
"Can we put a Hobbit with the wizard?" Strider whispered to Glorfindel. "If they all ride, you and I can run with them while they ride. We will make it to Imladris much faster."
"I think we can. But pick the Hobbit that is the least easily upset. The wizard is rather... reserved."
"Pippin and Sam, you will ride on Bill," Strider called out loud.
"Will I ride with Frodo?" asked the Hobbit named Merry.
"No Merry. You will ride with the Istar," decided Strider.
Merry looked at the tall figure dressed in a dark blue cloak, that had been rude enough not to even bother to remove his cloak.
"I can run," he replied to Strider.
"Do not be scared, young Merry," the blue wizard said in a low tone, as if he did not want his voice to be recognized. "I will not hurt you."
Merry looked at his friends, and saw Pippin daring him to go with the wizard. He took a deep breath and walked towards the white mare. The wizard lifted him on the horse, and he easily jumped in front of Merry on the mare. Merry was impressed. Gandalf had never shown such physical strength. But he was an old man, while this wizard had black hair coming out of the hood.
They rode swiftly the entire night, and most of the following day. Merry had tried talking to the wizard during the night, but he was only answering his questions with yes or no answers. Merry got tired of talking and fell asleep, his cheek on the Elleniel's back. She smiled. The talkative hobbit had finally fallen asleep!
As they were getting closer to the Ford, Elleniel could feel that the Nazguls were getting closer to their group.
"Glorfindel!" she called. "They are here!"
Glorfindel screamed to Frodo to ride away as quickly as he could and pass the Ford. Frodo refused, determined to stay with his companions. Elleniel knew he was feeling the call of the Nazguls on the ring. They would try to keep him on this side of the Ford and take the ring away.
"Asfaloth! Ride to Imladris!" Glorfindel ordered his stallion. Asfaloth left the group and galloped away like a lightning.
Elleniel jumped from Ithil, losing her hood at the same time. Merry looked at her, astonished to see the wizard was actually a female elf.
"Dismount!" she screamed at him, grabbing him from the horse and pushing him to the bushes beside the road. "Merry!" she screamed when he had no reaction. "Hide!"
By then Glorfindel and Strider had done the same with Pippin and Sam. Glorfindel encouraged Strider to go protect them, and to bring Bill with them in the bushes.
"Will she not hide too?" Strider asked Glorfindel, pointing at the elleth who was pushing Ithil off the road.
"No, Estel. She cannot."
Strider watched as the elleth was standing on a rock on the side of the road. He could not believe how her features seemed familiar to him. She slightly looked like Arwen, but had something more of... Elladan and Elrohir?
"Who is she?" he asked Glorfindel.
"It is not up to me to tell, mellon."
They started hearing many horses galloping down the road. The elleth exchanged a look with Glorfindel, and the Ranger saw the ellon beside him give her an encouraging nod.
When the seven Black Riders appeared, they all bucked behind the bushes except Elleniel, who waited for the last rider to pass before she jumped on his horse with him.
Glorfindel and Strider watched as the black horse kept riding towards the Ford while the Black Rider and the witch were fighting on its back.
They watched them disappear in dismay.
"Is she mad?" asked a stunned Strider to Glorfindel.
Glorfindel looked at the Ranger with a terrorized expression, before he ran to Ithil, jumped on her back and followed Elleniel and the last Black Rider. To Glorfindel, there was something worse than watch Elleniel fight with a Nazgul. It was to know she was fighting with one and not being able to see the fight and how Elleniel was faring.
Strider and the three hobbits decided to follow him on foot, dragging Bill the pony with them.
When Glorfindel reached the Ford, his stallion Asfaloth was on the other side, Frodo still on his back. Six Black Riders were slowly crossing the Bruinen, while Elleniel was standing near the river, casting a spell to increase the force of its course. She was trying to have the river sweep away the Nazguls so they could all go back to Imladris safely.
Glorfindel could not see the seventh Rider, but saw a cloak and a Nazgul sword on the ground. Had she successfully destroyed the Nazgul without having received any serious wound other than the few cuts and bruises on her face and hands?
He saw what happened next in slow motion. The current of the river had increased greatly, and the Nazguls were about to be washed away when their leader threw a blade towards Elleniel, in the hope that her death would stop the enchantment. Fortunately, the current could not be stopped and the six Black Riders disappeared from sight. Glorfindel had seen Elleniel fall, but he was not certain if she had been able to avoid the blade or not.
She was lying on the ground, and her lack of movement told him he would not like what he saw once he reached her. He rode Ithil at full gallop until he reached her. Elleniel was on her back, her hand around the blade that was stuck in her lower abdomen.
"Are they gone?" she gasped, pain written all over her face.
"Yes, they are gone."
"Send Frodo... to my father..."
Glorfindel was now holding an unconscious Elleniel in his arms.
He yelled to Asfaloth, still standing on the other side of the river, to bring his charge to Lord Elrond. The horse turned around and started running towards Imladris, Frodo apparently unconscious on his back.
Knowing Frodo would be safely delivered to Lord Elrond within the hour, Glorfindel's attention went back to the unconscious elleth in his arms. The blade had penetrated her lower abdomen on the right side, and he was hopeful no important organ had been pierced. He decided to prepare his usual poultice for the poison used by the Nazguls when he realized that he had nothing to cure Elleniel. He had used his last herbs for the poultice he had prepared for Frodo the day before.
Strider and the hobbits arrived near them at that moment. Pippin picked up something on the ground and gave it to Strider. Strider immediately threw it on the ground with horror.
"Is this what I think it is?" the Ranger asked Glorfindel, pointing at the object.
Without answering the question, Glorfindel grabbed the pieces of the Nazgul ring and put it in a pocket inside his tunic.
"I should remove the blade here, she cannot ride for an hour with this poisonous blade inside of her," Glorfindel told Strider. Glorfindel removed his tunic, and in one swift movement, he removed the blade from his lover's stomach. He immediately applied his tunic against the wound to absorb the blood that was pouring out. Strider helped him tie the tunic tightly around her waist to ensure some pressure would be applied on the wound.
"Did she really kill a Nazgul, Lord Glorfindel?" Merry asked, concerned for the elleth that was lying in the elf's arms.
"Yes, Meriadoc, she did."
"What will you do with the Nazgul sword and the Nazgul blade?" asked Sam, ever practical.
"Can you bring them to Imladris?"
"Why?" Strider asked.
"She likes to keep them as trophies," Glorfindel replied, defying the Ranger to make a comment about her habit.
Sensing Glorfindel's unhappiness at the repulsion he had shown for the broken ring, he decided to overcome his aversion for anything relating to the Nazguls, and picked up the weapons on the ground and installed them in the packs carried by their pony.
"You need to bring her to Imladris immediately. Organs could have been touched," Strider insisted.
"You should make it safely to Imladris with the rest of the group. The Nazguls should leave you alone for a while," Glorfindel confirmed.
Glorfindel jumped on Ithil, and Strider gave him Elleniel's body. They crossed the now quiet Bruinen swiftly and arrived at the house within the hour.
His arrival in the healing rooms took all the healers present by surprise. Not every day was their Commander entering their rooms, stripped to the waist, holding the bloody body of an unknown elleth.
Lord Elrond, who was taking care of Frodo, recognized his daughter immediately despite the bruises on her face and the whiteness of her skin, announcing she was not doing well. Glorfindel crossed the main room and deposited Elleniel on a bed far from the other healers.
"Take care of Frodo!" he told Elrond, who was approaching to take care of his child. "He has been stabbed days ago, while her injury is freshly made!"
Lord Elrond returned to Frodo's care, but asked one of his healer to go help Glorfindel.
Glorfindel had ripped her tunic from her torso and removed his own bloody tunic tied around her waist to take a good look at the wound. When he realized a male healer was standing beside him, watching Elleniel's half-naked body, he became very angry and possessive. He forgot their decision to hide their relationship, and told rather nastily the healer to mind his own business and leave.
Elrond had heard the argument, but he put Glorfindel's reaction on his faultless sense of duty. Glorfindel had been asked to care of Elleniel when she was hurt, and he surely wanted to keep this duty all to himself.
He saw Glorfindel skilfully drain the poison from the wound, and prepare a poultice as if he was a healer and not the Commander of Imladris. Elrond reminded himself that Glorfindel had centuries of experience taking care of his soldiers on the battlefields.
All this time, Elleniel had not regained consciousness. She was in a deep healing sleep, which reassured Elrond that his daughter had been well taken care of.
Elleniel had finally regained consciousness two days later. When Elladan and Elrohir arrived in Imladris, they went at their sister's bedside before going anywhere else. They could not believe she had already killed three Nazguls and lived to tell the tale.
Elrohir was holding her hand while Elladan was holding the other. Glorfindel was watching the twins intently. He was not sure if Elleniel would allow her brothers the same kind of intimacy they had shared in the past and that he had witnessed in the woods months ago. He knew it was only kissing, but even kisses seemed too much to him. He was becoming possessive, and did not like the thought. He had never been possessive before with the other ellith he had shared a bed with, and the fact he was starting now was telling him much about his growing feelings for Elrond's daughter.
"Elleniel," Elrohir said, "you have to stop this mission. We do not want to lose you. You know we will fade should anything happen to you."
"We all have sacrifices to make in this war, Elrohir," she replied weakly.
"We do not want to lose you!" Elladan replied.
"Elladan, the three of us are warriors and risk our lives all the time. You think I have not heard about your orc-killing feats? Our fëa is constantly at risk due to the three of us. Furthermore, the fact that you ask me to stay home to do needlework while you keep fighting is not only insulting, it is unforgivable."
She weakly tried to remove her hands from their grasps without success.
"I am sorry, Elleniel," Elrohir said. He bent over her and tried to take her lips. She moved her head slightly to the side, avoiding the kiss.
Elrohir blamed her resistance to his kiss on her annoyance with them. Glorfindel hoped it was because she would kiss no other than him. Elleniel was not sure why she had done it. She knew kissing her brother would bring much comfort to their shared fëa, as it always had. But in the meantime, she did not want Glorfindel to witness it. And truth be told, kissing Glorfindel was bringing a different kind of comfort, a kind she was longing for continuously.
Her brothers decided to leave her alone, and thanked Glorfindel for having saved their sister once again.
Arwen arrived shortly after, having heard from her brothers that they had annoyed Elleniel greatly. The two sisters had met before, but Elleniel had been too exhausted to talk. Arwen had been too shocked by the news of her older sister being alive to act like her usual affable self. She had simply taken Elleniel's hand and had held it for a long time.
This time, Arwen insisted for Glorfindel to go have dinner in Elrond's Hall. The Lord of Imladris was to make the announcement of Elleniel's return during dinner that night, since many people had been suspicious about this injured elleth that looked so much like the twins. She convinced Glorfindel to go by arguing that her father would certainly appreciate the support of his Commander during that difficult time. Furthermore, all elves present would gladly hear about her Istar status and her Nazgul killing mission from the ellon that was protecting her during said mission.
"Finally alone! Lord Glorfindel is guarding you like a watch dog!" Arwen told Elleniel once Glorfindel had left the room she occupied in the healing aisle. "Would you like me to bathe you?"
"Are you sure Glorfindel has allowed you to touch me?" Elleniel asked, referring to Glorfindel refusal's of anyone's help in her care except for her father.
"I care not, sister. I am sure being cleaned with water boiled with my special herbs will make you feel better. They will help you sleep too."
"Fine," Elleniel whispered, knowing she did not need the herbs to fall asleep, but wanting to be kind to her little sister who was making such an effort to please her.
Arwen shortly came back with a basin of hot water that smelled very good. She undressed Elleniel and started washing her with a soft sponge, avoiding the area where Elleniel had been stabbed.
"Our brothers can be such idiots at times," Arwen said while working.
"Ellyn have a tendency to see us a weak creatures," Elleniel replied.
"Not only ellyn! Men too!"
"Where did you meet a man that thought you weak?" asked Elleniel with interest. Had her sister been in contact with humans before?
"Did you meet Strider? This Ranger was raised here in Imladris. We used to call him Estel. He is in fact Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir."
"I have met him twice before. Our brothers told me about his childhood here... and about the love that you share."
"He thinks I do not understand the consequences of my decision."
"What decision are you talking about?"
"I want to give up my immortality for him. I want to be his wife and share his destiny."
"That is a big decision, Arwen. One that should not be taken lightly."
"Do you think me weak too?" asked Arwen, stopping her movements.
"No. I can feel you are mature enough to make that kind of decision. I was merely wondering if you had taken the time to meet enough ellyn to determine that Aragorn is the one for you. I am sure there are many ellyn that want to court you - and marrying one of them would not make you do such a sacrifice."
"I have met many ellyn, both in Imladris and Lothlorien. None of them have made me feel like Aragorn does."
"Then do as you wish, Arwen," Elleniel said sleepily. "I know how it feels when others try to dictate how to live your life."
"Sleep well, Elleniel," Arwen murmured. She covered her sister with the bed sheet, thinking she would put her night gown back on in the morning.
When Elrond left the Hall of Fire late that evening, he decided to go to the healing rooms to see if all was well with his daughter.
As he entered the main healing room, he heard Elleniel moan in one of the private rooms.
She is in pain, he thought. He had started to assemble the necessary ingredients to prepare a pain killing draught when Elleniel started talking in a giggling voice.
"Stop it! We could get caught!"
Elrond did not clearly hear the reply as the ellon was whispering, but it seemed to be an encouragement to relax, that no one was going to catch them. He heard kissing noises and soon enough, Elleniel started moaning again.
My daughter has a lover! Elrond thought. He was about to go stop this madness when he realized his daughter was a grown elleth that would not appreciate her father walking on her while she was being intimate with an ellon.
He put back the ingredients where they belonged and almost ran to his rooms. He did not sleep at all that night, too busy had he been trying to discover who was his daughter's lover. She had told him nothing had ever happened with her brothers, and he wondered if she had lied to him. Was she in bed with one of twins at the very moment? He preferred to disregard that thought and decided the culprit must be one of the guards. Or Erestor? Impossible. Prince Legolas, who had just arrived from Mirkwood for the council? Maybe Elleniel had met him since her return to Middle Earth? She had also met Aragorn twice, was he her lover? He had already seduced Arwen, had he seduced Elleniel too?
At sunrise, Elrond was knocking on Glorfindel's door. Glorfindel opened the door, still sleepy, his hair dishevelled.
"My Lord?"
"Glorfindel, I need you to do something for me. Can I come in?"
Glorfindel let the lord in his room, and went to sit beside him in the boudoir.
"Glorfindel, my daughter has a lover."
"Which daughter?"
"Elleniel, who did you think? Certainly not Arwen?"
"I am sorry, my Lord. It is early in the morning, I have not gathered my thoughts properly."
"I want to know who is Elleniel's lover. I want you to find out."
Elrond noticed Glorfindel was not comfortable.
"My Lord, the last time I investigated something regarding your daughter, I ended up with the word spy engraved on my forehead. I do not wish for it to happen again."
"You know who he is, do you not?"
"Even if I knew, I would not tell you, my Lord. It took me a while to gain her trust. I cannot successfully take care of her during her mission if she does not trust me. It will have to wait until her mission is complete."
"Only tell me it is not anyone I would disapprove of."
"Tell me of someone you would not disapprove of, and I will tell you."
"I only wish he is an honorable ellon, such as Erestor or yourself."
"I am glad then, because I am sure you will find him honorable. I will tell you no more. I suggest you speak to Elleniel if you want to know his name."
"I had to lie to your father," Glorfindel told Elleniel when he went to visit her later that morning. "I never had lied to your father before!"
Elleniel smiled.
"I told you we would get caught. It is all your fault if you had to lie to my father."
"How could I resist? You were naked when I came to check on your wound! And you smelled so good..."
"Arwen washed me and left me naked under the sheets. I had nothing to do with it. But thank you anyhow. I am beginning to think the pleasure you give me helps me heal faster."
"I just prefer to do it when there is no one around to hear us."
"Then take me out of here. Let's leave Imladris. I feel well enough to follow you in the woods."
"We cannot right now. There is to be an important council this afternoon. Once all the decisions are made, and depending of what they are, we could be back on the road faster than you think."