A/N: I took a while for this chapter to be posted, but here it is :)

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7

The chattering of birds outside of his window woke Thomas up the next morning. He slowly opened his eyes and wondered where he was for a moment, looking around he remembered. He sneezed and coughed a bit. His head was pounding and he didn't feel very well. `Great…now I have caught a cold. Walking in the rain didn't do me any good I guess`. He sighed and made a quick recap of all that had happened yesterday after he had seen Elanor again.

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He had stayed with her for at least an hour, checking her over time and again. After that, Elrohir had led him to a guestroom…one that was bigger than the living area and the workplace at home together. It was spacious with open archways and a balcony. In Thomas´ eyes it was beautiful

Servants had filled a bathtub for him with warm water and some sort of oil, which smelled really refreshing. They had wanted to help him undress, bet he had reclined their offer. After he had soaked for some time he had fallen asleep. He woke when someone called his name and lightly shook him.

It had been sir Elrond who had woken him and told him with a slight smile that he could better lay in bed if he wanted a good night sleep. He had handed him a towel and pointed to some clothing that were laid out on the bed. Thomas had put the cloths on, fell unto the bed and had fallen asleep instantly.

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Now he was sniffling and hungry. He scrambled out of be and roamed around a bit. Everything was examined and studied. He was just looking at some wonderful wall paintings when someone said:

"Good morning Thomas". He turned around and saw Elrond standing at the door. "How are you feeling?" As in a response, Thomas sneezed a few times "I feel reasonably well, sir".

Elrond walked over too him and laid a cool hand on his forehead. "Hmm, a bit warm, but nothing to worry about. Are you hungry?"

When Thomas nodded, the elf lord went to the hallway and instructed a servant to bring up some breakfast. He then walked around the room and seated himself in a chair near the balcony.

"I didn't have a chance to talk to you yesterday, but I would like to know where you are from and where you're parents are." Thomas stared at him and sat down in the other chair.

"Well…I am from a small town on the westbank of the river Hoarwell and live there with my grandparents. My parents I never knew. My mother died giving birth to me and my father is a total mystery." The young man thought a few seconds and got a regretful look on his face.

"I should be going home today…my grandparents are probably angry that I have been away all night." Elrond shook his head.

"You aren't going anywhere until you and your horse are healthy again."

Before Thomas could protest, a servant came in with breakfast and Elrond got up to leave.

"You are free to walk around Rivendell as you please, but don't overexert yourself!"

"Yes sir. No sir." Thomas said and watched the elf lord leave. Breakfast was quickly devoured after that. Half an hour later the plates were empty, so Thomas freshened up a bit and started towards the hallway. 'Walk around', or so sir Elrond had said. 'Great…but where too?' Thomas thought.

He stood in the hallway and looked around. Maybe he could go to the stables to Elanor, the apple was already in his pocket…but where were the stables!? He took a lucky guess and headed of in the direction he thought he had come from last night. It soon proved to be the wrong way as he came to a dead end. He turned and went into another passageway…the wrong way, since he wasn't back where he had started and was even more lost.

"Just great…" Thomas mumbled, taking another turn, "I am lost!" Just as he finished his sentence, he bumped into someone. When he looked up he didn't believe his eyes. Before him stood an elf with the same eyes and hair colour he had. Grey eyes, with both the same amount of startlement, locked. Thomas stood there staring and he thought he recognised the man, but that was impossible. The elf eyed him with a mix of emotions; curiosity, confusion, disbelief…then spoke.

"You arrived here yesterday, didn't you?"

Thomas nodded and finally found his voice back. "Yes sir, I did. My name is Thomas"

"Thomas…", the elf whispered. He then got a smile on his face. "Welcome to Rivendell then, Thomas. My name is Glorfindel."

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A/N: Well…what can you make of that? Next chapter typed and waiting!