A/N: getting impatient? Don't worry, I like to say the same to a lot of other author's too aranel_elf :) and dragonfire5888.you are running ahead of things! *g* Here comes the part where I say: only Thomas and Elanor belong to me, the rest doesn't.

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Thomas found he was staring, turned red and averted his gaze. "Thank you sir. Sir Elrohir brought me here yesterday night."

"Yes, I know. There are already some stories going around as to why you came here and who you are...so why are you here?" Glorfindel asked, with a barely audible tremble in his voice.

"I was following my horse...you see, she ran away after the storm and I just couldn't let her go alone."

A thought sprung to the young man's mind. "Could you tell me where the stables are, sir? I'm a bit lost..."

"The stables? I was just on my own way there," The elf said with a smile. The emotions that had been there just a few minutes ago were hidden again, but some sort of joy had taken it's place.

'Why would he be joyful for helping me on my way to the stables' Thomas wondered. He was still confused about the elf that looked so much like himself. 'Or is it the other way around? Do I look like HIM!?'

He didn't know which way his thoughts went, but they came to the question. 'Could he be my...NO of course not! Where did I come up with that idea?' Thomas was so caught up in his own thoughts, that he didn't notice the looks the elf lord gave him...they ranged from sadness and pain, to hope and love.

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The following days, the weather cleared up and it was sunny again. The days passed by in a glance, for Thomas they did atleast. When he and Glorfindel had gone to the stables, they had met Elladan on the way. Elanor had enjoyed the apple that Thomas had brought her. The attention she got was also well received.

One curious thing had happened, she had greeted the elf lord like an old friend. Normally she wasn't to keen on strangers, but for Glorfindel she made an exception. Elladan had shown him the other horses too, all where lovely just to look at. They generally had the same colouring as Elanor and their build was also similar. He said this to his two guides, but they just looked at each other and mumbled some vague remarks.

They had showed him around Rivendell and had laughed when he said he would always get lost here. 2 Days after his tour he dinned for the first time with the other elf residents. Dinner proved to be bigger than the young man expected. It looked like all of Rivendell was seated at the long table, on which was more food than he had ever seen together.

Being surrounded by elves all day had changed the way he thought of his pointed ears. Thomas wasn't embarrassed about them, not now everyone he encountered had pointed ears! He fitted in perfectly well, so if you would peek around the corner in the dining hall you wouldn't notice he didn't came from Rivendell. The young man was aware of this himself too and it confused him.

He was pondering over this when the elf seated next to him started up a light conversation. Thomas didn't know anything about the elf, just that his name was Lindir and that he didn't think too highly of mortals. The elf had just asked where he came from and was surprised to hear that Thomas came from a village of men.

"You are not from Lórien or Mirkwood? That's strange, because you look like someone I know and then I mean really look like him!" Thomas became interested now and gave all of his attention to Lindir.

"I do?"

"Yes. Do you see the man next to lord Elrond...the one with the golden hair." He pointed at Glorfindel, who was in a candid conversation with a silverhaired guest. He smiled brightly and seemed to notice someone looking at him. His eyes quickly scanned the room and finally met Thomas' eyes. The elf lord eyes sparkled with an inner light and something else Thomas couldn't describe. Glorfindel gave him a nod and resumed conversing with the guest next to him. Lindir had witnessed the exchange with a knowing look on his face and took a sip from his wine.

"Well, rumour has it that about 20 years ago he liked a mortal woman...very silly if you ask me. As with most men and women, the liking went to loving and she became pregnant. Or so rumour says." The elf took another sip from his wine as if to build up the tension. Thomas was fidgeting on his chair. At last Lindir continued.

"Now comes the sad part. Her parents weren't at all pleased with her being pregnant from an elf. They let her stay with them anyway, because she was more comfortable at home around other Men. Until they got in a big fight and she decided to come back here. Glorfindel was to meet her in the forest...the only thing he saw from her was her dead body." Thomas gasped, unable to imaging such a thing. The elf went on.

"At that time she was at the height of her pregnancy, but when he found her body there was no child. He found traces that said she probably had given birth just before she died. He also found tracks and when he followed them, Glorfindel came to a gang of robbers. I don't think I need to tell you what he did to them. After that he went to her parents house to tell what had befallen on their daughter."

"They were outrageous and blamed him for all of it. So he left and when he walked away he thought he heard a baby crying. To swallowed up in his grief, he didn't pay attention to it and made his way back to Rivendell." Lindir stopped talking and looked at the young man next to him. He knew he probably shouldn't have told this, but too much wine did loosen your tongue.

Thomas had paled and didn't know what to think...he just stared at his plate, then turned his look on Lindir and asked. "Did rumours also tell where the woman came from and what she looked like?"

"Let me think...I believe she came from a little town not far from here and she looked like every other mortal! Light brown hair, dark eyes, not someone to stand out in a crowd. I always wondered what Glorfindel saw in her..." The last thing he said more to himself.

Thomas then realised that this weren't just rumours, but events that had really happened. It all fitted right together in his mind. His likeness to the elflord, the strange emotions he had seen in those same eyes, the whispers that had stopped whenever he himself had entered a room... Pushing his chair back with some force, he stood up to get some fresh air outside. Glancing across the table he saw Glorfindel intently staring at him.

Thomas held his gaze and the elf's face turned pale as if he knew what the young man now knew. He turned around and walked out of the great hall. After some time he nearly ran and ended up in the stables. Thomas went directly to Elanor's stable and slipped inside. She looked up from her bucket of wheat and nickered a greeting. That simple response was all there was needed to make him cry. He put his arms around her neck like he had done a few days ago and buried his face in her manes...letting go his sadness, anger and shock in tears.

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A/N: *stretches her arms and back* Someone requested longer chapters...here is one! I don't know if others will be this long. The length of this chapter is just because I felt that I couldn't break the conversation in two. Review please!

A/N2: I just reread the chapter and found out that I didn't say what Thomas has discovered! Silly me...or have I given you enough information to draw your own conclusion? I like to hear them! :)

A/N3: argh.3 notes.Oh well, finally FOTR on rental video! Was able to see it two times again :)