Hello Readers,

So I was going to upload three chapters….BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, no seriously, I was, but then I was in the car and my computer died…. soooooo instead of waiting to post three, I will just post this one now and post the other two tomorrow. (Sorry, Optymistka!)

Well… now they are in Lothlórien… and HALDIR MAKES AN APPEARANCE. FYI, I don't mention it in this chapter but this is when Amroth is still King of Lorien so yeah...

Anyways, amazing readers, ENJOY!

L'Chaim… Philosophie88

Thranduil left Imladris the following day early in the morning without a word to his host or anyone else for that matter. Glorfindel felt slightly remorseful that he had been unable to repair any damage he might have cause inter-realm politics due to his angered possessiveness– just slightly. Gíl-wen was his love; he had tried for ages to court her and now that he had finally gotten her approval, he would let no ellon stand his way, even if he be an elven king.

Lord Elrond had not reproved him too badly for his conduct that evening, though he had asked him to write a note of apology which could be sent with the monthly messengers to the Greenwood.

True to her word, his beloved had gone to her cousin that morning and asked for an escort to Lothlórien. There she could gain some time to think over her love life and also convince Celebrian to come back to Imladris again for a visit. Rather surprisingly Elrond decided to accompany her; for though Elrond really did yearn for Celebrian presence, he was restrained by the duties to his own household from visiting her. The Lord of Imladris bade his cousin to postpone her departure for a week. This would allow him time to make the necessary preparations to travel with her and thus see his beloved.

Glorfindel and Erestor had been summoned and given charge of the household–though Erestor only agreed on the condition that Finwë accompany the party bound to the Golden Wood.

So it was that a week later Lord Elrond, Lady Gíl-wen, the Bunny Finwë, and a small contingent of Imladris elves set out for the land of their kin. Glorfindel had said his goodbyes to his beloved in private and now he watched her ride out of the gates with the hopeful feeling that she would return to profess her love and finally bond with him.

"I shall only be gone a month, Fin," Gíl-wen told him as she finished the last of her packing. He was lying carelessly on his side on her bed watching her, armed propping up his head, trying to soak in enough of her beauty to last him in the interim.

"I know, but I shall miss you."

"That is precisely the point, my dear Balrog Slayer, and I shall miss you too."

Glorfindel reached out to her. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, he took her small hands in his and gazed up at her lovingly.

"I would hope so. And I hope even more that you shall return to me with deepened affection."

She placed his hands on his shoulders as he placed his about her waist.

"I would wish that as well, Fin," and she bent her head down to kiss him.

She had given him hope before departing that all would be well, and, with the Elven King out of the way, Glorfindel did not doubt that she would come to realize her love for him in the glades of the mellyrn trees.

Lothlórien, T.A. 108 Late Spring

The party of travelers arrived in Lothlórien within a few days and were greeted at the borders by the Marchwarden.

"Welcome to Lothlórien, my lord and lady," said Haldir kindly to the peredhel and the princess. "This seems to be the week for visitors, though at least you had the good grace to warn us of your arrival."

"Oh," said Elrond curiously. "We are not the only ones to sojourn here?"

Before Haldir could respond, he was interrupted by the princess.

"Please do not say, Marchwarden, that the King of Greenwood the Great is presently here!" she groaned.

"Very well, Princess," Haldir replied, and turned to Elrond. "If you must know Thranduil Oropherion the Insufferable is here with his retinue. I take it you have had to host him as well?"

"Yes," replied Elrond, over another unladylike groan from Gíl-wen, "though why do you have reason to disrespect him?"

"He's just jealous because King Thranduil beat him at a game of throwing knives!" came Orophin's cheerful voice as he dropped down from his place in the tree. "It has been nothing but feasts and dancing since the Greenwood elves have arrived. They are quite a merry lot."

"Disruptive to the peace more like… " muttered Haldir under his breath. He then turned to his brother: "Go back up into your tree, tithen gwador (little brother)… " He turned to Elrond's company: "I shall escort you to Caras Galadhon."

As they made their way to the main city of Lothlórien, Gíl-wen ventured to ask: "Does the king intend to stay long, Haldir?"

"I know not, my lady," came the Marchwarden's reply. "He has told no one of his plans. He arrived here last week unannounced and had been staying with his cousin, Lord Celeborn. He has developed a great interest in the Lady Celebrian and the two of them have been seen in each other's company constantly." He said the last part with a sad look at Elrond. The peredhel lord looked slightly irritated, though he hid it well– Elrond was beginning to understand what Glorfindel felt and briefly thought about excusing his captain from penning the apology for his behavior.

Gíl-wen, however, felt something stir within her when she learned that Celebrian had been spending time with her king... Wait, since when did he become "her king?"… She tried to appear disinterested:

"Well, I hope he will leave soon; Celeborn and Galadriel don't need an abundance of guests, and Elrond and I intend to stay for a awhile."

When they reached the Lord and Lady's talon, they were greeted warmly by Celeborn and Galadriel.

"Welcome to Lothlorien, Elrond Peredhel, and welcome Gíl-wen Gil-galadiel," Celeborn said warmly. "We apologize that our daughter is not here as well to welcome you. She went with our cousin, Thranduil, to enjoy the cool waters of the springs this afternoon."

Elrond briefly looked like he wanted to murder a certain someone and then schooled his face to one of mild disinterest.

Galadriel of course noticed and reassured the Elven Lord of her daughter's affection.

"You need not worry, son of Earendil. They have but the affection of close family for one another. I am certain they would quite glad of your company–both your companies." She added the last with a pointed look at Gíl-wen.

Gíl-wen quite put out by the thought that Thranduil was spending time with Celebrian, no matter what the Lady said, and furthermore she needed time to herself to think about how she should behave around the king due to this certain development.

She excused herself to her rooms:

"I am certain that they would, my lady, but I am quite weary from our journey. Might I be shown to my chambers that I might rest before the feast tonight?"

"Certainly, dear one," Galadriel acquiesced and showed her the way, while Elrond was left to go find Celebrian and the notorious Thranduil.

Alone on her bed, left to her thoughts and staring up at the branches of the mallorn tree that formed the ceiling, Gíl-wen pondered the news she had recently received: Thranduil was in Lórien.

She glanced helplessly at Finwë who was munching some carrots next to her:

"What would you do, Finwë?" she wondered aloud.

Finwë twitched his little nose, looked at her with wide bunny eyes, and resumed the ingestion of his vegetable.

She sighed and returned her gaze to the woody ceiling.

"Oh course, you wouldn't know. You've probably never been in love, you silly rabbit."

It could not be that Thranduil had known she was coming, and wanted to be with her; he had departed before she had even made her decision, and he had said that he was going back to the Greenwood... Or at least that is what the whole of Imladris had supposed. So such a meeting now was unplanned by either herself or the king.

Would he be angry at her for the actions of her beloved?

Glorfindel... Ai!

Here she was suppose to be pining away after her balrog slayer, when the one person in the world who hindered such affections was now himself in the one place she had hoped to find respite.

Could her luck get any worse? Or perhaps... perhaps the Valar were sending her a sign.

Gíl-wen got up off the bed and moved around the room, readying herself for the evening. She changed into her golden flower gown without really thinking about it and wondered how she should behave in the Elven King's presence.

She decided that she would be civilly distant from the Elven King, for Fin's sake, because it was the reason she had come on this holiday. She would tone down how she acted in Imladris around the king, which maybe was a bit too animated and flirtatious, and then let fate take its course. If she were meant to be with Glorfindel, then surely her heart would ache for him in spite of Thranduil's presence; if she were meant to be with Thranduil–ah, a girl could dream–then the Valar would take care of everything else.

A small part of her felt distantly sorry for Glorfindel, while another part, a very large part, of her soul, was elated with joy as she readied herself for the feast.

Gíl-wen fastened her emerald and mithril pendant about her neck and, with one last look in the glass, went to find her dear friend Celebrian.

BrownEyedGirl87: I am rather flattered that you are having all these feels and emotions! It means I must be doing my job as a writer! Continue to enjoy… I send you virtual tissues...

Lady Silverfrost: Yes, they do need distance! I'm not sure if it is a good thing for Glorfindel though.

glassary: LOL I LOVED YOUR COMMENT. Finwe has come close to being a menu item several times :)

HinaTea: Someone already loves Fin… that would be me… even though I give him a hard time.

IKhandoZatman: Thanks ;)

VivianChaotica: YAY! If you would like some more cool Galion stories, check out Jael the Scribe's work. Jael writes a whole lot and very, very, very well. Great Thranduil/Galion friendship in those tales too. Check out my favorites, esp. the story Not Fade Away. Also, I don't know if you read any Jeeves and Wooster by P.G. Wodehouse, but kinda get my inspiration from that relationship, though I think Galion says aloud everything Jeeves wants to… ;)

Optymistka: I tried… I really did… I will keep trying...

FollowTheSun22: This is set right after the Last Alliance so I would suppose that there aren't a lot of orcs anymore… I mean they are not as organized and things are relatively peaceful! Don't worry :) I am not cruel…but you have given me some ideas ;)

gginsc: he will, he will; but he has to realize that she really doesn't love him before he can move on. Check out one shot if you haven't already!

MayEast: Awwww… thank you! Thrandy does need a friend. He always struck me as character who would not have a lot of friends, but only one good friend. I kinda imagined it to be like Jeeves and Wooster...

Mr. Darcy: Love the name;) I am glad your day was made. More Rondy and Finwë to come. We have to wait a few chapters before either Fin or Res get their ladies. Just FYI they will be from Lorien... ;) No, Thranduil gets Gíl-wen. It is kinda confusing because neither Gíl-wen or Thranduil want to admit they like each other ALOT and Gíl-wen is still trying hard to love Fin. AGHHHHHHH! SO CONFUSING! LOL, but I hope that that kinda clears things up.