Early the next morning before most of the inhabitants was even up; a very disgruntled Glorfindel was busy trying to talk some sense into three vengeful brothers. Haldir, Orophin, and Rúmil had made up their minds upon arriving to go out and seek the blood of the Orcs who killed their sister, Tinil. As their Lord and Lady were busy with their daughter, they took the very first chance they could find to leave.

Haldir was in the middle of retorting when they were abruptly interrupted by an incredibly upset ellon. "Lord Glorfindel, Lord Glorfindel!" he called frantically, waving a letter in his hand.

Glorfindel held his hand up stalling the young Elf. "Halt Loboron!" When the Elf had calmed some, Glorfindel gently placed a hand on his shoulders. "What troubles you this early in the morning you must run down the halls yelling?" Glorfindel asked slightly agitated.

Loboron blushed at being reprimanded especially in front of guests. "Forgive me, my lord, but I come bearing bad news. While I was feeding the horses, I came upon the young Lords Elladan and Elrohir's stalls and found their horses missing. Looking up, I found a letter pinned to the door of Master Elrohir's stall with his handwriting. It is addressed to Lord Elrond."

Glorfindel paled as he took the letter from the stable hand. "Thank you, Loboron; I will take it from here." When Loboron left, Glorfindel unfolded the letter and read the words he feared the most.

Father, we could no longer remain behind and allow the beasts who tormented our mother so, go unpunished. We know you forbade us to leave, but after last night and upon seeing Captain Faron in his present state, we have decided to depart and hunt down the ones who did this. We will not return until our mother and friend have been properly avenged.

Elladan and Elrohir

"Those fools! They will get themselves killed!" Glorfindel growled folding the paper up. How was he to tell Elrond his sons deliberately disobeyed a direct order from their father? Looking up, he noticed Haldir and his brothers were slightly concerned.

"What is wrong? Are the twins alright?" Haldir asked.

"If they are alright, they soon will not be when I get my hands on them. The fools ran off on some blood thirst quest to avenge their mother and Faron." Glorfindel growled, clenching his fist.

Orophin laughed after hearing the news. "I think the twins are right to go off and exact revenge. These spawns of Morgoth should pay for what they did!"

Haldir nodded in agreement. "As for us, we will be taking our leave to avenge our sister. We will not rest until every last Orc is cut down!"

Glorfindel could not believe what he was hearing. Had everyone gone mad? "Do not be ridiculous Haldir, you are only three, and the Orcs are many! You will all be killed and then what?"

Rúmil who had been quiet up until now spoke up. Normally, he was the sensible one, but today he surprised everyone. "There is nothing here in Imladris for us. We merely came here so we could seek out the ones who took our sister's life. We will follow the twins and join them in hunting down these foul beasts until the ground is soaked with their blood!"

"Do you not hear yourselves? You are speaking foolishly! The enemy overtook our rescue party nearly destroying it in our attempt to save Celebrían. We barely made it out with our lives. These Orcs will be more alert and prepared; you will surely not stand a chance!" Glorfindel pleaded one last time, hoping to sway the Marchwarden and his brothers from making a mistake, one which would inevitably end in disaster. But they would not heed his warning.

Haldir glared at the twice–born warrior. "Our minds are made up. We leave at once!" Turning, they stormed out of the main hall and headed for the stables.

Glorfindel groaned. Not only did he have to tell Elrond what his hair-brained sons did, but he now had to tell Celeborn and Galadriel that Haldir, Rúmil, and Orophin left as well. Wasting no time, he rushed to Celebrían's room to inform them at once.

Elrond just finished up with Celebrían, and the family was busy talking when they heard a knock on the door. Sighing inwardly, Elrond answered, "Who is it?"

"It is me, Elrond. May I come in? It is urgent."

Looking at his wife, the two shared worried looks. "Yes, Glorfindel. Please come in at once."

As Glorfindel entered the room, Elrond knew at once it had to do with his sons. Glorfindel swallowed handing his friend the letter and waited for what he knew was to come next. Sure enough, when Elrond finished reading the letter, his face turned a dark shade of red, and he crumpled the letter up before standing up to get a drink. "Those idiot sons of mine! I told them explicitly not to go, and they outright disobeyed me!"

Arwen stood and walked over to her father placing a hand on his shoulder. "Father, what is wrong? What did Elladan and Elrohir do that has you so upset?"

Elrond had taken a deep breath before responding. The last thing he wanted to do was to upset his wife. However, he knew despite his best effort she would be horror-stricken at the news. "It appears your brothers have left on a mad quest for revenge."

Celebrían cried out in horror. "No! They cannot go!" As she was speaking, she tried to get out of bed, only for her father to hold her back down. "Father, let me go, I must go stop my sons, or they will die!" she screamed, trying to push her father back.

Celeborn only gripped his daughter tighter. "No, my daughter, you are not well enough yet to get out of bed. I will go try and talk some sense to them." Looking up at Glorfindel, his eyes went cold as he fought back his anger at what his grandsons were doing. "Where are they now?"

Glorfindel shook his head. "I do not know, my lord. They are probably miles away by now as it appears they left last night. I am afraid Haldir, Rúmil, and Orophin have left as well. I tried to stop them, but they would not listen to reason."

Now it was Galadriel's turn to get angry. "I knew it was a mistake to bring them. We should never have allowed those three to come, Celeborn! I swear when I get my hands on them, they will wish they had died by their enemies' hand!"

Trying to console a crying Celebrían, Celeborn attempted to calm himself. Observing his son-in-law, he noticed he too was trying to remain calm.

Elrond tried to reign in his emotions for the sake of his wife and daughter who were both visibly shaken up. "Glorfindel, I want you to please take Asfaloth and go after my sons. Do not return until you have brought them back home safe and sound.

"You know they will not listen to me, Elrond. They have lost all sense of reality. All they can think of is revenge."

"Tell them their mother begs them to return. I do not care what you have to do, just please bring my children back home," Elrond pleaded.

"It will be as you command, my lord," Glorfindel bowed and turned to leave. He could only hope he would not too late.