Alrighty! Now that the block's gone, back to normal posting! *Long chapter warning*

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The blade crashed down. I blocked it and pushed forward.

"Watch you flank!" Glorfindel warned as his elbow rammed into it. I let out a growl and kicked him away. I swung my glave above my head and brought it down on his defenses. He stumbled away, sweat dawning his brow. He charged forward. I brought my stick down to block him. I jumped backwards, my arms aching from the contact. He charged me again. I dodged to the left.

"Stop running! Take the offensive Jack!"

"Shut up Glorfindel! Just concentrate on the fight!" I growled angrily. As if to prove my point I slashed at his feet. He jerked backwards. With a cry I lunged at him, pressing forward with my stick so hard that it was pressed up against his chest. I pushed back with a force that even surprised me. He stumbled backwards, I took the advantaged and brought him down. I pressed my glave against the hollow of his neck.

"I win." I said smugly. His arm shot out with his spear and knocked me to my ass. In a flash he had me down on the grass. Glorfindel climbed on top of me.

"I think not." Silver eyes flashed victoriously. I struggled against him, thrusting my hips upwards.

"You bastard!" His legs locked around my thighs.

"Never count out an enemy simply because you have them down. And never forget their weapon." He leaned forward, the grin on his face growing when I ceased my struggles. "Do you yield?" I let out a sound of disgust.

"Yeah." Glorfindel climbed off and pulled me up.

"Today was good, but not good enough. Your speed stills need to be faster. Though I must say, it is remarkable how quickly you learned." He sent me a look. I ignored him. It hadn't taken long for Glorfindel to notice the gift. Within a week after the dream he had extended my glave hours from two to four. In response to the changes bow practice was dropped completely, considering the fact that I was just making a fool out of myself for Elladan and Estel's amusement.

The only other change to my 'schedule' was tracking and hunting. Elladan and Rinvil where put in charge of that. The lessons had started shortly after the change with my glave.

Ah yes, Rinvil. I flopped back down onto the grass, staring up at the cloudy sky. Rinvil was the guard from the post. One of the ones who first found me. I guess it was only made sense that he would find the Sheriff. Sheriff Michael, he had shocked us all.

He had shown up the day after the gift dream.

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"So Jack, how do you like training?" Elrond asked. I looked up from the window. It was raining again.

"Oh, Elrond it's hard. Probably would help if Old Glory their wasn't out for my head." Elrond's eyebrows raised. Besides him Erestor choked on his wine.

"Old Glory? Good lord Glorfindel! Don't tell me you let her call you that?" Erestor asked, his eyes wide with laughter.

"No. It is a name she has devised of her own wit and-" The boys couldn't hold it in anymore. Almost simultaneously Josh and Elrohir burst into laughter. Elladan just sat back in his chair and grinned. Glorfindel's hands gripped the cup. "And I can not seem to get her to stop calling me it."

"Oh come on Glorfindel, you know you love name." I said playfully.

"I beg to differ." He answered in a flat tone. The main doors burst opened. Elrond stood up.

"My Lord, I have returned!" A cloaked figure called. He brought down his hood as Joshua rushed to meet him.

"Ah! It is good to have you back!" Estel said clasping Rinvil's arms.

"Yes, it is good to be warm. And I have brought someone."

"Oh?" Elrond asked walking towards him. I stood with the others and followed.

"Yes my Lord." Rinvil bowed. "We found him in the woods, actually in a tree. He is here..." His words trailed off as he looked behind him. Disappearing into the hall he returned a few minutes later with a second hooded figure.

"Sorry. I was looking at the carvings, there quite good." The speaker tugged down his cloak. A scream escaped form Aya.

"Michael! Your alive!" Crying she threw herself into her teachers arms. I tensed. Another cop...this could be bad. Geez how many of us where here?

"Calm down 'Aya, this isn't like you." Michael said running a hand through his shaggy white hair. "Besides if you keep hugging me like that your going to break something." Wiping her eyes Aya backed away.

"But I thought you were dead! Are the others?" Michael looked away. Aya let out a sad sigh.

"I'm sorry Aya."

"It's alright. I knew but..." Michael's eyes roamed to me. Instantly he tensed. For a moment we stared at each other.

"Hello Jack."

"Oh no Michael! She didn't kill anyone! Well she did but it was self defense!" Aya explained what had happened in a quick low tone.

"I see." He answered, but his eyes showed he wasn't ready to trust me just yet. "So, there are three of us here. Where is here?"

"Middle-earth. You every heard of it?" I asked, not relaxing at all.

"Yes I have. And I thought that might be it. I read all the books, I am a big fan. But eh, I didn't think it was possible."

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That was over...wow a week. So I've been here for about two weeks. Michael had started to trust me a little bit, but he nearly had a heart attack when he learned about my training. I could just see what he was thinking. All right, let's teach the murder how to be even more dangerous.

Father...

I felt my face fall. Not a day had gone by when the fact that I failed him didn't come to haunt me. A stick poked my face.

"Wha?" Glorfindel was crouched next to me, stick in hand.

"What is wrong?"

"Nothing." I frowned as the stick came dangerously close to my cheek again.

"You're lying."

"Don't poke me with that again Glorfindel." I warned. The stick stabbed forward. I leapt up and lunged at him, knocking him over. Glorfindel poked my leg viscously as I locked them in place on top of his waste. I took the stick from him.

"I can believe you dude. Shit man, your suppose to be an elven king!" What was up with this guy? One moment he's bitchy, the next he's playful! Talk about mood swings! He propped himself up on his elbows but I pushed him back down with my hand.

"I'm allowed to have fun."

"But you're old! Your suppose to be mature and wise and stuff." I said poking him in the neck with the stick. He took it and broke it in half.

"I'm old yes," He made the two sticks walk up my hand. "Which is why I need even more fun. I'll go insane if I don't. Can't to serious. It'll overwhelm me."

"Fuck, I think you're already crazy." I muttered as he made the sticks do a jig. He chuckled.

"You need to get up now. You're going to be late to knife practice. And we all know how Fealin loves to spend his time with you." His lips twisted into a grin.

"Oh yes." I said bitterly. "Nothing fucking like training with a sex starved elf staring at my ass."

"Oh he's not sex starved. Trust me on this one." Glorfindel said with a harsh laugh. "From what I understand, Fealin isn't your only admire. What is this I hear of Elrohir?" I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. Elrohir's moves had been subtle. Very very subtle but still there. "Do you return his affections?"

"I don't know what to take of them. I don't love him if that's what you're asking. I don't think I can love a man." Glorfindel frowned.

"Women?" I felt my face reddened.

"No!"

"Oh to bad, that would have been interesting." Glorfindel said a wicked smile growing on his face. I slapped him on the forehead.

"Perverted old man." Get your mind out of the gutter! "I don't see what is their malfunction. I am not a woman, so why the hell is hitting on me?" Glorfindel's eyes narrowed.

"Jack, you don't actually believe you're a man do you?" His tone was guarded, as if he was talking to someone about to jump off a cliff.

"No. I know I'm female. But I might as well be male; I don't have a feminine bone in my body. Not that Arwen hasn't tried to make one." Arwen had not been leaving me alone. If it wasn't how my hair looked it was the status of my tunic and breaches (she had all but given up on getting me into a dress).

"That is true. Forgive her, she is still young." Glorfindel said with a soft smile. "I remember when she was born...She made her mother and father so happy. They sang to her for hours. Their joy was so great."

I looked up at the sky and stared at the clouds. When I was born I made my mother barren and disappointed my father. As my dearest father loved to remind me, 'you were trouble from the start.'

Father...Daddy. I could image the funeral, my mother all in black crying over her husband and his brother's disappearance. The family coming up to visit. Them swearing to kill me. I could see it all. I failed. Horribly. I wasn't good enough. I should have been better! I should have tried harder! I could have tried harder! I know I could! I could have convinced the football coach to let me play. I could off-

Glorfindel suddenly sat up. Unprepared I started to tumble backwards. I caught myself and looked at him in surprise. His silver eyes were clouded and those golden brows furled.

"Glorfindel?"

"You were thinking about him again weren't you?" His hand grabbed my chin and brought me to meet his eyes. "You didn't do anything wrong. You hear me?"

"How do you know? What do you know?" I grumbled trying to look away from the sliver eyes that were tearing into my mind. I didn't like the age reflected in them, it scared me.

"From what I've heard, you had every right to do what you did."

"I don't want to talk about it." I growled wrenching out of his grasp. "I gotta get to Fealin or he'll go ballistic." Okay slightly a lie.

"Bullshit. You can't keep this inside you Jack. You dwell on it." I spun around to face him.

"Dwell on it? I killed my father Glorfindel!" He grabbed my arm and forcibly pulled me closer.

"It was self defense wasn't it?" His sliver eyes demanded.

"I failed him!" Why didn't he just leave it alone? Why couldn't he just understand? "Just leave me alone!" He released my arm.

"You did nothing wrong!" Glorfindel said darkly from my side.

"I know the way to Fealin's field. Go away!" I growled.

"I will not! At some point Jack you are going to have to face this!" I threw my glave down and threw a punch. He caught and twisted my arm pulling me up against him. His sliver eyes looked down at me with sympathy. "And the more you run from the harder that's going to be." Glorfindel's voice was low and gentle. Gentle, that's a joke. My arm hurt like bloody hell. He let go.

"I have to go." I stormed off.

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Just a little elf counseling for you. And a bit of Jack/Glorfindel bonding. ^_^ Thanks for reviews!