A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry I was away for so long, but the drama I was watching got the best of me and I have been laser-focused on that. Also, I think I needed a bit of a break from this story just to figure out where it was going next. But on the bright side, the Chinese drama I am watching has only two episodes left, and then I will be able to focus on this story again (I hope) and perhaps finish it. I think a few more chapters and we will be golden. Chapter 19 is actually already finished, so I will try and post it as soon as possible. I just like to be halfway finished with one chapter before I post the previous one, and chapter 20 isn't even started yet, so it might be a while.

Also, I hope everyone is staying safe with the coronavirus out there. Please take care of yourselves and stay healthy. I'm rooting for every single one of you and rooting on the doctors and scientists working on finding the cure and vaccine. I know you can do it!

In the meantime, please enjoy this chapter. Things are getting better and better for our characters, and soon things will come to a head in many different ways. Who knows? Perhaps things will start looking up for Elrond and his family. I guess we will have to wait and see.

Please read, review, and enjoy, and I hope to see you next time!


It had been almost three weeks since Thranduil had visited Elrond and seen the full extent of the damage to his wrists and ankles. In that time Elrond had improved steadily so much the healers had decided to start weaning him off the sleeping herbs. The result of that was Elrond being slightly awake every so often, but not fully aware. He was rarely lucid, but his memory was starting to improve. He could remember Galadriel, Celeborn, and Círdan, and sometimes Glorfindel and Thranduil, but he seldom remembered his children. He could not understand who they were, and it was a disappointment to them.

However...almost was not never. Some days he could, but the memories were unclear and hazy. And because speaking hurt still, he usually chose to stay silent and listen to those that visited. They had stories to tell, and he would listen until he fell asleep, the herbs still having a strong grip on his mind and body.

But that grip was easing slightly, and soon it would break altogether.

That was the state of things for Elrond and his family when Arwen decided to pay him a visit. She had a great story to tell him about Lavaneth that she knew he would love, and she could not wait to tell him. When she got there she was glad to see her father somewhat awake, staring off into the distance and a healer nowhere in sight because he was able to be left alone for a few hours at a time now, and Arwen's enthusiasm was quelled for a moment.

None knew, not even the healers, how her father's eyes were, as he was never lucid enough to tell them and Hadlathon and Mistaro could not determine anything until he was lucid. All they could do was hope that the food and rest were working, and be prepared in case it was not.

Arwen shook her head then, deciding not to dwell on something she could not do much about. She was not a healer, and could only stay with her father and keep him company. That would help as much as the medicines the healers were giving him.

"Hello, ada," she said softly, not wanting to surprise him, "I have a great story to tell you today. It is about Lavaneth," the cat in question only looked up from where she had been resting on Elrond's pillow, then went back to purring drowsily on Elrond's head. She could not understand why she was suddenly always tired, but she never looked for a reason not to sleep.

She loved a good nap as much as the next cat.

Elrond gave no indication he heard her, as usual, and continued to stare into space. In truth, he was listening to something else, but he did not know what he was listening to or how he was listening to it. He just was and it scared him slightly, his mind too damaged to understand he was listening to the voice of the valley.

Arwen did not notice his distraction, and began her story, "I have it on good authority, ada, that Lavaneth was seen with one of the barn cats, a tortoiseshell tom. Apparently, they both disappeared for a few days, and just when Laeron was starting to get worried..."

She continued with her story, unaware that danger was getting ready to strike.


It was time to strike before his lady lost her patience. He had been staking out her prey's bedchambers for almost two months, and decided now was the time to strike, before the valley became aware of his presence.

He knew the kitchen staff was already suspicious of all the missing food he had pilfered, and he knew that soon they would realize it was not just children stealing from them. With those thoughts in his mind, he began his careful descent from the roof, taking special care to not be detected. He had no intention of being seen until it was too late.

No matter what happened next, he would not live to see the coming dawn.


Arwen was still speaking to her father about something else, having moved on from the story about Lavaneth, but Elrond was not listening to her. He realized that he sensed danger, and that realization brought with it quite a lot of adrenaline.

Enough to clear the cobwebs from his mind for a few brief seconds.

He reached for Arwen, making her stop her story and grip his hand gently, leaning close to catch his whisper: "Behind you..."

She turned around quickly, seeing what her father had sensed: a man stood in the room, having entered through the balcony so quietly she had not heard him. The guard was nowhere in sight, and Arwen could only hope that he was alright. The man seemed surprised to see her, then said, "You're not supposed to be here. No one is."

"Who are you?" Arwen asked fearfully, her father's hand still in hers. He lay still, trying to gather his strength as best as he could.

The man only smiled cruelly, "Just someone delivering a message, and a warning. Both end in death, though," eyes sliding towards her father as he drew a dagger from its sheath.

A dagger with a significant amount of blood on it already.

Arwen froze at the sight, but in the next instant, the man was reaching for her as he walked slowly towards her sitting in the chair, frozen and unable to move. Before she could even comprehend it she was on the ground on the other side of the room, and her father was falling out of his bed onto the ground, hitting it hard.

He had thrown her out of harm's way but left himself exposed. The man had the dagger raised and was getting ready to stab him when there was a streak of white that hit him in the face.

It was Levenil!

She had attacked with the ferocity of a panther and was screeching and howling like a demon-cat possessed. Lavaneth crouched in front of Elrond, ready to help if needed.

It seemed it would be needed when the man succeeded in getting Levenil off his face and throwing her across the room, but in the next instant Arwen found her voice and let out a scream. Almost instantly guards rushed into the room, already alerted by the screeching cat, grabbing the man and restraining him, while Mistaro ran to Elrond and Hadlathon rushed to check on the guard outside on the balcony. The guard looked at him with pain-filled eyes, trying to hold his innards inside where they belonged after the man had stabbed him in the stomach and twisted the knife.

Hadlathon immediately called for Faneth, "Faneth, I need you now!" she came instantly with a healer's pack, and they began tending the elf to get the bleeding under control. The wounded guard just lay there, focusing on his breathing and trying to keep the pain from overwhelming him. When Glorfindel came to check on him the guard whispered, "S-s-sorry, m-m-my lord...c-c-came from a-a-above...d-d-did not s-s-see..."

Glorfindel shook his head, kneeling there for a moment, "It is alright, you have done well. Now do what the healers tell you, understood?" the guard nodded shakily and Glorfindel left, knowing better than to get in the healer's way. He passed the guard's father on the way out, a guard captain, who was hurrying to check on his son and be with him.

Inside the room was still somewhat chaotic: with guards everywhere restraining the human and being none-too-gentle about it, Mistaro getting Elrond back into bed while trying to check his stitches and Arwen being helped off the ground by Galadriel, who took her into the living area to calm down.

And Levenil was limping towards him, meowing painfully. He smiled and picked her up gently, cradling her in his arms, "You were so brave, penneth, you will be getting the choice pieces of fish as soon as the healers say you can," as a healer came then with a blanket for Levenil. He handed her over gently, the healer wrapping her warmly and leaving for the healing wing. They would make sure she was not hurt, along with her sister who followed faithfully after the healer, before bringing her back. Glorfindel knew then and there that the cats would never be seen as a nuisance by some in the valley ever again.

Not after being so brave.

Glorfindel turned to the man then, who the guards had tied up and searched for weapons thoroughly, and his gaze hardened immediately. The man was on his knees, looking around for a possible escape and not finding any. There were too many furious elves in the way, all of them armed to the teeth, and watching him carefully. This one would not be getting away from them, not this time.

He had had enough with people sneaking into his lord's sanctuary when they were unwelcome and trying to hurt his lord whenever they had the chance.

"You will answer my questions," he said sternly, leaving no room for guessing his intent by the man.

The man only said, "Or what? It's not like you can torture me. Your own nature won't allow that," his voice mocking and smug.

"Are you so sure, human?" Glorfindel asked, walking over slowly. He leaned over then and said, "You should know that I belong to an older, darker time in Middle-Earth. Back then we did what we had to in order to survive, and we had to take certain...liberties...in detecting the Enemy's next move," he looked deeply into the man's eyes, seeing fear and doubt there briefly before he quashed it. Glorfindel smiled, "I doubt my guards and soldiers will repeat or speak about what I say or do to you, as you nearly killed one of their brothers-in-arms and had every intention of killing their lord. I do not want to think about what that guard's father will do to you if given the chance, and he is outside on the balcony right now. As soon as he knows his son will be fine he will come for you to make you pay," he smiled then, and it was not a nice smile, "Do you have anything to say now?"

The man looked around at the elves gathered there, taking in the fury in their eyes and the way two had arrows drawn and ready, before saying, "I have nothing to say. My lady is more terrifying than any of you could hope to be, I would take my chances with her over you no matter what. Not that it matters," he looked at Glorfindel then, "I'm a dead man walking. I won't live to see tomorrow, I am already dead and there is nothing you can do about it."

Glorfindel's eyes narrowed and he said, "Get him out of my sight. I will deal with him later, and check him again for weapons," the man was hauled to his feet and led away, and Glorfindel turned to a guard next to him, "I want that man under guard at all times, and he is to have no visitors unless it is myself. I want double the guards here as well; I am not taking any other chances again. Make sure there are a few on the roof as well."

"Yes, hir nín, it will be done," the guard said, hurrying after a bow to set the guards. The remaining warriors left as well, while Hadlathon and Faneth took the wounded guard on a stretcher to the healing wing for surgery. As they did so Glorfindel turned to Mistaro, who was tending Elrond after he had gotten him back in his bed, "How is he?"

Mistaro smiled, "He tore a few of the stitches in his back, and the wound on his neck is bleeding again," showing him the wound he was in the process of putting pressure on to slow the bleeding, "The sutures in his stomach held, thankfully, but he aggravated the broken ribs, leg, and hip."

"So he is alright now?" Glorfindel asked worriedly, taking in his lord's closed eyes and calm face. Looking at him, Glorfindel could not believe that he had just defended his daughter against an intruder. It almost seemed impossible considering how weak he was.

Mistaro smiled, "He is worn out, my lord. This little adventure took more strength than he had to give, so naturally, he needs to rest. And he was in pain, I am not surprised he decided to actually take the painkilling herbs and get some rest. He will be fine in time," turning back to the brand to finish stopping the bleeding and bandaging Elrond's neck.

"Hannon lle, Mistaro, you have put my mind at ease," Glorfindel said.

Mistaro did not answer, already focused on the task at hand again, and Glorfindel left. He would not bother Mistaro while he was working. Going out into the living area revealed Arwen and her brothers, Círdan, Galadriel and Celeborn, Erestor, and Thranduil. They were all waiting for news. Looking at Arwen, Glorfindel was glad to see her calm and looking better than before.

All looked up when he entered, but everyone relaxed when he said, "Elrond will be fine. That man did not get to him."

"We have Levenil to thank for that," Arwen said quietly, "She was so brave, that man did not even see her coming."

Glorfindel nodded, "She will be getting the choice pieces of fish and other treats for quite a while."

Everyone smiled at that, then Glorfindel continued, "I am doubling the guards here. Soon it will be too cold to have the windows and doors open, but even after we close them I want guards stationed here. Today was too close," glancing at Círdan, knowing the ancient elf was just as worried as he was about the entire situation.

The fact men kept getting into Elrond's chambers was not good, and needed to be taken very seriously.

Círdan nodded, while Thranduil asked, "What about the man responsible for today's attack?"

"I have him under guard, and will interrogate him later," Glorfindel said, then turned to Celeborn, "I wonder if you would be willing to assist me, my lord?"

"It would be my pleasure," Celeborn said darkly, reminding many of them that he was an expert questioner. That man would reveal what he knew before Celeborn had to ask too many questions.

Glorfindel nodded then said, "I think we can all get back to work now. Mistaro won't be done for a while, and I need to check on my wounded guard."

Many there nodded and left, but Arwen and the twins decided to stay and see their father for a few minutes. This incident had badly shaken them, and they needed the physical assurance of seeing him to know everything would be fine. None faulted them for that, and soon Glorfindel was on his way to the healing wing. When he got there he saw that his warrior was still in surgery but Levenil was the center of attention of several she-elves and healers and was enjoying herself immensely. Lavaneth was there too, also enjoying the attention.

Glorfindel smiled and walked over saying, "I am guessing she is fine, or will be fine?" he asked the healers gathered there.

One of them nodded, not stopping from petting Levenil, "Oh yes, my lord, she will be. Her shoulder is a bit bruised from hitting the wall but other than that she will be fine. She will be causing mischief soon enough," scratching under Levenil's chin. The cat closed her eyes and purred, sheer bliss easy to see. Lavaneth was also getting quite a bit of attention as well and enjoying it immensely.

"If that's the case, I will take them back to Lord Elrond's chambers. I am sure they want to be with him," Glorfindel said, and immediately both cats stood up and meowed insistently, eager to see Elrond again.

Glorfindel smiled slightly, but before he could collect them the doors to one of the surgeries opened and his wounded guard was brought out and settled into a bed. He was heavily sedated and would not wake for a while. Hadlathon came over then and said, "He will be fine, in time. I must go tell his father."

"Of course," Glorfindel said as Hadlathon hurried away to find the wounded elf's family. Glorfindel left then, not wanting to intrude, and took the cats with him, Levenil purring lazily in his arms while Lavaneth trotted along behind them. When they arrived back at Elrond's chambers, Glorfindel was pleased to see guards were already stationed everywhere and Arwen and the twins were still there.

Mistaro had finished with Elrond and disappeared into the bathing chamber, and Glorfindel was glad that he was there. Mistaro knew how to defend himself and would be a suitable defense against anyone who would want to hurt him or Elrond. Whoever tried would sincerely regret it.

Glorfindel left the room after giving Levenil to Arwen. Immediately she became the center of attention again as Arwen and her brothers heaped praises and petting on both cats for their bravery, even though Lavaneth eventually got tired and went to take a nap on Elrond's pillow.

She still did not understand why she was always tired now.


Later in the day, Glorfindel went to where the human had been contained with Celeborn. They had only been inside the room a few seconds when there was a call of: "Get healers! NOW!" but it was too late.

By the time the healers arrived, it was too late, the man's life taken by poison he had taken a few hours before his failed attempt on Elrond's life. He had been right when he said he would not live to see the dawn, and now the elves still had no answers about the woman or the hunters.

Or any idea how to find her. Their usual patrols had yielded nothing, and they did not yet know about Elros and Feren's group searching the forest like hunters closing in on prey.

That woman would not stay hidden from them for much longer.


A few days after the attempted attack on Elrond, Avorneth was still trying to understand Goliath. She had been thinking over his behavior for the last few weeks, and nothing made sense to her still. Why would he imprison her and so many others, but not hurt them?

He had not even punished her for her attempted escape.

Another thing that worried her was Mariam and Conner. What had happened to them? Were they even alive? Was there anything she could do for them to help them?

All these questions continued on in her head, driving her crazy as she had no answer for any of them. All she had was her own speculation, and it was not enough for her.

And finally, she was worried about Magron. There had been no sign of him for almost a year since the Rangers had come to the cell, and she was worried about what he might be planning. He was a traitor but smart and crafty, there was no telling what he would do.

All these thoughts stayed in her mind as the Rangers talked amongst themselves to pass the time, but it did not take away from the fact that she still knew she would be free.

She would be free, and she would run until she could not anymore. Then she would marry Faelher and all would be right in the world, just as it should be.

She just needed faith that things would change for the better.


The Steward of Gondor had finally left Minas Tirith and he and his men were making good progress north, even with winter on its way.

Hithaer and her daughter rode with them, and Cirion was glad they were such strong horsewomen. They did not need a carriage or wagon and kept up easily with himself and Famir. Hithaer often rode next to him and they would talk of anything that came to mind, while Reineth talked to Famir. Famir would tell her about her father and what he was like, including everything he knew about Cendar when he was young just so Reineth could embarrass him when they finally met.

Also in the group traveling with Cirion, Famir, Hithaer, and Reineth was Haedirn. The poisoned wound had healed without difficulty, and the Ranger was eager for another chance at those hunters.

He had no intention of being surprised again and was eager to meet them again.

He also couldn't wait to see Cendar again. He truly wanted to see how his old friend was doing. The Rangers traveling with him were the same ones from before, when they had first seen Cendar and the others over a year ago, and they also wanted to see him again. Over seven years was much too long to go between seeing old friends.

Looking behind himself, Cirion nodded inwardly. His men were ready and prepared for whatever came their way. They would go to Rivendell and then go after those hunters, and end this.

It had already gone on for too long.


A week after the Steward started his journey, Elros and Feren were extremely pleased with themselves and their men. They were in the tree surrounding a small clearing north of Rivendell, watching a group of humans below them.

And they could tell these humans were the hunters.

Firstly, they were dressed for spending long periods outdoors: heavy cloaks, strong boots, trousers and thick shirts for the winter. Every one of them was armed with sword and daggers, but also bow and arrows. Some had crossbows as well, but all also had blow darts to drug whomever they hunted and their horses as well.

They also moved like hunters, stealthily and quietly through the underbrush, leaving no sign they had ever been there. If Feren did not hate them so much for what they had done to Lord Elrond, he might have been impressed by their skill.

And finally, the one thing that convinced them all that the humans were the ones they were looking for: the woman was there. She matched Lord Glorfindel's description perfectly, and the men below them were deferential to her and also afraid of her. Clearly, she did not get to be where she was by being weak-minded and uncertain. She commanded her men with efficiency and cruelty.

Elros and Feren exchanged a glance and retreated quietly away from the humans, leaving their men to watch them. Once far enough away from the camp and the sentries the woman had placed, they stopped to determine their next move.

"She is smarter than I gave her credit for," Feren said, "She moves her camp every day, that is why it was so hard to find them. And their stealth can match the Dúnedain, that is why there was never a sign of them anywhere. We must inform Aran Thranduil at once, and keep a close eye on those humans without them noticing, of course. We cannot have that woman more paranoid than she already is."

Elros was already nodding, "We can have a few elves at a time watch them, and keep us apprised to their movements. That way it won't feel as though they are being constantly watched by many different sets of eyes. And Mithien can relay this information to Aran Thranduil immediately. He will tell us what else we should do," turning to the falcon with cloud-like plumage on the branch next to him. She was a beautiful falcon, trained by Lord Elrond many years ago, and as stealthy as the elves she served.

None noticed her, and she knew to find Lord Thranduil at night when none would look for her, and she was faithful. Not once had she failed to deliver a message.

Today would be no different.

Mithien was soon winging her way towards Rivendell while Elros and Feren went back to watching the hunters, watching as the woman received news that was not taken very well.


Indeed, the news the woman received was not good: the Steward of Gondor, operating with information supplied by the elves and Gandalf, had found and arrested many of the hunters and assassins throughout his kingdom. While many of the hunters had taken their own lives, some had not been quick enough and were now sitting in dungeons waiting for trial.

The only good news to be had of that whole mess was that the surviving men feared her more than Gondorian justice.

They would say nothing to anyone, even if it meant their deaths.

Even the news that the Steward was coming to Rivendell did not upset her much. That had been expected ever since the half-elf and Ranger had been found and taken to Rivendell.

The woman would not be surprised if the King of Rohan came as well to be involved in all this.

But the news that truly irked her was that the she-elf had nearly escaped. She had even made it rather far before her new captain had caught her again. His letter had said he had finally broken her and she wouldn't be a problem again, and the woman had no reason to believe that was a lie.

Goliath had never lied to her in the past.

Bu the woman was still angry and had decided that now was the time to punish the she-elf. She just needed to think of a suitable punishment for her, and then her new captain would take care of everything else.

In the meantime, she had ordered Goliath to stay at the stronghold and take care of things there. Mariam, she had decided, and her son, needed to learn a rather important lesson about gratitude towards their hosts, and she had ordered Goliath to make sure they received that lesson.

The woman was rather certain that neither would survive the warg she kept as a pet, and their deaths would be a reminder to all, especially the she-elf, to stay in line and behave.

The woman sent her orders for Goliath by dove, unaware of the elven eyes watching her every more carefully.


In Rivendell, Thranduil smiled slightly as he read the message Mithien had brought, "They found her. They found the hunters," turning to Legolas, who was feeding Mithien.

Legolas looked up and smiled as well, "Now we only need to wait and find out what Lord Elrond wants to do next."

Thranduil nodded, turning back to the message in his hands.

They had found the hunters, and now all they needed was a plan, although Thranduil wanted to see these hunters for himself just so he could understand how they thought and operated.

He also wanted to understand the woman and determine what weaknesses, if any, she had.

It would make capturing her much easier.


A week after the discovery of the hunters, Faneth and Heledhon were sitting with Lord Elrond. He had progressed quickly, healing quickly as his body rested and strengthened. His broken bones were mending and the wounds that covered him were closing slowly.

They still could not determine the damage to his eyes, but the healers were confident it could be reversed, in time.

In the meantime, Faneth and Heledhon sat with Elrond. Everyone was busy today, making last-minute preparations for winter, which was on its way. Already snow was on the ground and the animals had hidden away to stay warm and safe for the rest of winter.

Inside the House, it was warm and comfortable though, and everyone was settling in for a long, cold winter. Heledhon and Faneth were no different, enjoying a warm bowl of soup Maeassil had given Heledhon to share with Faneth as she watched over Elrond. Maeassil had also sent along a few cups of tea to enjoy as they sat and talked.

Unbeknownst to them, another was getting ready to join the conversation.


His thoughts as he surfaced through the gray sea around him were fuzzy but calm. He was warm and safe, a thick blanket whose weight was familiar keeping him grounded and comfortable. As he became more aware his mind registered several complaints throughout his body, but they did not hurt as badly as he remembered. His stomach was settled and calm, and the pain in his abdomen was the pain of healing, not organs slowly killing themselves.

Even the pain around his wrists and ankles was not as severe as before, and careful flexing of his toes and fingers revealed that they were weak but would be usable soon enough.

Finally, after months of delirium, Elrond Half-elven woke up. He kept his eyes closed though, wanting to make sure the elven voices he thought he remembered from before were not a figment of his delirious mind or his imagination.

Sure enough, he recognized Faneth's voice and her laughter. He smiled inwardly, he truly was home. He could even hear the waterfalls outside his rooms, singing to him as the trees harmonized with the water.

And he was in his quarters, the bed soft and familiar. Levenil was curled up on his left side, so deeply asleep that Mount Doom erupting next to her would not wake her up, and Lavaneth was asleep on the pillow next to him, as always. Some things never changed, and Lavaneth always slept on his pillow, causing him to often wake up with a face full of fur. Even when Celebrían had been there she had always slept on his pillow.

Faneth laughing caught his attention, and he turned back to listening to her again. She sounded so happy and at ease, but Elrond did not understand why.

Wasn't Heledhon dead? Why was she able to smile and laugh if he was dead? Why was she still here? Wouldn't she have sailed to the Undying Lands for healing and to wait for Heledhon? Celebrían had been tortured, but not killed, but she had been so broken that he could not heal her and she had sailed away to wait for him. He would have to wait to see her again, just like Faneth would have to, and only then would they be able to heal.

The answer came a second later when Elrond heard a voice he never thought he would hear again: Heledhon!

He was alive!

That realization caused Elrond to open his eyes fully, and he was greeted by gray and black. It was then that he remembered his vision had deteriorated, but he could tell it was slowly coming back.

Elven healing was truly a wonderful thing sometimes.

Faneth and Heledhon had not realized that he was fully awake and aware, so he swallowed carefully before asking: "What is so funny?"

Dead silence.

And then Faneth was there, asking a million questions a minute before she stopped herself and took a deep breath. It was clear he had surprised her.

"Elrond! I am so glad you are awake," she said, while Heledhon tried to collect himself and get over the shock of his lord suddenly joining the conversation. Faneth did not notice and only asked, "How do you feel? Do you know where you are?"

Elrond smiled slightly, "You did not answer my question, Faneth."

Faneth shook her head, "And you just answered one of mine. It would be nice if you could answer the other one though."

He said thoughtfully, "Much better than before, and more rested than I thought possible."

Faneth replied, "I am not surprised, you have been nearly comatose for almost three months. Your body desperately needed the rest. How does your abdomen feel? We had to operate to save your life."

"Sore, but not painful," he turned in her direction, "You had to operate? What was wrong?"

"Yes, we had to operate," Faneth said hesitantly, "As for what was wrong, are you sure you want to know right now?"

Elrond nodded, and she sighed before saying, "Your appendix ruptured, and the resulting infection caused severe damage. You lost a kidney, more than half your liver, and almost two feet of intestines. And your stomach had ulcers as well. You truly are lucky to be alive," she concluded, watching her lord's face carefully.

Elrond was surprised, to say the very least. He had known it was bad, he just had not thought it was that bad. But then again, he had been completely delirious for months, it was no surprise to him he was so disconnected from how severe it had been.

"My lord? Are you well?" Heledhon asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Elrond nodded, wincing as the wound on his neck was pulled, then asked, "What happened Heledhon? I saw you fall, at the Ford, how are you here now?"

Heledhon smiled slightly, gripping Elrond's hand gently. Elrond held it as tightly as he could, needing the physical assurance and proof his friend was truly there.

"You saw me fall, mellon nín, and in truth, there was nothing anyone could do for me. But none accounted for Gwaereneth. She was there that day, she healed me and saved my life. I have never been so grateful for her in all my life," he said with a smile.

"Gwaereneth?" Elrond said thoughtfully, "I did not know she was in Middle-Earth then."

"She was looking for you, I think," Faneth said, "Gandalf was looking for you too, as well the two traveling with you."

"Cendar and Tordag?" Elrond asked, then asked desperately as he tried to sit up but was too weak, "Where are they? Did you find them?"

"Peace, Elrond, we found them and they have almost completely recovered," Heledhon said soothingly as he gently pressed Elrond back down onto the bed, which Elrond allowed as he heard those words, "They have settled into life here and are quite at home. Tordag spends most of his time in the stables, and Cendar is practicing his swordsmanship every day."

Elrond smiled then, "That is good to hear. I was worried."

"Elrond," came Faneth's voice, and Elrond looked in that direction. She hesitated a moment, then asked, "How are your eyes? Cendar said you were blind..?"

"It is getting better," he said, and Faneth relaxed and sighed in relief, "Before it was completely black, now it is gray and black."

"Good, it is good to hear that," Faneth said, "We were worried for a while."

Silence descended again for a little while, broken only by the cats finally waking up and realizing Elrond was completely awake and aware. Levenil immediately asked for a petting, and he obliged as best as he could, running his hand gently through her fur and scratching her gently. Lavaneth only lay her chin on his forehead and purred, her tail resting against his left shoulder. He smiled then, glad they were there and happy that some things had never changed.

"They missed you, a lot," Faneth said quietly, "So did Veryafion and your family. The twins have led the valley in your absence, and have done a magnificent job. You should be proud of them."

"I am always proud of them," Elrond said quietly, then frowned slightly, "Well...maybe not when they pull pranks on unsuspecting elves," Heledhon and Faneth smiled slightly at that, "But I am glad they were able to lead in my absence. I knew they could, and would do an excellent job."

"They had doubts in the beginning," Heledhon said, "But they were able to manage with some help."

"The best leader is the one who knows when to ask for help," Elrond said, "I am glad they did."

Faneth smiled, "They did not have an easy time, and now that you have been found they will want to ride out and find that place where you were held," she leaned closer, "Cendar said you know where it is. Do you Elrond? Do you really know where Avorneth is? Her sister is desperate for news of any kind."

Elrond did not answer for a moment, then asked, "Who is here in the valley? I feel like I have heard many voices over the past months, but I cannot place them in the right places in my memory."

Faneth did not answer, too surprised by the deflection of the question, but Heledhon recognized what Elrond was doing. He did not want to speak about what had happened to him, so he was avoiding the question entirely. And when he did that Heledhon knew he could not be brought back to the topic until he was ready.

And he was not ready now, so Heledhon would indulge him and let him dictate the direction of the conversation.

Perhaps Glorfindel would have better luck.

"Just about everyone is here, Elrond," Heledhon said, while Faneth turned to him in surprise that he was not pressing the issue, "Lady Arwen is here, along with Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. Aran Thranduil and Prince Legolas, Gandalf, and Lord Círdan," forgetting about the Dúnedain for the moment as they were out on patrol with groups of elves from the four realms.

"Why?" Elrond asked.

Heledhon shifted uncomfortably before saying, "Don't be upset by this Elrond, but we thought you dead. Lady Galadriel and Mithrandir could not sense you at all, so they thought you had perished. Everyone came here to gather and avenge you. And find Avorneth and that woman. But then you were found and everyone decided to stay here and wait for you to tell us what you know."

"I see," Elrond said slowly, and was silent for a long while. The silence was broken, eventually, by Elrond asking, "Why are there guards?"

Faneth and Heledhon exchanged surprised glances, and Elrond explained, "I can hear them outside. Why are there guards outside?"

Faneth answered, "About a month ago two men came to the valley. They were recognized by Tordag's sister, who had been found by Avorneth's fiance a year ago when he was searching the Nindalf for her, and killed themselves after one of them stabbed Laeron with a knife," Elrond tensed slightly and Faneth hurried to say, "He has completely recovered, never fear. It was then that Glorfindel decided to place a guard on each of your balconies, just in case another hunter tried anything. And one did, a few weeks ago. He wanted to kill you, and he likely would have killed Arwen, but you threw her out of harm's way. Levenil attacked him and he was captured, and then Glorfindel tripled the guard. There are even some on the roof, as the hunter came from above according to the guard out there."

Elrond was silent for a moment, running his hand along Levenil's back thoughtfully. Finally, he said, "I don't fully remember that. My memories are disjointed and refuse to connect fully. Is Arwen alright though? Did he hurt her?" fear in his voice.

Heledhon shook his head, "No, he did not. Levenil stopped him before he could hurt you or Arwen. She was a little shaken, but she is fine now. The only one seriously hurt was the guard on the balcony. The man stabbed him in the stomach and twisted the knife, but Hadlathon and Faneth operated and he is healing well. Never fear."

Elrond did not reply for a moment then said, "I am glad to hear that. What happened to the man?"

Heledhon answered again, "He took poison before he came after you, Elrond. He is dead. Glorfindel and Celeborn were unable to question him."

"Oh," was all Elrond said, "That woman inspires fear in her men. Death is always preferable then reporting to her that they failed," he was silent again before asking, "What about Urelais? I don't remember much of the last...year, I think...but I think I knew he was hurt, and sick. Is he..?" trailing off and not able to finish asking the question.

"He found his way into the valley before you were found, Elrond. His leg is broken and he is sick but Laeron thinks he will recover. He is cautiously optimistic about his leg, too," Faneth said.

Elrond only nodded, not saying anything, and then Heledhon asked, "Would you like us to inform everyone you are awake? They will all be anxious to see you."

Elrond stifled a yawn, "You can, but I don't think I will be very awake for the conversation," already giving in to his body's desire for rest. Even if he was healing Elrond was still weak, and still needed to rest as much as possible.

Heledhon nodded, watching as his lord fell asleep, "We will tell them, and they can visit tomorrow. Would that be alright?"

There was no answer from Elrond, and looking closely they saw he had fallen asleep. He was relaxed and his sleep was peaceful, so they decided not to wake him to let him sleep and recover.

"He still needs to rest and build his strength," Faneth said, "It will take a lot of rest and food to get him as he was before. But I am glad of the progress he has made."

"It will be a relief when he can leave that bed under his own power," Heledhon said as he stood up, "I will go inform everyone he woke up. They should be in Glorfindel's office by now," knowing that this time of day the leaders of the realms met in Glorfindel's office to speak of various concerns they might have, especially with winter having come to the valley.

Faneth nodded as she pulled the blankets tighter up around Elrond and Heledhon left, walking quickly to Glorfindel's office. When he arrived he knocked, and after a moment there was a call of "Minno" from the other side. He opened the door and entered. Sure enough, everyone was there, and they were all slightly surprised to see him. Maeassil and Hadlathon were there as well, along with Erestor and Arwen.

"Captain, I am surprised to see you," Glorfindel's voice caught his attention and he turned to his commander. Glorfindel was sitting behind his desk, looking completely unbothered by everything that might be happening, as usual. If he truly lost his control, it was best to make oneself scarce, because that was when things tended to get ugly, "I thought you were spending the day with Faneth?"

"I was, my lord," Heledhon said, "I just came from Lord Elrond's chambers, she was tending him today," that caught the interest of everyone in the room. Everyone was wound tight with worry about Elrond, always fearing the worst was about to happen or would happen. They all calmed when Heledhon smiled, and they were all overjoyed at his next words: "He woke up, my lord, and he was coherent. We talked to him for a good half hour before he fell asleep again. He knew where he was and seemed to be himself."

"That is...the best news I have gotten in the last month!" Glorfindel said with a smile, a sentiment that was shared by all those there. They had been so worried that Elrond may have been permanently harmed by what had happened to him. To have that worry put to rest was a relief to them all.

Heledhon nodded, while Erestor asked, "What does he remember captain?"

Heledhon became hesitant, "He did not say much, but I don't think he remembers the last year at all. He seemed to not know at all what had happened, and we did not press. When Faneth asked him about the fortress he shut down, my lord, and I knew better than to try and push. Perhaps you would have better luck, my lord," nodding at Glorfindel.

"I doubt that highly. He is too stubborn," Glorfindel muttered before saying more loudly, "Thank you for telling us, captain. It is a great burden lifted from our minds," Heledhon bowed his head, and Arwen asked, "When can we visit him, captain?"

Heledhon said, "I would think tomorrow, my lady. He still needs to rest in order to heal. Faneth said nothing to me about when he could have visitors, and neither did he. I suspect tomorrow would be fine though."

"From what you have said, captain," Hadlathon spoke just then, "tomorrow would be more than suitable."

"Then tomorrow it is," Galadriel said, but then frowned, "Tell me, captain, did Elrond speak of if he could see?"

Everyone turned to him, slightly afraid once more, but he put them at ease by saying, "He said that while before he could not see at all, now he can see gray and black. He said it was improving, slowly."

"Good," Galadriel said in relief, "That is good to hear."

Many heads nodded, and then Heledhon bowed and left, leaving them to discuss other matters that required their attention. Elrond was always on their minds, and at the end of the meeting, Thranduil proposed, "Perhaps we should all visit Elrond after the morning meal tomorrow? We can all leave if he is not awake or stay awhile if he is before things get busy. And no one would fault us for running late tomorrow."

"That sounds good to me," Elladan said, his twin nodding next to him. Agreements were heard all around and then the meeting adjourned, everyone leaving for their respective tasks, although Hadlathon made a quick detour to check on Elrond. He wanted to see for himself how he was doing.

As he did this Elladan could only hope their father remembered them. What if his mind was too damaged to remember him and his siblings? Heledhon said they had talked, but not about what. What if he truly did not remember them? What then?

With those doubts in his mind, Elladan returned to his work, although he could not stop the fears from plaguing him the rest of the day.

Who could possibly know what tomorrow would bring?


The next time Elrond woke his mind was even clearer than before, and he actually remembered the conversation from yesterday. And he knew it was yesterday! His sense of time was returning, and his body was getting back into its normal rhythm.

Elrond opened his eyes then and was again greeted by a gray and black world, and his enthusiasm was tamped down a bit. He would be fully healed when he could see, this he knew.

"Ada?" a quiet voice asked, and Elrond turned his head as much as he could, wincing as the wound on his neck was pulled. He did not notice though, his focus on that voice; he had been desperate to hear it for years.

He smiled before saying, "Arwen."


Arwen smiled, tears in her eyes, before embracing her father gently, mindful of his wounds. Behind her, everyone smiled at the reunion, especially when Elrond wrapped an arm around his daughter. His hug was weaker than before, but it was safe and familiar and him.

That was all that mattered.

Eventually, Elrond loosened his grip and lay back, unable to continue. Arwen only moved aside, letting her brothers take her place. They embraced their father too, and then Elrohir said, "I'm so glad you're alright ada. We were so worried," as they settled into nearby chairs.

Elrond smiled weakly, "I was a bit worried too, Elrohir, about the valley, but you and your brother have done an exceptional job. I am very proud of both of you."

Elrohir blushed slightly, while Elladan said, "We had plenty of help, especially recently."

Elrond chuckled slightly, "So I heard. Who is here today?" trying to look around but giving up when he remembered he could not see.

Thankfully, Elrohir came to the rescue and said, "It is only us and Arwen, daernaneth and daeradar, Glorfindel and Erestor, and Hadlathon and Mistaro. Everyone else became tied up with something unexpected in the valley."

That caught Elrond's interest, "What is happening?"

Elrohir opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Elladan, "It is nothing you need to concern yourself with, ada," he said quickly, "Just focus on healing right now."

If Elrond had been stronger he might have pressed the issue, but instead, he decided to let it go for now. He could ask someone else later what was happening. He only nodded, then winced as the wound on his neck was pulled. He raised his hand and found the bandage, resting his hand there for a moment before asking, "How bad?"

Hadlathon answered, "It goes down very deep Elrond, we had to debride quite a bit of dead and burned tissue. Thankfully nothing major was damaged, but you will have to be careful until it is healed to know for sure if there will be permanent scarring."

"There will be," Elrond said simply, "It was left untended for too long," lowering his hand from his neck as he said so, then asked, "Galadriel, I can't sense you through Vilya. What happened?"

"You tell me Elrond," Galadriel said as she sat on the side of the bed, Celeborn drawing closer as well, "Vilya was the one that severed the bond, not I and Nenya."

Elrond was completely surprised, judging from his expression. His eyes lost focus next, and Galadriel knew he was speaking with Vilya. After a few minutes, he said, "She did it when I fell in the Anduin. She couldn't help me and keep the bond with her sisters, she was too weak, so she severed the bond to help me survive the cold. It is strange though," he trailed off thoughtfully.

"What is strange Elrond?" Celeborn asked, and Elrond replied with: "I have no memory of falling into the Anduin. I have no full memory of almost anything that has happened in the last year. I may have to ask Cendar and Tordag about it if it does not resolve itself."

"Are you sure that is wise, ada?" Elladan asked, "Do you really need to know?"

Elrond smiled slightly, "I understand your fear Elladan, but the subconscious mind is a strange thing. It will remember and react, while my conscious mind won't understand why it is reacting in such a way. For my own sanity, I need to know, just to be able to process what I have seen and done that I don't remember consciously."

Elladan nodded and sighed unhappily, while Glorfindel said, "As interesting as this conversation is, I am curious about one thing that happened a while ago Elrond, and am hoping you can clarify it," Elrond nodded carefully and Glorfindel continued, "How did they capture you in the first place? You are too smart to be surprised or ambushed."

Elrond smiled again, "You are wrong, Glorfindel. I was ambushed, I just did not expect such an elaborate trap. They tried to pen me in like a deer, and when that did not work they darted Urelais. I stayed by his side after he fell, and one of those hunters was too strong for me. The herbs they use are potent, and fast-acting, so there was not much I could do. They outsmarted me, and I underestimated them. I assumed they just wanted to kill me. Instead, they wanted me for something worse. Next time I will be prepared."

"It was really that bad?" Erestor asked, and Elrond shut down. He did not want to talk about it, everyone could see that, and therefore they were not surprised when he asked instead, "What is happening in the valley? What did I miss?"

Erestor shook his head and obliged him, speaking about everything that had happened, and Elrond listened until he fell asleep once more. Once he had Elladan asked bleakly, "He is not going to tell us anything, is he?"

Glorfindel shook his head, "No, he is not. Not for a while. He needs to heal more, and come to terms with everything. He will tell us what he knows when he is ready," he turned to Galadriel and Celeborn, "But I am troubled he is so shut down and unwilling to speak about anything."

Celeborn said, "Perhaps Círdan will have better luck than us. He will also be visiting later and might get through to Elrond."

Glorfindel could only nod, hoping Celeborn was right but rather doubtful as well. Elrond was notorious for his stubbornness; what if he just did not want to talk to anyone?

What then? How would they find Avorneth then?


Later in the day, Elrond woke again. Only this time the company was different. Legolas and Thranduil were there. Both smiled when he opened his eyes, and Thranduil said, "It is good to have you back, old friend."

"It's good to be back," Elrond said as he tried to sit up. Thranduil was quick to help him while Legolas arranged the pillows.

As they did so Gandalf entered the room. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure you should be doing that?"

Elrond jumped slightly, having been focused on getting upright and comfortable and not hearing Gandalf enter, but Legolas replied, "The healers said we could, Mithrandir. And the best healer in Middle-Earth doesn't seem to think there is a problem with it, so why not?"

Gandalf grumbled something under his breath, but his grumpiness went away when Elrond laughed slightly, "Some things never change, Gandalf."

"Hmph," was all Gandalf grumbled, while Legolas said in an attempt to lighten the mood, "Your cats have disappeared, my lord. Should we be worried?"

Elrond smiled, "They are probably creating mischief somewhere. They will be back soon enough."

"With half the valley yelling at them most likely," Thranduil said, and Elrond laughed again. Thranduil noticed then that Gandalf clearly wanted to be alone with Elrond, and so put a hand on his son's shoulder and said, "We should go. We will visit again later," he leaned in closer and said quietly, "Find me when you are ready."

Elrond nodded and then Thranduil and Legolas left, leaving Gandalf alone with the half-elf. The wizard sighed as he sat down on the bed, "I don't want to know what he meant by those last words."

"That is probably for the best, Mithrandir," Elrond said and lapsed into silence for a few minutes.

Gandalf was the one who eventually broke the silence when he said, "I don't think I can imagine how difficult the last years have been for you, Elrond. I looked everywhere for you, and always I found no sign. I hope you can forgive me," tears in his eyes as he looked at the emaciated and broken body of his friend.

Elrond should never have had to survive this, he should have looked harder for his friend!

A hand holding his weakly and making him look up caused him to see Elrond shake his head, "No, Gandalf, you hold no blame in any of this. I know you did everything you could and exhausted every lead possible. You have no reason to apologize."

Gandalf smiled slightly at that, "I thank you, my old friend, for removing that guilt somewhat from my mind. It makes it possible for me to beat some sense into your head now."

Elrond raised an eyebrow, "Why would you do that? And can you please wait until I have healed before you do so?"

"I can wait," Gandalf said amiably, "And I would do so because you decided to travel without an escort. What were you thinking Elrond? You are too important to your family and friends to lose. Not to mention your people who trust and depend on you!"

"I was thinking I needed time to myself, Gandalf, and that I needed a chance to understand everything that had happened," Elrond said calmly, "I needed a chance away from the sad looks and kind words to understand why everything that had happened happened. My sanity depended on it."

Gandalf grumbled under his breath about general stupidity and elven stupidity in particular for several minutes, although he was not truly angry at Elrond. He knew the half-elf often needed time to himself, he just wished he had not done so in such a way. They had nearly lost him! He looked up in surprise when the door again opened on silent hinges. Instead of a healer though, Círdan entered. Clearly, the ancient elf was there to see his son awake and aware, and maybe pound some sense into his thick head.

Elrond did not notice but Gandalf saw and decided to leave. He bowed his head to the Shipwright before saying to Elrond, "We will debate this later," Elrond smiled at that and Gandalf continued, "Right now I think I have outstayed my welcome."

Elrond was immediately confused but was given no chance to ask about it as Gandalf stood and left, gently squeezing Elrond's shoulder as he did so. Once he was gone Círdan smiled at Elrond's look of confusion before quietly sitting on the edge of the bed. Elrond smiled then, recognizing the smell of the sea that went with Círdan wherever he went.

Círdan's smile widened as well as he pulled Elrond into his arms, leaning against the headboard and pillows as he did so, holding the half-elf close. Elrond immediately relaxed into his embrace and whispered, "Ada," closing his eyes as he heard the Mariner's steady heartbeat against his ear.

Círdan nodded, holding him close with a hand against his head and his arm around Elrond's torso, "Yes, my son, I am here. You had me scared for so long, my son. I have not felt that fear in such a long time."

"Sorry," was all Elrond whispered, his mind and body calming as he was held by the one person that had always chased his nightmares away simply by his presence. Círdan only shook his head and pressed a kiss to Elrond's brow, holding him close until he fell asleep, safe in his father's arms, as always.

As for Círdan, he stayed there the rest of the night, not sleeping but always holding Elrond, ready to chase the nightmares away if necessary, but there was no need. Elrond's sleep was peaceful as his father held him close and kept him safe, as he had always done. Not once did he stir that night, but Círdan still stayed, unwilling to be parted from his son so soon. He had already lost one son, Gil-galad, he would not lose another if he could help it.

He would stay and help Elrond for as long as necessary and do what he must to keep his son safe.

What other responsibility did he have as a father?


It was midday, the next day, when Cendar and Tordag paid a visit to Elrond. So far they had respected staying away so that his family and friends could see him first, but once word spread he was awake and coherent they had wasted no time in seeing him.

If that meant dealing with overprotective elves, as Elladan was not happy about them visiting his father, then so be it. But Elladan had been outvoted by his brother, Glorfindel, and Erestor, so there was nothing he could do other than make it very clear what would happen if they spread gossip about his father and his condition.

There was no need. Cendar and Tordag had no intention of spreading gossip of any kind.

When they arrived Elrond had just finished his morning meal and was speaking with Mistaro about when he could get out of bed. His broken leg and hip were healing well and he was anxious to enjoy the fresh air, even if it was winter. His lungs had recovered from the pneumonia and Mistaro did not see the harm in Elrond exercising a bit to strengthen himself.

Once their conversation was finished Mistaro left, deciding to leave Elrond and the two humans alone for a little while.

"It is good to see you awake, my lord," Cendar said as he sat in a chair and Tordag sat in another.

"It is good to be awake, Cendar," Elrond said, "But please, call me Elrond, at least when we are alone. It makes things less formal and more comfortable between friends. You too, Tordag," turning his head in Tordag's direction.

"Alright...Elrond," Tordag said hesitantly, while Cendar said, "To be honest, Elrond, I am surprised you are alive. The healers did not say it, but they did not expect you to survive. It was bad, wasn't it?"

Elrond nodded thoughtfully, "Worse than you might think," falling silent and staring off into the distance for several long moments before asking, "How are you liking my home? Are you finding everything you need?"

Cendar smiled while Tordag said excitedly, "It is the most beautiful place I have ever seen, Elrond. And your people are so nice. They have been teaching me how to read, and Laeron has been teaching me about horse medicine that I can teach my father and others when I go home. Even Gledswith seems happy here!"

Elrond smiled at that, "Good, I am glad to hear it. I heard your sister is here too Tordag, how is she?"

"She loves it here," Tordag said, "She has made friends with your daughter and a few other she-elves, like Edhelvain, and they pamper her so much. She still goes down to the stables to ride though, every day. Lady Galadriel gave her a mare that knows she is blind and takes good care of her. Gledswith is getting her strength back too and lets my sister ride her every so often. I don't think Gledswith has ever been treated so well. At least, not in the last few years," his mood souring a little as he remembered everything that had happened recently.

"I understand, Tordag," Elrond said, "But I am glad your sister is here and safe," he turned to Cendar, "What about you Cendar? Is all well?"

Cendar smiled, "As well as can be expected. My strength is back and I am sparring with the Dúnedain every day to practice my skills again. It is good to have a sword in my hand once more."

"I did not know the Dúnedain were here," Elrond murmured thoughtfully, but let it be for now, "I heard there was an issue yesterday in the valley. Do you know what it was about? I was told nothing."

Cendar nodded slowly, "One of the Dúnedain, Buioron, returned from a scout with a man he thought was a hunter. He wasn't, making it very clear he was not with more than enough evidence and was quite put out about it until everything was explained to him. He left today with rations and a few blankets and things for the aggravation and his troubles. Buioron got a stern lecture from Lord Arahad and King Thranduil about assuming things before checking the facts, but that was about it. Buioron did not look particularly sorry about anything, though."

"He never does Cendar," Elrond said, "And after everything he was survived and his level of experience, it is very hard to lecture him. He is well-respected among his comrades and even Arahad bows to his experience at times. I doubt that the lecture had any real consequences."

"It didn't," Cendar said with a chuckle, "All Buioron had to do was apologize to the man and offer some services to him if he wished it. He did not, and Buioron walked away none the worse for wear. I think he knew he would not face too many consequences," he looked closely at Elrond, "Those hunters are making people paranoid. It is not a good thing."

Elrond shook his head, "No, it is not. If this keeps up, everyone will look suspicious. That woman needs to be found and this needs to end, soon, before more innocent lives are lost."

The two Men nodded, then Elrond said, "I wish did not have to ask this of you, but could you tell me about the last few years? My memory refuses to work correctly and I want to know all the facts before my subconscious decides to start playing tricks on me."

Cendar hesitated while Tordag looked surprised, "Are you certain Elrond? Is it a good idea?"

Elrond smiled slightly, "I understand your hesitation, but I need to know. I want to know. That way I can understand why I will have a subconscious fear and reaction of something I did not fear before. It will help me understand it and accept it."

Cendar nodded, understanding his reasoning, "If you are sure?" Elrond nodded, and Cendar sighed before beginning the tale, Tordag chiming in when necessary. It took several hours, and when they were finished they left, as Elrond had fallen asleep almost immediately after the tale was finished and they decided to let him rest.

They would visit again soon.


Outside the valley, the woman's lieutenant watched as she read a message delivered minutes ago by a rider from the south. The rider had not stayed for a reply, and the woman had not sent one.

It was clear she was rattled though, as her hands were shaking and fear was easy to see in her eyes.

Whoever sent the letter was someone she clearly feared. And if she was afraid, the lieutenant knew he should be afraid too. That kind of fear kept you alive in most situations, he found. He would be careful, and so would his lady. Whoever sent that letter clearly would not tolerate failure of any kind.

And neither would his lady.

They would succeed, or die trying.


Translations:

Adar/ada – father/daddy
Penneth – young one
Hir nín – my lord
Hannon lle – thank you
Aran – king
Mellon nín – my friend
Minno – enter
Daernaneth/daernana – grandmother/grandma
Daeradar/daerada – grandfather/grandpa