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Lord Glorfindel have met a group of children of the street that are thiefs. In this chapter something will happen that in future chapters will be very important and is the first adventure of Lord Glorfindel in Egypt.

Also the events between Shaw and his gang, and Lady Galadriel and Charles Xavier and their friends will keep developing, not to mention that more information about the helmet and the plaque of mithril will be known.

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Chapter 8: Unexpected Turn of Events

Lord Glorfindel and the four children turned to see a group of twenty men, armed with guns, were approaching them.

The Elf-Lord did not know those strange objects that those men had in their hands, but they must represent a great danger, seeing the attitude of the children. He sighed. Once again, he had fallen into a trap as if he was a novice soldier.

"Looks like we found the jackpot, gentlemen," said the leader of the gang. He was an older man, and his dirty shirt was stained with blood.

The children backed away but Ororo instinctively approached Lord Glorfindel who in a moment, as the experienced warrior recognized the possible retreats, the number of his enemies, and the factors that would slow him down, namely the children.

"We also have a European as a guest." laughed the leader. "How much do they think they will pay us for his ransom?"

"Who knows if it's worth it!" Said another "The poor guy has deformed ears!"

The others instinctively looked glanced towards Lord Glorfindel's ears, who sighed long-suffering.

"Hey, Pointed Ears, where are you from? And what are you doing with these street rats? "Asked the leader, stroking the stock of his gun.

"My name is Lord Glorfindel, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower," the Elf-Lord answered sternly, "And these children are not 'street rats.' As for answering your question, I have no reason, as you know not how to respect me."

Men burst out laughing, but the children refrained out of fear of the guns still aimed at their heads. p

"Lord Glorfindel ... Lord of the House of the Golden Flower!" mocked the boss. "Gentlemen, it seems that not only we meet a European who escaped from an asylum!"

"They will not give us a penny for him!" grumbled another.

"At least for the sword itself they will." added another, looking covetously at the sword in the Elf-Lord's hand.

"Anyway, "continued the leader. "We've come to take requital from these street rats and we will also take you ... oh Lord of the House of the Golden Flower!" He sniggered. "Whatever you have of value, give it to us right now and maybe we'll just sell you to the sluts. There will always be women who will pay nicely to be with you and have a little pleasure."

Lord Glorfindel's grip on his sword hilt tightened out of disgust and anger.

"Come on Pointy Ears! Hand it over! Men, aim to the rats."

Glorfindel relaxed his shoulders as one of the men approached him to take his sword. As he reached for the weapon, Glorfindel swung his left hand out, and the man crumpled to the ground. Culmacia blazed on the other hand as he charged the gang. The leader set his rifle to his shoulder and pulled the trigger.

The sound so thunderous to the keen ears of the Elf-lord that his reflexes were dimmed. Someone shoved him aside. A searing pain grazed his shoulder. Staggering back towards his feet, he left his astonishment for another time. He must avoid these small balls at all costs.

The children had fled, all except Ororo. Lord Glorfindel pushed her in front of him as he tore down the alleyway. It's better to have fled than to be dead, his mother had assured him, but if he could get out of sight, he could defeat men with cunning instead of brute force.

Ororo stumbled, and Lord Glorfindel swung her in his arms, following the other children, small figures far ahead in the dusky light. They were running towards the entrance to the marketplace, in an attempt to blend in with the other people, when silhouetted figures emerged from the shadows by the arch and the children fled backward towards him.

Glorfindel swerved aside, climbing a high pile of scrap metal where the other children had gone up on the opposite side.

"There!" Ororo said, showing him a small space between all the scrap metal, where the other children had hidden, near stacks of heavy sandbags. other children had hidden there and that there were a series of very heavy sacks of sand. Immediately he realized the idea of those children. He let himself slide down, keeping his balance even while carrying Ororo.

Eight men went running at full speed towards the pile, firing at them without ceasing, believing that they were already trapped.

"Any last word Pointy Ears?" Asked one. He had brown teeth, thought Glorfindel with disgust, but he smiled in reply.

Abdul shouted down them. "Yes!"

And before the terror of those men, Ayesha, Ahmed and Abdul cut with their small knives that held several heavy sandbags in place, hurtling down the pile to crush the men.

Ororo without hesitation ran down and snatched up two of the weapons to the astonishment of Elf-lord who preferred to kick them out of the reach of the wounded.

"Come on! Run! "Abdul yelled, signaling Ororo to follow them.

Lord Glorfindel snatched Ororo in his arms again and followed the boy to where the children were sheltering beyond a large sheet of metal.

"What are you doing here?" Abdul said angrily. "We're in this mess because of you! Get out!"

"Abdul ..." Ororo began to say warningly.

But she was interrupted by a gunshot, and the bullet skimmed her white hair.

"Over there!" Ayesha shouted, some feet away. "We can jump and go over the other side of the dumpster and get to the city!" She pointed to a thick chain that hung some meters from the ground, attached to some sort of machine.

The six men from the entrance were running towards them, firing ceaselessly. Bullets pinged off the metal sheets.

"Run! Go! "Lord Glorfindel ordered them. "I will protect you!"

The children looked at him in astonishment. Was he going to stop the bullets with his sword? Nothing could be further from the truth. Lord Glorfindel had realized that whatever came out of those strange and dangerous objects could somehow be thought of as diminutive 'arrows'. He longed for his shield of burnished mithril, but the large pieces of metal that no man could carry would work, for he was an Elda.

"Go on! Go on! " he snapped

Ororo looked at him for a moment, but then she pushed Ayesha and Ahmed in front of her, while Lord Glorfindel lifted up a great sheet of metal. The tiny balls flew into it as he maneuvered it.

The children swung. They were agiler than children their age, but they had trouble with the chain.

"Go! Jump! And don't back up to much!"Lord Glorfindel ordered Abdul. The metal plate would not stand much longer

"I do not follow anyone's orders!" The teenager said angrily. "And especially not yours!"

He seized the chain and pulled it back the edge of the scrap pile, far more than the other children had done. A bullet bounced close to his foot and he jerked back, twisting his ankle with a cry of pain.

Lord Glorfindel clenched his jaw and dropped the metal plate with a clang and took Abdul in his arms, and with the other hand pulled the cable back and took to flight over the wall, landing by the other children.

He heard the curses of attackers from behind the barrier. Now they were in a narrow lane, whose entrance led to the marketplace.

"Come on!" Ororo yelled, starting towards the entrance, but Glorfindel pulled her back, well aware where their enemies were.

"Get behind me, many thanks," he said evenly, facing his opponents who emerged from the black shadows that were creeping forward.

The leader, his weapon to his shoulder, grinned at Glorfindel's sword.

"Nothing foolish, nothing foolish,"

Glorfindel smiled dangerously at him, shrugging the baggy robe off with a deliberate movement. Damascened gold on his white garments gleamed in the dying light. "I promise you I will not."

"Do you think you can beat us with your little sword?" the chief asked.

Glorfindel ran his blue eyes quickly over the positions of his attackers. "Yes."

The savage joy of battle filled him. With the swift power of the tiger's charge, he bounded at these slow, clumsy creatures. The chief had not moved before Culmacia came raging down and sliced his weapon in half. Then he was among them in a blur of gold and steel.

His attackers lay prone. His sword had done its work. He stood over their head, who swallowed hard, lying on the dusty cobblestones. "Go on, kill me." he choked. His side was bloody. "Don't you have the guts, Pointy-Ears?

Glorfindel bowed and sheathed his sword, his voice cold and low. "Nay, my friend. I am no murder, but I might be driven to it if I am called Pointy Ears one more time. And these children are no rats. The only rats I see are on the pavement. Farewell."

He turned towards the children. "I need your help."

"The presence of U.S. missiles in Turkey represents an unprecedented threat to the people of the Soviet Union warned Russian Foreign Minister Gromyko earlier today, but he was quick to insist the Russians would not be the first to initiate any military action."

"Yeah, we'll see that as soon as we get to Russia," said Shaw, turning off the TV.

"Unless the CIA find us first" observed Emma Frost who was on the couch by his side.

"I'll take care of them too," replied Shaw calmly.

"If those telepaths get inside your head, you won't be as safe as I am," warned Emma.

"Already in hand, my love." Shaw smiled and made a sign for her to follow him. Together they entered into a strange chamber that seemed it was made of mirrors. In the center, there were two bars of metal and a strange-colored helmet of a very strange color.

"You'll see," said Shaw, examining the helmet. "While everyone was busy in Europe with the War, they found a strange stream of silver metal in Eygpt, the year 1941. Of course, Germans took advantage of it and they extracted of it as much as possible. This metal turned out to be the strongest ever found, they called it 'adamantium'."

"Yes, you've already told me that before," replied Emma impatiently.

"Oh, but that's not the whole story, love. You see, in the place, those Germans didn't only find a stream of 'adamantium', but they found a plaque. A plaque that wasn't of pure adamantium and wasn't as strong, had a very interesting quality. Unfortunately, the Germans didn't continue the study for unknown reasons… I think it has to do with the fact that something happened in Egypt."

"What happened?"

"No idea, actually no one knows. And the only one who could have told you, hung himself in his house," Shaw shrugged indifferently "Anyways, by then I had a very good relationship with the Russian government and so they made this helmet for me with the metal from the plaque.

"Why did you want to use only that piece? Wasn't better use the rest?" asked Emma critically.

Shaw chuckled, put on the helmet and after looking himself in a mirror, he turned to Emma. "For this reason. What am I thinking?"

Emma Frost focused all her power in trying to enter in his mind, but it was impossible, just like with the other female telepath. "I don't know," she concluded after a moment.

Shaw chuckled. "I was thinking that you are the most exquisite thing I've ever seen in my life. See? It's much better than having an entire armor suit of adamantium. Which by the way, did you know that Russians scientists think that maybe the plaque that was used to forge this helmet was part of an armor suit?"

"No, I didn't," Emma answered indifferently. "However, I was thinking about the other telepath?"

"What? The one who entered into your mind twice?"

Emma Frost made a gesture of annoyance. She hated to be reminded of it. Everytime Shaw did, she kept hearing that firm voice asking her: 'Emma Frost. What are you doing?'

"What with her?" continued Shaw.

"She's much more powerful than that other telepath. Are you sure you can stop her with your helmet?"

"Well, that we will soon know. I can't wait to try it on them… especially on her. Now, be a nice a girl and fetch me some ice," he added, handing her his champagne glass.

"I… I promised myself I'd find a cure, ever since I was a little boy," said Hank "You have no idea what I'd give to feel…

"Normal." finished Raven dismally.

Both mutants were in the basement of the CIA facility. The brilliant young mutant scientist had invited Raven to eat a couple of cupcakes in a secluded part of the basement and to talk about the mutation they both had. Being able to spend time with a girl like Raven thrilled Hank. Though Galadriel was far more beautiful than Raven, her bearing radiated majesty and wisdom, and Hank was awed and somewhat disconcerted by her. But Raven was different, Raven was smart, pretty and she understood him.

"Charles has never understood," complained Raven "He's different but he's never had to hide. Hank, this serum that you're making, it doesn't affect abilities, right? Just appearance? Normalizes it." she added.

"Yeah."

"Do you think it would work for me?"

"Well, I… I can look into it, if you'd like. I mean, it's the least I can do after asking you to come down here with such a weird request."

Raven giggled. Hank was so cute! "Well, I have to admit, usually when guys ask me out, they're not after my blood" she teased.

"Uh… so, sorry. I… I didn't intend to be forward. I was just… I was excited. You know? Uh… the nature of your mutation. If any genes hold the key to changing appearance… it's… it's yours" said the young scientist, blushing deeply.

"Hank, you weren't being forward. That's kind of what I meant," said Raven tenderly.

"No, but I'm sorry if you thought I was," he said, looking down.

"And I'm sorry that you weren't," said she with a slight tinge of disappointment. She moved closer to him and gave him her wrist "Go ahead. Take the blood"

Hank took a deep breath and injected her the needle as much as carefully possible, however, Raven winced from the pain.

"Sorry. Did I hurt you?" blurted Hank, his cheeks burning.

Instead of answering, Raven inched closer to him and leaned forward.

"Kinky," commented a strange voice. The two jumped like naughty children and turned to see Erik walking by. "By the way, if I looked like both of you, I wouldn't change anything." And he continued on his walk.

Raven lowered her gaze and backed away.

"I'm… I'm sorry." Hank mumbled

"No, it's ok," she said. "It's just that… they don't understand. They don't have to hide. Well, Galadriel does, not because she's ugly but because she's so beautiful!" Raven added bitterly.

"I've heard that she's not exactly in her right mind," said Hank, trying to change the subject. "She says that she's an Elf."

Raven nodded. "She thinks that she's an Elf, a queen of a strange place and t she comes from a country called Middle-Earth. But even with all these crazy ideas, she's still super attractive, and everyone admires her… especially Charles."

"Maybe Charles likes her because she's a telepath as well. She's attractive, Raven, but not like you," mumbled Hank.

Raven smiled at him fondly and she was going to move closer when both heard a sound of steps. Both stood up, and Raven commented reluctantly. "We should get back."

Hank nodded.

A man entered Stanley's office. He closed the door and darted to the desk, flipping through the file cabinet to find the records he wanted. Photographs of Sebastian Shaw and Emma Frost, the most recent information of the places where they have been seen and everything the CIA had already known of each one of them was there.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the files and put them in a folder. With a firm step, he walked to the exit of the facility, only to stop when he heard a serious voice remark. "From what I know about you, Erik, I'm surprised you've managed to stay this long."

Erik turned. "What do you know about me, Charles?" he asked harshly

"Everything,"

"Then you know that it's better to stay out of my head," he said grimly.

"I'm sorry, Erik," said Charles. "I've seen what Shaw did to you. I've felt your agony. I can help you."

Erik turned towards the speaker, his face hard. "I don't need your help" he snarled. "What can you do for helping me, huh? No one can help me!"

"Galadriel helped you," answered Charles softly.

Erik opened and closed his mouth several times, struggling to formulate a reply.

"Don't kid yourself," continued Charles firmly. "Galadriel gave you a rest that you told me nobody had ever given to you. You even called her an 'angel'." He paused "Look, Erik, it's not just me or even Galadriel you're walking away from. Here, you have the chance to be part of something much bigger than yourself. I won't stop you from leaving and I'm sure that Galadriel won't either, otherwise, she would be already here." Charles sighed and turned to enter the building, saying as he entered. "Erik, Shaw has friends. You could do with some."

Erik was pacing back and forth on the concrete pad outside the building. His mind and conscience resisted accepting the truth of Charles' words, but...

'You know it is, Erik Lensherr,' said a kind voice inside his mind

Erik raised his head from his chest, stopping his pacing. He knew that voice perfectly, there was no one in all the Earth that had that voice. He turned. There was no one there. Where would that strange mutant be?

"I guess you already know what I've been through," he said dryly out loud "Apparently all telepaths have that characteristic"

An agent who worked at the facility passed by and looked at him suspiciously.

'You do need to speak aloud,' said Lady Galadriel's voice in his mind 'The Edain do not need to consider mutants are mad. As they consider me,' she added ironically.

'Edain?' Repeated Erik incredulously.

'What characteristic do we telepaths have?' Asked Lady Galadriel, ignoring the mutant's question.

'Read the minds of people, get into personal memories, enter personal life without asking permission.' retorted Erik.

'It is true that sometimes such a thing happens, but ... in your case, it was not necessary.' Before Erik could answer, Lady Galadriel continued 'There is no man or Elf, or dwarf who would do anything for revenge, no matter how foolish it might be.'

Erik thought that behind the sentence there lay something, some heartbreaking story, some oath, but he said nothing.

'And you, Erik Lensherr, you were willing to drown in order to kill the so-called Sebastian Shaw. Revenge removes everything little by little, and the first thing it takes away is rest. That's why I gave you sleep. Your heart was troubled, troubled enough to put your life at risk.'

Erik opened his eyes wide. There was no doubt about it, Galadriel was much more powerful than Charles.

'You still have a decision to make, a path to follow. If you follow the path that you have traveled so far, your end will be bitter because you will be alone, maybe you will get your revenge, but after that… What will you do? Living alone is difficult, but with other people, having a family and friends ... life and problems are more bearable,' She paused. 'Rest well and have a fair night, Erik Lensherr.'

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