To Ambrosia the night went by fast, Erestor and herself returned to the Hall to find most of the people gone. The Lord and Lady spoke softly to one another by themselves, seeming to understand their personalities. Celebrian looked up and nodded at Ambrosia, who had joined Elrond's councilors near the fire. Elrond saw Celebrian's happiness but he knew what he had to do.

" My beautiful wife, shall we retire for the night, everyone but my advisor's have gone," he whispered sudectively. Celebrian's head sank abit, she knew of what would occur later. Being warlord he sensed her fear, but by placing his hand upon her knee Elrong reassured that he would be gentle.

Ambrosia recognized what Celebrian got suddenly worried about. She was about to stand when Glorfindel ran his hand around her waist.

"What do you want, sindar," she hissed pushing him away. Erestor's head shot up and his eyes averted to his Lord. It was Glorfindel that spoke, " Let them be, he is a half elf remember? Not many Eldar particularly Celeborn are willing to give him their daughters in marriage. He beckoned to the crest of Elwing on the wall. Ambrosia felt pestered at herself. Celebrian was a big girl that could take care of herself in a situation like this. And she did have an interest in the half-elf before the marriage.

"You're right," Ambrosia relaxed and sent her softs, most reassuring smile to Celebrian. The Lady returned a smile and allowed herself to be lead away by Elrond.

"So where's Tsarsmina?" Erestor brought all the attention back to him away from the newly weds.

" That pain was here for her best friend's wedding, part of the feast then she went to bed," Glorfindel stretched, making a great scene of it. "She needed to rest, then I'll visit her."

"That I did not need to know," Erestor chuckled at the blushing sindar, whom had just realized what he had said. Ambrosia looked at each of them individually and tried to imagine eternity with the pair of them. They seemed so different, almost at each others throats with their sharp, educated comments.

" I am sorry for my ignorance, but are you the Balrog-slayer?", Ambrosia asked Glorfindel quietly.

" What ignorance, it's a valid question and yes, Valinor brought me back for some unfinished business," he answered. The red head gave a sigh of relief as his powerful blue eyes looked so gentle for someone so strong.

" So Ambrosia, tell us about yourself," Erestor, never smiling, but gave warming signal from his eyes.

" There's not much to say what you've seen is it," she stated hotly. The two exchange a not so surprised look.

" We understand, exiles do not like to speak much about their past," Erestor whispered.

"How about we teach you some etiquette before breakfast? Some Imladris etiquette," Glorfindel replied...







***** Characters that are not recognizable will be introduced in other stories

**for Tsarsmina Learning Under a Mountain