1st chap=disclaimers.

Arrrgh, vacation takes more time away from my writing than school work does.

Sorry for leaving you waiting for the Galadriel confrontation in this chapter, my elves just got away from me. I'm finally going to see TTT today. I think. Maybe not. Hopefully I will see it by the end of the weekend. Pray I do not run into screaming children. One would think when the average age of my town is 65 there wouldn't be screaming children everywhere.

Onto a more pleasant topic:

Freelancer: You know, I disregarded a Glorfindel fic at first because I wasn't sure I had enough of a plot to keep it from going south. But, last might I got hit by a tiny bug, so you never know.

Arabella thorne: Glad you like it, more confrontation in the next chapter.

Losseniaiel: Ahh Elrond plot bunnies, I watched the extended version of FOTR on Christmas, now their crawling all over the place.

Nemis: Well I can tell you that Galadriel is planning awfully naughty things

Isa: Hmm, going to have to wait for Galadriel to blow up in the next chapter. I seem to be attracting a Glorfindel following. (Gives Glorfy a serious thought)

Little-She Bear: That rascally Glorfindel! He just keeps stealing scenes!

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Elrond smiled as Celebrian traced lazy circles on his chest in the early morning light. With a sigh of contentment, he caught her hand and brought it to his lips.

"I love you." His sense of eloquence had left him, rendering him capable of only the trite statement. Yet, it was the truest and strongest he could have offered. Celebrian did not mind.

"I assumed that you did, otherwise I would not have stayed with you."

He smiled and pulled her close for a kiss. Halfway between his first simple kiss and his overtures towards a more passionate touch, Celebrian pushed away.

"You have things you need to attend to, and I should leave before vicious rumors start."

Elrond nodded, but put on his best pouting face. Celebrian looked at him and her entire being seemed to melt.

"Bastard."

"I'll have you know that my parents were happily married before my conception."

"Elrond."

"I know. Come back tonight?"

"I am not sure that would be wise." Celebrian began to waver. The pitiful Elrond look was plastered across his face. He looked like he was about to cry.

"I sleep better with you beside me. You chase away my dreams of the past."

Now she felt like she was about to cry. Did he always know how to get his way?

"Only if we both have the time and opportunity."

A smile lit his features.

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A smile was not gracing Celeborn's features at the moment. It appeared he would not be gracing his wife's bed for a very, very long time. She had almost killed him that morning. She hadn't bothered to explain how she knew. Or why she knew that he knew, but she had made it perfectly clear that she DID know. And now the only reason that he was alive was because she didn't want rebellion in the ranks.

Currently, he was saddling her horse. She fully intended to ride with an armed escort to Imladris to retrieve her daughter, by force if necessary. He would be riding with her because, "You'll either run and hide or run and tell them if I leave you here."

Her name really should be the Lady of Ice.

The soldiers were milling around putting their tack on their horses.  Confusion was the main feeling they had. Why were they going to Imladris? Why were they going so heavily armed?

Galadriel swept in amongst them. She headed towards her horse. Celeborn offered to help her up, as was their custom, but she waved him off and had one of her guard assist her. She did not speak to him, but merely pointed her finger at her horse. He knew better than to disobey.

Celeborn groaned as he launched himself into his saddle. There were many days between here and Imladris, and he was certain his lady's mood would only get worse. As they formed up, he urged his horse to fall back among the lagging soldiers. He wanted to disappear like a fish among the reeds. Galadriel would still see him, but he would not be near the apex of glacial fury that she had become. A quick turn of her head in his direction informed him that she knew what he was doing, but that she would allow it, for the moment.

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Elrond smiled at Celebrian. Their late night meetings had become a constant. While they did not always end in his bedroom, he found that just sharing his inner thoughts with her brought him great happiness. He loathed the day when Glorfindel would return. He might be a great friend, but he could kill Elrond's love life very quickly.

"Such gloomy thoughts, Lord Elrond, I did not know that talking of trees would cause summer storm clouds to descend on your brow."

"I 'twas merely thinking of Glorfindel, and his disruptive ways."

"Ah, but you love Glorfindel and his ways. If not for his 'disruptive' kiss, I would dare say you would be quite overcast at the moment."

"Vixen. What will we do once he returns?"

"I would imagine you will have to use your vaunted strategic skills. After all, I am just a simple maiden incapable of such feats of intelligence."

"Simple is hardly what I would call a woman who faked her own death."

"Hmmm, a backhanded compliment, should I accept it or become insulted? Choices, choices."

"My heart quakes to think that you would become offended. I offer only the highest compliments to My Lady."

"Yours am I? When did this happen? And why was I not informed?"

"You certainly are in a playful mood tonight. Perhaps you would like to play with me elsewhere?"

"That was not terribly smooth. In fact it teetered on the edge of being a crude remark."

"Must be my human blood."

"Your poor human side, you blame everything on it."

"Mayhap you shall kiss it and make it feel better?"

"Now that was crude." Celebrian replied as her face blushed the color of a dusky sunset.

"You like it when I'm crude."

"I do not."

"Do Too."

"Do" Elrond silenced her quickly with a kiss.

Celebrian gently slapped his arm. "Don't think that I don't know what you're trying to do. You promised me dessert, and I intend it to be of the sugar laden variety. A kiss I can have later."

"In that case, I shall have to ask you which is sweeter later tonight."

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Galadriel now had a very wide berth around her. It was a good thing that evil had lessened otherwise she could be in great danger. The back of her group was full, as was the front of her entourage. But the center where she rode was very thin. Her foul mood had worsened in the night and had not gotten better.

When she got her hands on Elrond, he would pay very dearly for turning her beloved daughter into his whore. He, for one, would not be passing down anything to his children as she fully intended to remove his ability to have them. Then, she would remove Celeborn's ability, and possibly Glorfindel's and any other male she came across. She was so livid at the moment she was considering gelding her stallions.

Being called out of her dreams by the sounds of her daughter copulating with IT was not making her wish well on him. A flaming sword would not do, it would cauterize the wound. No chance for an infection. A rusty spoon would be very painful, but he might escape before she was through. An arrow!  She would have to choose her best archers, for they would need to be very accurate. She couldn't kill him, but castration would be considered justified.

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Some time later, Glorfindel skipped through the gates of Imladris. Well, he skipped as much as one could on a horse. He had taken an unnecessarily long time in Mirkwood, and it had revived his spirits. As he led his party towards the stables, he was surprised to see no greeting party, but rather a plethora of blonde elves and an equally large number of horses. Having just come from Mirkwood, he knew they were not from Thranduil.

Being an intelligent elf he could only come to one conclusion. It was a very concise and foreboding conclusion. Launching off of his horse, he ran towards Elrond's study, hoping to save what was left of him.