1st chap = disclaimers

Cassie-Chan: Glad you like it. No, Celebrian didn't get her hair color back, they were keeping it black so that no elf decided to get nosy.

Odyssey: Well glad you joined us!

SperryDee: Yeah, that would have been a good idea. Ah Glorfindel, He's becoming quite the little show stealer isn't he?

Alice: To tell the truth, I am sort of  *cough* writing *cough* a separate Glorfindel story, but I won't be able to post any large amount until I finish one of the three stories I'm currently posting.

Arabella: Yeah, poor Elrond I keep putting him through nasty angsty stuff ;)

Isa: here's an update—Just for you!

Allright. Well, time for the author to beg for help. After a few chapters here, I'm thinking of making this really AU. Now I need to know if you will like that or if I should stick to. If anyone wouldn't mind spoilers, you can e-mail me and I can give you the gist of what I'm planning so you can give me more detailed feedback.

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As Glorfindel entered the hallway, he could literally feel the anger rolling off of the Lady of the Golden wood. He could have found her easily by her tension that reverberated through the house, but that was not necessary as the raised voices were more than enough for a deaf Hobbit to hear let alone an Elf.

Speed became the utmost necessity. He was sworn to protect Elrond. With light footsteps, he slid around the last corner stopping right in front of Elrond's private study. Inside was an ashen Celeborn, five of Galadriel's best archers, the enraged Lady herself, and a glowering Elrond. With a quick prayer that he would not again be visiting the Halls of Mandos, Glorfindel slipped into the room. Celebrian was not yet there, so it could be assumed that nothing incredibly dire had happened yet. The absence of pro-Elrond supporters indicated that he had sent them to retrieve her.

Galadriel shot an icy stare at Glorfindel. "You knew and kept this vile thing secret."

Fighting the Balrog had been less frightening. Still, he had proved his courage before and this was no exception. "I am loyal to Master Elrond and his house. It is my duty to serve his best interests."

Galadriel dismissed Glorfindel with a wave of her hand. A few thick moments later, Celebrian entered with Elrond's guards. Things now looked much brighter from Rivendell's side.

"What have you done to her hair?! Is it not enough that you spoil her body and her soul, but you must destroy her beauty with your own muddy color?"

"Do not speak to him in that way Mother. What ever has been done to me has been done with my full consent or was my own idea."

Glorfindel fought a snicker, the hair color change hadn't exactly been a pre-agreed upon thing.

"When dealing with one so crafty, you would not know your own ideas. You are much too young."

"To YOUNG? I am a full grown adult. It is you and you alone who are acting childish. Or perhaps my father is acting childish for letting you run his life."

"Do not talk to me that way young lady. I see with Lord Elrond's influence you will not see reason. Be removed, all of you. Master Elrond and I shall finish this without your bumbling idiocies."

"BUMBLING…"

"Come My Lady, disrupting your Mother is not exactly wise at the moment." Glorfindel grabbed Celebrian's arm and guided her out with the rest of her Mother's entourage and Elrond's guards. It would not occur to Celebrian that her Mother was extremely dangerous. She never had had a reason to fear her. Elrond at the moment did, and Glorfindel knew that Celebrian's defense would only strengthen her Mother's ire.

He quickly guided Celebrian to sit by her father. Her eyes kindled with anger from betrayed trust. "You said you would change her mind. Instead you told her and brought this misery upon me." Her voice choked out the words.

"Nay, I did not tell your mother, Celebrian. She found out by herself, someway. If it is any consolation to you, I do not think I am in any better standing than you are at the moment."

Inside of the study, Galadriel paced around Elrond; her eyes raked him over. "Did you truly think that you could do this? Steal my daughter and condemn her to torture?"

"I did nothing. Celebrian chose her path long ago. It is your place to allow her to follow it."

"Do not tell me what my place is, young one. You do not have a child. You know nothing of the pain of separation."

"I will not know this pain you speak of due to your unbending pride. Am I so terrible in my lineage that you think your daughter not worthy of me? Did you think I would keep her from you?"

"No male is good enough for her, but thanks to you, she will not be able to have a reasonable mate. A breach of the body is easily overlooked by a mate, but a tainting of her soul will chase away her happiness."

"You care not for her happiness, else you would have allowed her to become my wife."

"You know nothing of her well being. You only took what you wanted of her. The two of you did what felt good instead of using your common sense."

"And you treated her callously. Never once did you discern her heart on the matter."

"You deceived me."

"You deceived me first. Or have you forgotten the "letter" that Celebrian supposedly sent me? You nearly killed me with that letter and you nearly ruined your own child. I did not blacken a spot on her soul, but you almost obliterated it entirely."

Galadriel did not respond. She had indeed done some terrible things to Celebrian by forcing her marriage to Thranduil. No matter how good her intentions were, she still had caused damage. But still, Elrond had taken privileges with Celebrian that were not easily forgiven. Theu had attempted, however unknowingly, to bond her soul with his. Such an act outside of marriage was a horrible thing in Elvish society.

His defense of Celebrian was impassioned. Galadriel knew that he loved her. She knew before she had the letter sent. Still… Absently she played with her ring. Her eyes darted purposefully towards Elrond. A frown appeared on his face. He knew that Vilya was safely on his hand. He also knew that while it was the most powerful of the Elven rings, he was not the most powerful of Elves.

A true fight between them would not only destroy the both of them, but would most likely take the race of Elves with. Neither of them would normally be so foolish as to even consider the act. Then again, this fight was over something most costly to them both. A stalemate was reached neither moving. The energy from the room was silencing any conversation taking place in the whole house.

Elrond glanced away first. "You will not be able to take her from me."

"In spirit, no. In body, I am more than capable. I will leave you with your lands and with your life Lord Elrond. But I will leave with my daughter. You are not married. You have no legal right to her. If word is leaked about what you have done, your power will be removed from you. The Elves will seek your downfall. You have no choice."

Elrond hung his head in defeat. He would have fought for her, except that Celebrian flagged him no from the doorway. Her mother had won this round. He needed to live another day.

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Pain washed over Elrond as he watched them leave. Glorfindel came up beside him.

"Fear not Elrond. You chances are better now than you think. Celebrian will gain strength from your memory and you from hers. Galadriel will not always be so hard on the matter."

"You do not understand."

"Ah, but I do. My life was not so different long ago, but my death taught me to not leave hope behind. Hold to your glimmer of hope. She at least loves you. There are those who must survive on much less."