Disclaimer: As in other chapters, Tolkien owns everything you don't recognise from the books.

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After they had been dancing for some time, too happy to try to speak, Galwyn disengaged herself from Elrohir's arms.

"Come, you cannot stay with me all night! Go and do your duties!" He pouted childishly, then smiled and nodded.

"Where are you going? I don't want one of those princes or my brother stealing you away." She laughed and kissed his cheek.

"I will be out on the balcony."

"Alright then. I will be there in a few moments." They parted, and Galwyn went to stand outside, her gaze fixed on the stars. She was so happy, she could barely believe it; her eyes were shining, and the tears were long gone from her eyes. And yet, she couldn't quite forget what those voices had said. Was she good enough for him? Was it meant to be?

"No." She said out loud, trying to banish the thoughts from her mind, but they did not go away. She thought of Elrohir, of the shining happiness that had lit his eyes as they had walked back up to the hall, and she shook her head. They were wrong; she did deserve him. She did deserve to be where she was. She dragged a smile onto her face, and, as she remembered their kiss, it started to reach her eyes. She looked up into the sky and watched the stars, unaware of time passing. Suddenly a hand was placed over her eyes and another on her waist. Before she could cry out, a familiar voice spoke in her ear.

"Guess who?" She laughed and tried to turn round, but the hand on her waist held her tightly. "Oh no. You have to guess."

"Who on earth could it be?" She asked in a questioning voice and the hand at her waist briefly left it to sweep all her hair over one shoulder, leaving the other one bare, before returning to her waist again.

"You're not guessing very well, are you?"

"Well maybe I need a clue?" There was silence and then she gasped, closing her eyes in pleasure as she felt his lips touching her uncovered skin, making a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her neck, and then to her ear, before whispering quietly into it.

"Any ideas?" He asked quietly, his hand gently stroking her waist.

"Maybe. I was thinking perhaps it was Daromir?"

"No." Came the reply.

"Lysandil?"

"Wrong again."

"Hmm…Elladan?"

"I should hope not!" He said with a laugh.

"Perhaps I might have one more clue then?"

"If you wish." Without taking his hand off her eyes, Elrohir turned her round and, taking a moment first to assure himself that it really was happening, he kissed her. When they broke apart, he asked again.

"Any…any ideas?"

"There was one."

"Who might that be?" She didn't say anything but reached up and gently prised his hand from her eyes, and it came to rest on her waist with the other.

"As I thought." She shook her head and sighed. "Such a disappointment." She said sadly, then, seeing the confused look in Elrohir's eyes, she laughed, and, after a moment, he joined in. "So what is my prize?"

"Do you deserve one?"

"Yes!"

"Alright then." He said, before kissing her again, her arms curling up and around his neck. She was glad for his hands on her waist, for suddenly her legs felt as if they were too weak to hold her up. They both would have been happy to stay there forever, but a voice laughing behind them broke them apart. They turned round and saw Elladan standing there, eyebrows raised and his hands resting on his hips.

"Haven't been together for five minutes, and already can't stay apart." He shook his head in mock sadness, before coming over to them, a broad smile on his face. He took one of Galwyn's hands, and one of Elrohir's in his own. "I am so happy for you both." They smiled back at him, and he laughed and kissed her hand. "If only I was as lucky as you, brother." He said, his eyes meeting Elrohir's, and he smile grew as he saw the happiness there, mirrored in her eyes as well. The younger twin smiled, and together, they made their way back inside.

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After the dancing had finished, and the guests had retired and said their goodnights, Elrohir walked Galwyn back to her rooms. At her door, they embraced tightly, not wanting to let go. Gently, she disengaged herself from his arms, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. They broke apart with a sigh and exchanged sweet goodnights.

She went into her room and went briefly out onto her balcony. As she looked out into the sky for the second time that evening, she didn't believe that anything could stop her happiness. The only mars on her thoughts were her worries for Elrond and the evil that was spreading in Mirkwood. Otherwise, her life was just perfect. She was with Elrohir, a thing she had only dreamt might happen, and nothing could touch them.

As she lay in her bed that night, her last thought was of him, and she fell asleep with a tender smile on her lips.

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Glorfindel, far from his usual state of calm, was running through the corridors of Mirkwood, his face wearing a broad smile. He had received news from Thranduil that morning when he awoke that Elrond's fever had passed, and he was almost back to his normal self. His heart alive with joy for the recovery of his friend, Glorfindel raced towards the chamber where the Lord of Imladris lay, and had lain since the attack. Thranduil was waiting for him outside in the corridor. He smiled as he saw him approach.

"Why, Glorfindel! You look positively disarrayed!" They both laughed at the unkempt appearance of the usual immaculate and composed elf. Then Thranduil smiled broadly, gesturing for the other blond elf to go in. Glorfindel, who needed no more encouragement, opened the door, and entered, quietly pushing the door shut behind him. At the sound, Elrond, who had been facing the window, turned round, his face immediately breaking into a weary smile, and he pushed himself up so he was almost sitting. Glorfindel strode over to his greatest friend, and took his hands, holding them in his own, and marvelling at how warm they were, when for so long they had been cold as ice. When his eyes met Elrond's, the dark haired elf could see they were full of happy tears, and he knew they mirrored his own. He freed one of his hands and reached out to hold it to the blond elf's face.

"Why do you cry, dear friend?"

"I am so very happy that you are recovered. For I while I feared I would lose you."

"You underestimate me, Glory." He said, using his friend's nickname. "It would take more than that to rid you of me!" They both laughed lightly, but Glorfindel's expression became suddenly more serious.

"I fear though that I may lose you still." Elrond looked at him, saw in his shining emerald eyes what he meant, and shook his head.

"No, I will not leave these shores. My business in Middle Earth is not yet done, and until it is, I will not even consider it. I promise you that. Let your heart be at peace." He said softly, gently brushing the tears away from his friend's cheek, who nodded slowly.

"Then I may be truly happy, at least for a moment. Elrond, there is much I have to tell you."

"I know, but after all this time spent in lonely delirium, I crave some lighter talk. Speak to me first of you, for I have missed you greatly. I could feel your presence, could almost feel your mind reaching for mine, but the fever was too strong for me, and the pull was lost. Now I have regained myself, and you, and I wish to revel only in that for a moment." Glorfindel smiled tenderly at his words, and sighed.

"I had to try, though I could not believe you would know it."

"Few could have done what you did, Glory. I owe you much. Indeed, for saving my life, Thranduil tells me. I am forever in your debt, my dear friend." A flush coloured the blond elf's fair skin, and he did not speak for a moment as recollection of the horrors he had seen flashed through his mind.

"I will not speak of it again, my Lord. Suffice to say that I only wish I could have helped you more, got to you sooner." Elrond's silvery grey eyes grew darker as he, too, remembered. But he held Glorfindel in his gaze.

"You could have done no more. Indeed, in your state, it is a miracle that you managed to do what you did. Are you healed?"

"Yes, I feel no pain now. I only felt for you."

"I thank you, Glorfindel, with all my heart. And we shall speak of it no more.

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A/N: As usual, please review and let me know what you think! Oh and thanks to my mate Selli for her input on this chapter! (Are you happy now Selli?)