Disclaimer:

I do not claim to own any of the canon characters in this story. 

Everyone else, who is not mentioned in one of Tolkien´s works, is mine.

Author´s notes and thank you´s:

-TreeHugger - Again, go and read her tales. I recommend them highly, especially "Bells of Silver", a wonderful story about our favourite golden-haired elf and his betrothed, Laerlend of Mirkwood.

Thank you for the beta-reading, it must be an awfully hard job. But I did get a little better, didn´t I?

Next time, nothing will be "on the floor" or outside the quotation marks. =)

-Klose -  Nîn mellon, thank you for inspiring me - the Aiwendil plotbunny is part yours!

-Dragon-of-the-north - Well, as said in the review to "Orcs and Elves"  Snuga´s words about Turgon greatly inspired me.  Surely you´ll find out what part of this chapter they made me write.

Give that orc a hug from me, please ;-)

Notes on this chapter will be found in the end, as well as responses for everyone who reviewed. Thank you all so much! I hope I did not let you wait too long.

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Chapter 2: Daylight Revelations

When the gentle sunlight of the new day's dawn crept through the windows, it lit the faces of two sleeping forms still holding each other in a tight embrace.

It was Elentinwë who awoke first, and her eyes widened in disbelief when she realised that the events of the night had been no dream after all.

While listening to his voice in the darkness she had held him fast, fearing that he was a dream despite all he had said; fearing that he would be gone when the night gave way to the daylight, and would never return.

But feeling his body close to her now, she knew it not to be so.

"You will not leave again, will you?" she murmured and smiled when he stirred and turned to look at her. The love in his eyes made her heart stop for a moment, as did his words.

"Nay, never. There is nowhere I wish to be, save here. I have been gone for far too long a time."

Before she could reply, the door burst open and a young elf with dark brown hair

came running in.

"´tinne, the sun has risen!" , he exclaimed breathlessly, and stopped at her side of the bed to climb up and throw his little arms around her. But suddenly he frowned and looked at Glorfindel, puzzled.

Snuggling close to Elentinwë, he knit his brows and pointed at her husband.

"Who is that ´tinne? Who is that?", he demanded to know.

She smiled at the youth's impetuous behaviour. Little Súlindo had, as his name -Windsinger- indicated, always been a little wild.

"'Tis my husband and your grandfather Glorfindel. I told you stories about him, do you remember?"

An excited nod was her answer, and then Súlindo scrambled over her body to hug the golden-haired elf as well, completely oblivious and unheeding for the aura of power that surrounded him.

"´tinne told me a lot many stories!"  he whispered in Glorfindel´s ear. "Can you really make me fly?"

Now it was his turn to look puzzled, while Elentinwë´s fair face reddened with barely surpressed laughter at the look of Glorfindel with his grandson on his lap.

Helpless was the best word to describe him. Even though he had fathered a son as well, he had never been in such a situation - and after all, it had been a long time since.

He looked at his wife pleadingly and silently begged her to solve the situation. Glorfindel did not want to disappoint the little one who watched him with gleaming dark-grey eyes, still waiting for an answer.

Finally, Elentinwë gathered herself enough to speak.

"Little one, they were stories I told you. But still, there is some truth in it, as you will soon see. Now please leave the room. We will talk about this matter later, just have patience, for there are preparations that need to be made."

She smiled at him brightly and was rewarded with a wet smack on her cheek. With that Súlindo jumped off the bed and ran from the room.

Both could hear him call, for he had left the door open and his young voice echoed through the corridors, "Glorfindel will make me fly! Amil! Atar! Have you heard?"

Both exchanged amused glances and smiled, but then out of a sudden, Glorfindel became serious again.

"How fares our son?" he asked.

Elentinwë returned his stern glance. This was not something she wanted to talk about. Even though they had talked a long time while darkness surrounded them, this was not one of the questions he had asked. All they had craved in the night was the light of the stars and each other. But this reminded her too much of the time after Glorfindel had left them, for Ilurano had kept the sadness and anger he had felt in those days in his heart. And he had had a lot of time to nurture them.

Secretly, though she would never tell, she felt a shadow of fear cover her heart for what would happen when the two met.

Glorfindel felt her body stiffen against his and sensed the unease he had caused his wife with that question. But he wanted, nay, he needed to know.

"Is there something not well with him? I have heard the little one call for his father, so what can possibly have happened?"

"Nay, he is fine. He is ..."

Her voice faltered under the weight of the words to come.

"He was hurt that you went away and left us behind. He wanted you to come home again or to follow you. You did not return with us and I allowed him not to leave. He spoke no word to me for a long time, and he never spoke about you again."

Hearing those words, Glorfindel once again wished that he had not let pride and selfishness rule his actions. He could have spared them - his family - a lot of anguish.

Silence lay between them for a long, uneasy moment. Glorfindel dared not to meet her eyes.

"I know that what I have done is wrong, yet there is now no way to undo it. We need to learn to live with those events. There is no other way."  Still his eyes were fixed on the bedcovers, as if he was not believing his own words at all. The memories and emotions that had felt so distant at first, were now coming back to him with full force.

As if seeking for support, he tried to take Elentinwë´s hand. She drew it back quickly, before their fingertips touched.

"Tell me of him," he finally bid her, just to break the silence. He could bear it no more.

"Tell me of days that I have not witnessed."

He got no answer and when he finally raised his eyes again, he found his wife looking to the door that Súlindo had left open. Glorfindel was just in time to see someone turning his back on them.

He sighed. "Was that him?"

A mere nod was his answer. No more needed to be said.

"I know it is hard, but...", he began, but stopped his flow of words quickly, when he realised that Elentinwë was looking out of the windows, away from him. Her slender frame was trembling.

Glorfindel knew how proud his beloved, like all the people of Ingwë, was and how much it ashamed her to be seen weeping. There was only one time he could remember, when she had not been shy to show her tears openly: when their son had been born.

"Leave now. Please.", she whispered, but he would heed her words not. Glorfindel gently placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her back into his embrace, tracing the path of the tears that had already spilled from her eyes with his fingers.

"Cry, my beloved. There must be much grief weighting on your heart, with me as cause. No one can turn back time, though I fain would."

If she had heard him, she responded not, but once again turned her head away to look upon the towers of Tirion in the distance. A sigh escaped her lips, but she straightened her shoulders and rose to his feet. In the moment their bodies ceased to touch, she already missed the warmth and comfort he had so freely offered her. Her life had been too cold for long years. And thus, the decision she had made only moments ago, was changed. The decision not to live with Glorfindel again, for she feared to be not able to cope with the pain of the past disappeared not utterly, but was replaced by a new confidence yet unspoken. Maybe all could become as it was once. There was light and happiness in Valinor again, so there might be a chance for them also.

"We should forget and start anew. There is too much darkness behind us that not even your return can light," Elentinwë said, and through her tears wove a smile that proved that she believed the words she had just spoken.

"Yes, there is darkness behind us, and there is death." Glorfindel closed his eyes and breathed in the clean air, as he faintly felt smoke in his lungs. "Yet those things are but memories now, and we need not start anew, but can continue our way together."

"You understand me not. For you, beloved, it may be only memories, for you are granted a second life. For me, they are not. There is no distance from those events save time for me. I still live the same life, and you know as well as I that time matters not in lands where everything is immortal. It seems like yesterday to me, that rumours came that told of Ondolinde and your fate. `Tis not only a memory for me. If you can not understand this, I bid you to go."

The next words were hard for him, and his heart seemed to cease its beating for the cold of fear that spread through his veins.

"I understand it not. Fare thee well then, my lady, and forget me not, though we part for a second time."

He stood then, and straightening his clothes went to the door without looking back. He started, when Elentinwë, who had remained in the room, called out to him.

"Wait. I already told you that I could not bear it to be alone again after you held me in your arms this night. Go not, for my words were folly and I knew not what I said."

A faint spark of hope stirred in his heart.

"Then you have changed your mind?" Glorfindel asked.  She nodded wordlessly. "It broke my heart to see you go. I wish not to again loose you. Stay, and never leave those who you love again."

"I will not. I vow to Varda Elentári and Manwe Súlimo."

But as he spoke those words, a feeling inside him warned the golden-haired one that this oath would not be one he could keep.

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He smiled upon hearing the voice of Súlindo. "Amil, Glorfindel will make me fly, it is so exciting. How will he do it, what do you think?"

In the next moment, the little one, holding his mother's hand, appeared. But as soon as he had seen his grandfather, he ran to greet the golden-haired elf with a fierce hug.

"Is it time now?" he asked, and held up his arms so that the elder could take him up.

"Nay, little one. Not yet, for not all preparations are finished. Your grandmother sees to the last of them. Be patient, for this is a great virtue in life," Glorfindel answered and knelt down. "Sit on my shoulders," he said with a wink. This was something he needed not have said - the little one had attempted it already.

Eventually, he stood up without being in danger of loosing his balance, even though the young elf clung to his back with the grace of a net full of fish, but determined not to lose his hold.

His arms nearly strangled Glorfindel, but he managed a smile nonetheless when he saw that the young one's mother standing and watching them.

"You must be Lairë then. My wife has already told me about you and your son, yet you surpass my imagination. Lairë is a beautiful name for a even more beautiful woman."

He yelped in surprise, when Súlindo decided he had been ignored long enough and tickled him with his naked feet. Glorfindel bowed forth a little, causing the boy on his back to hold even more tightly.

"Let go now, my little friend," he whispered and sat down in a graceful motion. "I deem I see your grandmother coming, and someone is with her. Mayhap it is time now."

He smiled encouragingly before the little one ran off. Glorfindel then turned to look at Lairë once more to regard her with the fitting attention. It was now that he noticed the gentle swell of her belly and the way her left hand rested protectively on her abdomen.

"You are with child?" he asked and received a nod from the dark-haired woman.

"Yes, my Lord. Bliss and peace have returned to these lands, and 'tis a good time to  bear children so they may enjoy this life also." Her grey eyes shone with joy, when she finished speaking.  "Speaking of children, know you what the story Súlindo has been told is about, other than to make him fly?"

He had to shake his head at this. "Nay, I do not, for no one has told me yet. But even though I know him only for what are but a few hours, I feel that Súlindo will soon tell me."

She laughed and looked at him surprised. "You know him well, already, indeed. He will tell you, be assured. His mouth never stands still."

"Maybe he will be quiet, at least for a while. Come with me now and let us hear of the plan."

Glorfindel took Lairë by the offered arm then, and led her towards Elentinwë, who was approaching them with two other elves at her side, one with tresses of silver, and one with dark hair. A bluebird sat on the latter´s shoulder, singing merrily. Their long robes, one grey and one in earthy tones, were richly embroidered with silver and copper threads.

Súlindo who had first ran to meet them, had disappeared from view, but his voice was heard through the house's backdoor that opened to the garden. Apparently he was trying to lure the housemaids away from their duties, ´ to see him fly `.

Upon seeing the two companions of his wife, Glorfindel stopped, amazed.

What radiated from them could best be described as utter power, not unlike what he had felt on the day of his judgement by Mandos.

He could not withhold a gasp of wonder, when he looked into their eyes.

The orbs, of bright blue and green were shining with a wisdom none of his folk had reached.

Even though they looked like Eldar, they were not of his kind.

They could only be two of the Maiar, created before even the world came into being.

"Yes, you are right," he heard a kind voice inside his head, and in the same moment he would  have sworn that the grey-robed had winked at him.

"It is surprising that one of the Eldar perceives who we are in the first moment; this is something only few can do. There must something special about you."

His concentration was broken in this moment, when Elentinwë gently touched his arm.

"Glorfindel?" she asked, unsure why her husband stared at Olórin so.

"Yes?" He shook his head and was rewarded with several amused glances - of Lairë, his wife, and even of the two Maiar.

"Would it not be better to speak about the plan we will to carry out, instead of just glancing at one another?" Glorfindel grinned and nodded, but in the blink of an eye he turned and ruffled his hands through her hair playfully. He fought hard to keep an innocent face when he responded, "Yes, it would be better. But would you care to introduce our guests first, my love?"

" There is no need for this. My companion is called Aiwendil by your kin, and most name me Olórin," He looked at them, his blue eyes sparkling,  "And we both know who you are", he added.

"So, now that this matter is settled, would care to introduce your plan, then?," Glorfindel asked with one raised eyebrow.

"Of course. In fact, our "plan" has already been summoned," Aiwendil answered with a smirk.

In this moment, a shadow came rushing from the mountains and through the garden, for seconds darkening the earth as it went by. A bellow followed, and when the heads of the elves and Maiar turned upward, they perceived one of the great eagles of Manwe circling above them. His feathers shimmered in the sunlight, and even from below, the amber glint of the eagle's sharp eyes could be seen when he circled lower, and he eventually landed on the grass in front of  the group.

"This is our plan."

Glorfindel looked at the bird of prey, his eyes darkening with a memory, but shook his head quickly to push it back. "And what shall he contribute?" he asked unbelieving, and looked at the eagle once more, who watched them with slightly opened beak and wary eyes. It almost seemed that he understood their every word.

"We are going to make your grandson fly. If the little one clings fast to the eagle, there should be no danger for him. And even if he would fall, no harm would be done, for this eagle´s talons are strong and would catch him, long ere Súlindo hit the ground.

"But of course, we need to know if his mother agrees or refuses."

"I agree. I see that nothing dangerous will happen," Lairë´s clear voice could be heard. When they all turned to look at the dark-haired Noldor lady, they saw her eyes sparkling. "He has asked me so many times, and it would be wonderful to have a moment's rest," she told them and laughed. "Though probably he will keep on telling me about it time and time again. But it is worth a try."

"So, where is Súlindo? Is he still in the house?" Elentinwë asked."

"Yes, I guess he is. I am going to fetch him. Wait but a minute." With a smile on her face, Lairë went to get her son.

However, before she had reached the backdoor the little one came running out, holding in his little hands the dress-sleeves of the housemaids, thus forcing them to come after him, whether they wanted it or not.

He stopped when he saw his mother.

"How often have I asked you not to pull at anyone´s clothing or hair, Súlindo?" she asked. Súlindo looked straight in her eyes, and even from some meters away the rest of the group could see the mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Very often," he answered now. "But Amil,  Fanyalossë and Nermi didn't want to come and so I had to bring them with me. They should just have some fun!" he pouted, shoving his lower lip out and fluttered his lashes.

"Is it true what he says?" Lairë asked. She had learned from experience that Súlindo often tried to twist the truth to the way that suited him best.

"Yes, he speaks the truth," one of the maidens answered, while the other acknowledged her words with a nod.

"Very well," Lairë sighed. "Then let us not tarry longer. Súlindo, I think what will come to pass now is something you have never dreamed of.. Can you guess what will happen?"

The little one beamed, a bright grin spread over his face. "I am going to fly!" he cheered and ran towards the group. "How?" This was revealed to him now, as the others, who had blocked his sight, stepped aside and he could see the eagle.

Minutes later the laughter of the little one rang through the calm air. The eagle was not flying very far from the ground - he circled just above the tops of the tallest trees in the garden. It seemed to be a great height for Súlindo though.

"I am flying! Look, I can almost touch the ship of Arien!"

After a time, the eagle descended again from the airs and landed on the ground gently. The great bird, whose feathers shimmered almost golden in the sunlight, waited until the young elf had dropped to the earth again, and with a last bellow and the beat of his mighty wings he strayed into the air again and disappeared up the side of the Mountain in steep flight.

Even after his shadow was gone, Súlindo still stood with his head thrown back, and watched the blue sky intently, as if he could summon the eagle to come again just by thinking of it.

After a few moments, he gave up his watch and slowly, as if still in a dream , he walked over to the group and hugged the two Maiar fiercely. "Thank you, Olórin! Thank you, Aiwendil! But it was over far too fast! Can you call the eagle back? I tried, but it did not work! Please!"

The two Ainur looked at each other, and eventually it was Aiwendil who spoke.

"Not today, little one, for we also have our duties, and our Lords and Ladies demand our presence now. Another time we might be able to repeat it, but today we will not. But worry not, it is in my power to fulfill your wish. I am not named bird-lover for nothing. All birds, from the smallest to even the great eagles of Manwe obey me gladly."

"Even though I needed to help you persuading Lord Manwe to agree to the plans you devised", Olórin said quietly and smiled. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Glorfindel, and a pleasure also to see the other of you again, my dear friends. But we shall go now."

When Súlindo looked up to the Maiar, an expression of misery on his face, Olórin smiled kindly.

"We shall come back, my little friend. Until then, you will surely have many a dream and fond memory of this day." 

"Really? Do you promise it?"

"Yes, we promise you by our honour as servants of the Lords of the West."

"I hope you will come back soon!" Súlindo cried in his usual lively way, and the adults smiled at each other when Lairë´s son ran off once again, beaming. He tried to imitate the bellows of the eagle, and had spread his arms as if they were wings.

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The morning was changing to mid-day when Glorfindel sat in his garden under a tall tree, welcoming the shadows of the green boughs that were protecting him from the heat. The leaves of the Mallorn rustled in the wind and he smiled, listening to a tale only he could hear.  It spoke to him of what had happened during his absence, of the things Elentinwë had not been able to tell. The tree told him of a fair, dark-haired maiden, sharing shy kisses with his son, of a father gently holding a babe in his arms and of nimble feet running around and yells of delight, when two young elves played tag.

How he wished he had been there instead of living in a place that only reminded him of fading, and of dying, and decay. In those lands where he had been, nothing was immortal, not even the immortals themselves. And so he had died, along with so many of his kin.

"Father?"

Glorfindel looked up to find a tall, lean Eldar gazing down on him with a hawk-like stare. Despite everything Elentinwë has told him, he rose to his feet, smiling and made a move to embrace the other.

"Ambaron. It is good to see you again, my son," he said as a greeting. But his son, who had inherited his mother's pale hair and bright blue eyes, stepped back a few inches, avoiding the arms waiting for him. It was now that Glorfindel saw the unfamiliar fire smouldering inside the icy blue orbs. It had not been there in ages past, but back then Ilurano had been only a young boy. He had changed. They all had.

"Call me not by this name," he said coldly, "I do not bear that one you bestowed on me anymore. My name is Ilurano."

Glorfindel nodded gravely.  "The name your mother gave you. So be it. But wish you not to greet one who has been gone for so long?" The words were clearly tinged with hurt of this rejection. But in the next moment the golden-haired one chided himself mentally, not to react in such a foolish manner. He should have known.

All those thoughts passed by in what was but a moment.

Ilurano stood, alert and waiting for what was to come, his hair swaying in a somewhat stronger breeze that carried the sound of waves with it.

"First know, for what reason I went to fight in the War of Wrath, and why I undertook all those journeys to Númenor. I went to find tidings of you, for though I have never forgiven you, I could not bear to perceive how my mother suffered. She scarcely smiled or laughed, and ever after tidings came from the East, a shadow of grief lingered in her face. I knew not the reason for this, until this morning, when Lairë told me what had come to pass. Now you have come back from the Halls of Mandos and I am glad – for my mother. But do not expect me to show you affection. Greetings, my father," he answered finally, and turned around before Glorfindel had a chance to reply. With swift steps Ilurano disappeared into the house.

And another memory came to Glorfindel, unbidden.

"From darkness and despair to beauty and light! Follow me, you, who were left on this shore! Our hands are stained with the blood of our kin for naught! The way by sea is a road lost to us, so let us brave the ice of the Dark Foe of this world! We will survive and we will have light, for we will wrestle the Silmarils from the tainted claws of Morgoth and repay those who left us behind!"

An immediate uproar of voices followed the words of Turgon. Cheers and shouts - and silence from many not touched by his speech. Glorfindel turned to gaze upon his wife, silent, and his son, cheering  - like he himself was. It was clear to see in the eyes of the child that he would follow and trust his father. In this very second he wanted nothing but to cast down Turgon´s standard to the cold earth and hold those two who were most precious to him, but he could not. He remained on his feet and looked ahead. He had even done so on the eve of their march back, even when his son had told him that he would follow, and he had denied this wish, for he knew for sure that Elentinwë would return home. Her wordless plea to accompany them had told him enough,  and the hurt in his son´s eyes tore at his heart. And yet he went onward, joining in the songs that the other captains sung, while his family went away.

And thus it was his fault that his son despised him now; or so he thought. If he had known what Ilurano truly felt, he would have acted otherwise.

Guide to Quenya-names and words:

Elentinwë - Glinting Starlight, wife of Glorfindel

Súlindo – Windsinger, son of Lairë and Ilurano

Lairë - means either Summer or Poem, decide which one you like better, wife of  Ilurano

Olórin - Quenya-name of Gandalf

Aiwendil - Bird-Lover, Quenya-name of Radagast

Fanyalossë - White Fallen Snow, one of the two housemaids

Nermi - field-spirit (pl. Nermir, a group of the Ainur, fays of the meads, she is an elf, though), the other housemaid

Ambaron - Sunrise, father-name of Glorfindel´s son

Ilurano - Universe-Wanderer, mother-name and prophetic name of Glorfindel´s son

Arien - the maiden steering the sun-ship

Ondolinde - Quenya-name of Gondolin

Amil – mother

Atar - father (see Sindarin "Adar")

Something about Olórin and Aiwendil:  It is said in the HoMe Vol. 12 ("Morgoth´s Ring") that Glorfindel became a follower and friend of Olórin, so I needed a way to introduce him.

The reason I preferred Aiwendil to another of the Istari (wizards) e.g. Cúrumo/Cúrunir (later known as Saruman) is that he is indeed depicted as a lover of birds and beasts. He is a Maia of Yavanna, so this is – at least to me –  very fitting. Olórin is a Maia of Manwe and Varda, and so I thought that he could help with the eagle. 

They had taken on elven shape, because it is said that the Valar and Maiar did that at times, and it is explicitly said of Olórin who walked among the Eldar unknown. Yes, I know that this contradicts what I have said about Glorfindel: he knew or probably sensed who those two were, because (and this is also stated in HoMe 12) his spiritual powers were greatly enhanced by his self-sacrifice in Gondolin. He had become almost an equal to the Maiar after his release from the Halls of Mandos.

One last thing: I chose the colours grey and earthy brown for Olórin and Aiwendil, because this was the way they were dressed later in the Third Age in Middle-earth. Besides, in the Unfinished Tales, Olórin was clad in grey also, when he attended a council of the Valar. Their hair colours are purely speculative.

Response to reviewers:

addicted: Thank you for your feedback. I am glad you enjoy the story and hope you still like his family after what has happened.

Klose: Well, nin mellon, what am I supposed to say now? I am simply overwhelmed by your comment. I honestly did not expect that this story was such a success.

But of course you are right, Glorfindel does indeed deserve all the attention. He is gorgeous.

I have nothing against OFCs either - as long as they are no Mary Sues.

Finch:  Yay! Constructive feedback *dances around happily*

Thank you for the compliments - seems like you have read my mind. The things you mentioned were exactly what I wanted to achieve, but was not sure if I really did it. I am glad that you got it =)

Concerning the guilt question - I read the Last Writings and pondered long about the cause of his release - later chapters will deal with this. He is guilty after all, no one can deny that and the Valar are not as mild as you might think them to be. Mandos already spoke the golden-haired´s doom - to return to Middle-earth and Glorfindel accepted it. He was not simply done with confessing.

Wait and thou shalt be enlightened...

purple-sorceress:  Thank you. Those are things I was not sure about, either.

The Halls of Mandos were difficult to write, because I had no real picture of them, except that it was dark, cold and the walls were of stone. I am glad that it worked, though, for there was not much more I wrote

The other thing is Elentinwë. I feared that she would become a Mary Sue.. but since no one voiced that by now, I hope she did not become one of those repulsive beings. I do not like them, normally. There are exceptions, though.

Queen of  Shadows: Yes, this story will explain eventually, why Glorfindel of Gondolin is the same person as Glorfindel of Rivendell and why he is there after all. Just have some patience, everything will be explained in later chapters.

TreeHugger: Well. I you do not know what to say, what can I say then? Thank you would not be appropriate enough. Dankeschön =) is not any better, but well… it is more special. Ai. Does that make any sense? 

I am very glad that you liked ´tinne - though I fear she has indeed turned to a Mary Sue in this chapter. I am far from happy with her sometimes… but you are right about the sadness that overshadowed and overshadows still her and Glorfindel´s relationship. I hope there will be light after a time. I sincerely hope so.

LOTR Lover:  Thanks, not only for the FB about Elentinwë. As mentioned before, I was really not sure about her. And well, the grammatical errors and run-on sentences are entirely my fault, since I am not a native speaker….  It seems I screw up some sentences so badly that not even Tree, my fabulous beta can solve them.

Siobhan-Lhuderl-Hirl:  Hm. Yes, gorgeous and valiant. There are many elves who are, and your Beleg Cúthalion is one of them. I like him as well =)

Dragon-of-the-north: Okay, here is your long-expected chapter… Ich hoffe, es konnte deinen Erwartungen standhalten. Was das Weitermachen betrifft: Klar hör ich nicht auf, ich hab auch nicht über die Story gesprochen, sondern über meine bio-page, wo ich die Leser ja auf dem Laufenden über meine Geschichten halte. Wenn es allerdings keinen interessiert, kann ich diese News auch einfach weglassen, hm?

twin03: Thank you =) Here is what you demanded -more to read for you. I hope you enjoy it.

Dís: A dwarf maiden reviewing? What an honour! I will write more, do not worry. And thank you =)

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