I'm Free

By Firniswin

Authors Note: I have been asked to make a sequel to "This is where I Belong", so I decided to take up this task…..this is the sequel and it follows Glorfindel, and how he gets to Imladris. This story contains character torture and lots of angst……as if you would expect anything else.

The song lyrics I use belong to Bryan Adams, yes it is sort of a song fic.

Anyway, if you are not comfortable with this type of story, that is fine. But those of you who are, get ready for the tale of Glorfindel like it has never been told before, at least I hope. Please R&R! No Flaming, you can not rightly tell me what and what did not happen to Glorfindel since his life after the battle with the balrog to his meeting with Frodo is unclear you can not tell me what happened that is actually correct.

I do not mind reviews like: "That was good, but I just wanted to tell you that your verb forms are wrong." I don't mind those kind of reviews, they are more pleasant to read than. "Your story is the reason I do not read on fan fiction. Net anymore." That is a little to nippy. So please be kind, I am only mortal. [snaps fingers] Drat!!! And I do make mistakes. Thank you for your precious time, now onto the story, enjoy! J

Chapter 1

Jumpstart on life

Glorfindel lay in the canopy of the trees, his eyes glazed over in a peaceful slumber. The day before had been the happiest of his old life, but this was a new start, a new life had began but had started in the middle.

It was as if he had been born in the middle of his life.

He smiled in his sleep as new comforting dreams frolicked in his mind. He was in a field of wheat, running among the cheetahs…….he was going as fast as them too.

And so his dreams kept him unaware of the rustling below, a figure made it's way forward. He was stocky and the man's hair was dark brown. He had with him a rope, his bow and arrows, and a dagger. He held the rope aloft in his tanned hand…….the dagger in the other.

Slowly he climbed the tree, his clumsy boots slipping and making the tree shake.

Glorfindel woke with a start, his eyes wide as he saw the figure that loomed over him.

Only his quick elven reactions saved him, he slid over the edge of the tree, his blue-silver eyes wide with fright. He dropped to the ground like a cat in a crouched position on all fours. He rose swiftly and turned, he began to run through the fields of wheat.

"Stupid elf!" he heard the man yell with anger. The dark man brought out a horn, it was gold and mahogany. He blew one long blast, it echoed through the fields and down to the waters of the beach.

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Got to fight another fight-gotta run another night

Get it out- check it out

I'm on my way and it don't feel right

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'That can't be good.' the blonde elf thought as he sped his pace.

A moment later a pounding drum role could be heard farther than sight, it made the ground rumble and the ocean seemed to roar a warning to Glorfindel who was now in a panic.

He had come to the bottom of the edge of a cliff and was trapped, he could not go left or right or forward. And now he saw shapes appearing before him. He shivered as his uncovered body felt the chill of the shadows.

Glorfindel turned back to the rocky cliff, 'it's my only way.'

With that he began to climb, the rough rocks chafed at his bare feet and scratched at his new hands making them bloody.

Without warning something pulled him down by his raised hand, it was so sudden that it pulled him completely off the cliff and felled him. He cried out as his tired and sore body hit the ground with a hard thump. He lay almost utterly still, his breathing the only clue that he still lived. His back burned with a new pain, but not completely new to his old memories. Painful memories, that he strived to defeat. The burning of his back when he had fallen to the hard ground and the flames. The flames that had taken him, they had seared through his mind, heart and soul.

"Is he dead?"

The voices bore into his aching mind.

"Naw halfwit, he's breathin', see."

He heard footsteps coming closer to him, closer and closer.

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I gotta get me back- I can't be beat and that's a fact

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A hand reached down to him, it was holding a dagger. Quicker than light he grabbed the hand and wrenched the dagger out of the man's hand. The man cried out in pain, and drew away.

Glorfindel grasped the weapon in his bleeding hands and stood up glaring at all the mortals.

"What are we going to do?" one whispered to what appeared to be the leader. He wore a patch over his eye and was quite tall and strong. Dirty blonde hair went past his shoulders.

"Get him…he's to weak to fight all of us." the man smiled wickedly at the blonde elf who just shuddered. " But remember, he is an elf. He is stronger than you even in his weariness, circle him. Then rope him!"

"Aye sir." The man dismounted from his chestnut, and then taking a rope and unsheathing his sword he approached the elf. The other men followed the same suit.

Glorfindel felt panic rise in his throat, his breathing came out in frightened rasps as he strove to speak. No words came, this was the first time he had noticed… he could not speak.

He watched as the men came closer, concentration decorating each of their wicked faces, why were they like this. What had he done to deserve such treatment. What had happened to the world.

He was brought out of his thoughts when two of the stronger men jumped at him, the caught him off guard and balance and he toppled to the ground the two still on him. He fought to get free of them. He felt a string of panic run through his veins when he felt something tighten about his leg, then another about his caught arm.

He struggled as best he could, his hair flashed in the sun as he brought the dagger up and across one man's chest blood began to spill onto his bare body, dying his flesh deep red.

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It's ok- I'll find a way

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Another stab of pain surged through his collarbone and arm. He cried out and tears spilled down his cheeks as he felt the fragile bones break under the weight of the man. He dropped the dagger and his arm fell limp to the ground. One of the men looped a stronger rope round his soft neck.

"Put these on him, we can't bring him to Lotholin like that."

"Yes lord."

He felt someone untie the rope about his leg and slip something over his bare legs, he felt another man tie a sash round his waste to keep the leggings up, since they were made for mortals, and obviously a very obese mortal they did not fit.

"There ya go." another said as he moved up and tied the roped round Glorfindel's other arm.

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You ain't gonna take me down no way

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The pain had now subsided and in one last feeble attempt to escape the blonde elf bit down on a man's hand, and quickly got up. He ran past the men but it was all in vain. He had forgotten the ropes, and with one yank he was sent sprawling to the dusty ground weeping as his broken bones and the ground connected.

The man with the eye patch rode up, and smile maliciously at the elf. "Good try elf." he frowned. "But from now on your mine."