Chapter 9

Hearts true desire

A weak had passed and Adenen and Glorfindel were both in better health than they had been ever. Well save Glorfindel broken arm and collar bone, he wore a nice clean white sling to help them both heal.

Elrond had monitored their health just to make sure that they had no problems, and so far neither had.

Adenen looked entirely healthy he ran about playing tricks on the soldiers and Elrond, but not on Glorfindel. He respected the elf, or so it seemed, he never did anything to upset him.

Elrond had been noticing something about Glorfindel though, it made him worry for the elf. He had watched the blonde elf that week, Glorfindel had not at barely eaten since the first day he had awoken and he did not talk at all, he sufficed others with a nod of his head and went about his business.

Adenen had never mentioned anything but Elrond could see that he was worried too.

Elrond ran up to Adenen lightly. "Adenen!" he called as he reached the child's side.

"Oh." he smiled. "Hello Lord Elrond. What can I do to help you?" he asked eyes gleaming.

"I wanted to ask you a few questions……about Glorfindel?"

The boy seemed hesitant but then replied softly. "All right, let us go to your tent and talk, for we should not talk openly of such things."

"Wisely put lad. come this way." Elrond smiled warmly and walked towards the tent, Adenen on his heels.

Once they were inside the tent and the flap was closed, Adenen sat on the floor and Elrond walked to the table and lit a candle.

"Now….." he turned back to the child and looked deep into the eyes. "What do you know about him?"

Adenen thought a moment then shrugged. "Hardly anything." he closed his eyes in thought. "All I know is when he was brought back to me and Lotholin he was hardly clothed, the men had given him a spare pair of pants so that Lotholin would not be upset and say they stole his clothes. He always blames them for that when they bring back an unclothed eldar. But I had seen the pants before, the man who had worn them died in an orc attack not a weak before." the elfling informed frowning. He opened his eyes and stared up at the healer. "H-he met Tuilin, a elven maiden from the land of Greenwood the Great. She is fair beyond words. They shared a bond that was made in very short time, but the bond is unbreakable. Glorfindel told me the day we escaped that he loves her."

Elrond's head shot up. And his eyes sparkled with new ambition. "And she is captive in this slavery?"

Adenen nodded wordlessly. "Why do you ask?"

"Well if he loves her then it is obvious that the separation is not helping him any."

"Yes, but he is not fit to go and fight for her freedom, nor any others." Adenen countered, standing to his feet. He would not see his friend be harmed again.

"What if we left him here and went ourselves?" Elrond smiled and put a finger to his chin.

"That would kill him!"

"He would be fine, we could leave some of Gil-Galad's men with him. Then we would go and free the elves in that fortress." Elrond stood up.

"But-"Adenen tried but Elrond shook his head.

"Adenen!" the boy snapped to attention at the sound in the older elder's voice. "I am sorry but we have NO choice. We can not wait for him to heal……it will take much longer considering that his heart is quailing over the separation of him and this Tuilin you speak of." Elrond smiled sadly and looked out the tent flap to see Glorfindel sitting near a fire across the way. "We would be condemning him to death."

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Adenen frowned as he walked lightly to Glorfindel's tent. His steps plodded in his ears, and his eyes were cold and sad. He had been given the task that needed to be done.

He was the one that had to tell Glorfindel, in his hand he held a glass of what looked like water. But things are not always what they seem. Elrond had concocted a drink that would put the strange elf out for hours, giving them enough time to get a group together and leave without having to worry about him.

Adenen stopped at the tent flap and slowly put his hand down to pick it up. Reluctantly he opened the flap and walked in.

He smiled when he saw Glorfindel reading a book, or rather trying to read a book that was in the common tongue.

"Glorfindel o-of G-go-ondoli-n." he read, not even noticing that the child was there.

"What are you reading?" The elf jumped in his skin and then turned around.

"N-no Sc-are." he said breathlessly.

"Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you about something." Adenen smiled and walked towards Glorfindel. "Thirsty?" he extended the glass of water.

Although he was not, he took the glass and began to drink the water. Elrond had told him that it was always good to drink water, even if you were not entirely thirsty.

He gulped it all down. "Hannad Adenen." he smiled and handed the glass back to the boy.

"Your welcome Glor." Adenen set the glass on the ground and sat down next to Glorfindel. He smiled as the fire next to them roared in the pit, casting light off their faces and off the tent. "Glor, I wanted to tell you something, me and Elrond have come to a decision." At this the older elf rose his fair head and the elfling watched as golden locks cascaded over his shoulder and hit his back.

"Lord Elrond is going to gather a group of soldiers and-" even as he spoke Adenen could see Glorfindel's lids drooping and a weary look growing on his face. "We have decided that we are going to defeat Sarock." Glorfindel smiled and yawned. Adenen grabbed a pillow and laid it on the ground for him and he laid his head down on it, still smiling peacefully.

"But we think you should stay here." The reaction was quite unexpected. The golden haired elf did nothing, he merely nodded and let his eyes close halfway and glaze over in sleep.

"Peaceful dreams Glor." he whispered as he layed a blanket over the elf's prone form. He then quietly left the tent and ran off to tell Lord Elrond.

TBC~

Firniswin- Hey 'all. Hope you liked it. I thought Glorfie was kinda cute…..he has such a child like innocence. J But anyway PLEASE R&R. J