Authors' Note: Here is my eleventh chapter. I apologize that I did not update sooner but I was very busy with my other story, "Married to the March Warden." I thank you for your patience and also for your wonderful reviews. Thanks again! I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 11 Brawling Like Elflings

            Figwit could not believe his brown eyes, before him had broken out a full scale elven riot. The twins had tackled Haldir and were now wrestling him to the ground. The March Warden was not going down without a fight though. He kicked and threw punches aimed at the sons of Elrond. Elladan took quite a hard punch in the side of the face. He stumbled back for a minute but then regained his ground as he successfully knocked Haldir to the ground. On the other side of the glade however, Arwen had jumped on Minyoiel's back and was proceeding to pull out her silver hair with an elvish war cry. The Lorien maiden screamed and then finally managed to push the crazed elleth off her. Arwen fell to the dirt but then used her satin slippers as weapons. She kicked at Minyoiel's shins sending the other elf falling backwards and clutching her legs. The Captain's soldiers, who had also wandered into the glade with him, were now doing battle with Glorfindel, Erestor and Lindir. Glorfindel was quite a sight to behold, having had much training in the areas of combat. He turned and kicked and then sensing another elf behind him whipped around and planted his fist in the other's face. Lindir and Erestor were a little more hard pressed to keep up with their friend. Erestor, being a scholar stayed behind the blond elf and only fought when necessary. Lindir would attempt to throw a few punches, but then Glorfindel would have to come and rescue him from the other elf for his aim wasn't very true. The only elves that weren't fighting besides Figwit were the brothers of the March Warden himself. They seemed to be debating on which side to join. It all boiled down to who they feared the most, the Imladris elves who they would soon depart from, or their brother who they would have to live with for the rest of their eternal lives. They chose their brother. As one, the two elves launched themselves upon the twins and tried to drag them off the said elf. Figwit would have stayed out of the fight, had a Lorien elf not come up to him and promptly hit him on the head. The young advisor fell unconscious as the riot continued to brew all around him.

            When he finally awoke, Figwit found himself in the healers room, which for some strange reason, didn't surprise him these days. His forehead sported a single stitch will his back remained quite sore from the March Warden having knocked him to the ground. All around him in beds lay moaning elves. Most were bruised and beaten while others were bleeding. On the far side of the room sat the brave Lorien Captain, his eyes clamped shut as a healer closed a deep cut near his right eyebrow with a few stitches. The twins and Haldir's brothers were ironically sitting on beds opposite each other, all with some sort of minor injury. Erestor and Lindir did not seem to much the worse for the wear while Glorfindel remained unwounded. Poor Arwen however had a quite visible black eye but this did not seem to trouble her, in fact she still clutched a handful of Minyoiel's hair in her pale hand. Now Figwit strained his eyes to find the fair maid and let out a surprised squeak when he saw her resting in the bed next to him. There were claw marks down the sides of her cheeks and her left ankle was heavily bandaged and rested upon a feather pillow.

            "It's sprained," a healer proclaimed to his partner. "She is going to have to keep off it." The elleth moaned quietly, but it was not a moan of pain, but a moan of absolute disgust. The rest of the Lorien elves lay scattered about, many glancing around nervously at the Imaldris elves. Haldir moved slowly over to his bride to be. Figwit cowered slightly even though he knew that the March Warden wouldn't dare pick a fight with him in front of all the healers.

            "Oh, Minyoiel I am so sorry," he knelt down by her bedside and ran his fingers through her hair. She opened her eyes and smiled.

            "I've had it worse meleth nin, my ankle will get better in time," at least she wasn't complaining loudly about the pain. But now, the young advisor felt guilt tug at his heart. All he wanted was the one he loved the most to be happy. But now, she was hurt and very unhappy at the moment. It didn't occur to him that it was probably her own fault and that she did have it coming to her. He was about to lean over and apologize risking another beating by Haldir, when Lord Elrond came storming in.

            "What in the sweet name of Elbereth do you think you're doing!" he cried addressing everyone in the room. "You have all been brawling like elflings!" He turned to face his twin sons who actually whimpered and moved away from their enraged father. "You two! I thought that Erestor and Glorfindel and I had warned you not to pick a fight with them! And yet you attacked the March Warden! Shame! Shame be on you!" All of the occupants in the room had hushed, some even stopped moaning. "And you three," he turned on Glorfindel, Erestor and Lindir who seemed to be trembling slightly. "You mature, dignified councilors of mine and my own librarian. You are all hypocrites and liars! You promised to watch out for my sons and yet you instigated it! And when I asked you if any thing foul was going on him my house you lied and told me no. Shame! And after I laid my trust and faith in you." The three elves mumbled apologies but they fell upon deaf ears. He then rounded on Arwen, but surprisingly didn't yell. "Arwen I am proud of you for defending the honor of Imaldris, you fought bravely." The lady blushed and curtsied to her father.

            "Thank you Ada," Elrond nodded when she said this and then moved to face Haldir.

            "Oh, March Warden," he pointed an accusatory finger in the once brave elf's direction. "You who are here on leave. How dare you disturb the peace of my havens? The Lord and Lady of Lorien will receive a horrible report on how their soldiers behaved and conducted themselves." At this, all of the Lorien elves groaned. They did not want their Lord and Lady angry with them, the repercussions would be of a terrible nature. But now, the Lord of Imladris finally turned to face Figwit. "And you, my youngest advisor," Figwit gulped when he saw the vein pulsing on Elrond's forehead. "I wish to see you separately in my study, after you are deemed able to walk." Then after he had finished, the Lord swooped out of the room with a wave of his robes.

Meleth nin: My love

Ada: Father

Elleth: female elf