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Chapter Two

Think it Through

Glorfindel sghed readily, he had been traveling miles down through the forest, and had not seen hide nor hair of any deer, boar, or even blue jay. It was starting to get to his nerves and he was absolutely sure that all the animals had decided to leave just because it was Estel's birthday.

'Or maybe the animals took the food?' he mused as he rode forward on his horse.

He patted the animal softly on the neck to show that he was proud of it and because he wanted to reasure himself that animals were not that cruel.

A few hours ago he had left the company of the hunting party to hunt alone and he now thought it a total mistake, he was finding nothing worth him coming alone; and besides, he did not like to be alone.

He did not like memories of his first moments on Arda and was not thrilled to be alone so he could somewhat relive those moments.

His thoughts were erupted when he heard the soft rustling of autumn leaves from long ago last year and without warning, a flash of deep brown.

His blue-silver eyes focused on the large brown deer and better than anything else, it was a buck!

He urged his horse forward after the beast and smiled as it trotted forward, pulling out his bow, he knocked an arrow to the string and pulled it taught, watching for the buck.

A rustling to his right caught his attention and he dismounted his horse carefully pulling his bow with him, he pulled another arrow from the sheath and once again knocked it.

Glorfindel smiled as he moved towards the bush, but was surprised at waht he saw next.

A foot, it kicked out of the bush and whatever was inside the bush groaned softly, the one foot was bound to the other and he noticed with a start, that the bots had some elvish runes on them, but the elvish was that they used in Carasr Galadhon.

"Hold still, I will not harm you." he said in elvish, more to the kind of what Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn used.

The figure inside stopped moving, but then began to kick again and tried to get free. It began to mumble words too, but Glorfindel could not understand.

He began to dismount, but the swift twang brough his mind to worry.

His horse reared and snorted angrill, but the was short lived, the beast caught on some loose dirt and toppled backwards, Glorfindel still mounted.

Both fell back and the elf knew taht he would not live through this, but suddenly, he broked through something else, like a wall.

He cried out, as his body fell fast towards the dark ground below, inside the hole.

His horse's body flapped across the hole's opening, closing out most of the light, his horse, Asforen could not fit. For this he was grateful.

His own body raced down the long tunnel and it seemed for a moment that it would never end, but that changed as his body contacted hard with the dust ans rock below, he gave one soft cry and then was lost to the darkness.

~_~

Many things came to him at once, voices, smell, touch, and pain. Lots of pain!

He groaned softly and tried to turn over but was surprised to feel rope tied him to the ground, across his neck, torso, legs and one of his arms, the other arm hurt too bad to even move it.

"Sounds like he's wakin' up. Here's your pay elfie, you gonna stay on board, or you gonna leave?"

Another voice came to him, one that sounded slightly familiar, then it hit him, it sounded like her.

It sounded like Tuilin, but more masculin.

Glorfindel tried to get his bearings and awaken, but it was really hard, really, really hard!

"Well, he is most likely too strong for all of you put together. He is larger than any elf of today I have seen, stronger by the look of him too. I will stay aboard and help you with him."

A clapping sound and laughter, not kind laughter though.

"Welcome Master Harlome, Mothdil! Get this one something to eat! And get another somethin', sounds like the rascal's wakin' up!"

Glorfindel hissed as a booted foot connected with his, rather sore, side.

"Oh Eru, what have I done now?" he moaned lightly, opening his bright blue eyes to look into the darkest pair of brown ones he had ever seen.

"Welcome, Master elf, how do you feel?"

Glorfindel frowned, but did not reply verbally to the man before him.

"Ah! Not the talkitive type, I see, well it is nice to see that you can talk. What I read from my great, great grandfathers journal, you were quite an uncivilized brute."

The blonde elf growled and strained to free himself, but cried out at the jostling of his arm.

"Ah! So you have not changed?!" the man chuckled. "Well that is good, I was afraid you'd be much too smart by now to be trapped by me and my men. But I see that you are still stupid as my grandfather said you were."

Harlome, a dark elf that had deep silver hair walked up and frowned at the obvious leader of the group. "I would not do that if I were you." he motioned with his old silver fork to the blonde elf who was now struggling to get free, and what scarred the man was that he was sucsceeding.

Arching his powerful back, the Vanya grunted, not noticing the pain the spread quickly over his arm. He did not care either, he wanted to show these men what they were dealing with, and by Eru he would, even if they threatended to cut his throat, he would not go quietly.

The spikes began to pop from the ground one by one and the ropes were realeased from Glorfindel's body, he growled and jumped up skillfully as they fell away.

His height alone towered over each man and their eyes seemed to grow wide as he took defensive stanse.

He wopuld run, not because he was cowardly, but because it was the smarter thing to do, but the 'little' men had surrounded him.

'Paw! Little is an over statement.' he said inwardly as he held his injured arm closer to himself.

"Well! Bring him down!" the leader shouted his brows lowered in anger at the Vanya.

Harlome dropped his food to the ground and took out his bow and quickly, as well as skillfully, knocked an arrow to the string.

"You do so much as move one step, and I will send this arrow straight through that broken arm."

"Why not just kill me?!" Glorfindel snapped, he would rather die than be caused a slow painful death, or even if it did not bring death, he would still rather die than anyone or anything touch his broken arm, it would only be torture and by the way the one man looked at him, he was headed for more of it.

The dark elf sighed and tightened his grip on the bow. "Because I have my orders master Vanya, and because you alone have caused me more grief than a lifetime of death."

Letting up a bit, the golden haired elf looked at him, obviously perplexed. "What did I do to earn so much hatred from one of my own kind?"

The silver haired elf groaned and then pierced him with a glare that seemed made to kill. "You killed her."

~_~

Linwen stumbled forward, her eyes slightly blurry and her mouth ajar.

This was not her usual stanse, and that is why when she triped into the Imladris courtyard, everyone was at her side calling for help from the elf lord known as Elrond.

Estel ran out onto the steps and looked to where Elladan and Elrohir were trying to carry the half-elf in, but she was fighting it.

Her words were slurred and her mind felt foggy, as if she had had too much of Thranduil's red wine, but she never over-drank, well once, but that was purely the prince's falt.

'curse him.' she thought as her foggy mind slipped a little further.

"Estel, take her up to father. We are going to look an see what happened." the twins said softly as Elladan handed her off to Aragorn.

She tried to swat his hands away and squirmed when he held her.

"Get your r-rotten handsss off-me." she said, with a yawn and slight scream, though it was not at all loud and rather low.

"It is I Linwen, Estel." he whispered in elvish to soothe her.

She quieted instantly and whispered back to him, almost unbelieving. "Estel?"

"Aye, fear no more. You are home. No one will hurt you anymore, alright?"

She nodded softly and leaned her dark, ebony head against his chest, singing softly.

Her mumbling in his old ranger jerkin made him aware that she was speaking to him, although very softly, almost out of breath.

"Excuse me?" he questioned pulling away a bit and letting her speak as he jumped up the stairs to the guest rooms where he was sure Elrond was waiting. He did not hurry things because he was not so sure she was injured, maybe just drunk, or something of that sort. She did not feel warm and her mind just seemed fogged by a sleepy sort of innocence.

"Where is Glorfindel?" she whispered, yawning tiredly and nestling against him as he carried her lither form towards her usual guest room.

"Hunting. Why?"

Her eyes opened a little more, then closed again. "Something brought him to my mind, that's all, as if i am supposed to remember something important about him."

Aragorn entered the room and brought her to the red quilt bed. She smiled as Estel ayed her gingerly on the blanket and chuckled.

"Am I sick again?"

"No Linwen, I am the one who gets sick, remember." he was slightly worried that the half-elf thought she was going to get sick.

"Oh, that's right." she mumbled as Lord Elrond came in, he stopped to watch her a moment then hurried on toward the bed.

When he saw no blood or wounds of any sort he turned to Aragorn. "What is wrong with her?"

The young man shrugged, smiling as he felt the new ranger garb on his body.

"We don't know. She acts as though she is drunk. But Alede does not drink that much and rarely does she ever overdrink." he shrugged again, finding the look of confusion on Elrond's face interesting.

He turned back to the maiden. "Linwen?"

She sighed, but answerred sweetly. "Hmm?"

"Did you drink any wine?"

"Yes and no."

Elrond growled slightly, he hated treating drunk people, elves or men, they never gave the answer he wanted.

Linwen giggled, which was a rare accurance in and if itself. Giggling was not something she normally did, erlrond raised one thick eyebrow.

"Some men....they askeddd me to drrrink with them," she stopped, sighing tiredly. " I drank a little." she answerred with tired giddyness.

"Well. Somehow she overdrunk this time and all we can do it let her sleep it off. All I can say is she will have a mjor migrain in the morning. But she will have to miss your party Estel."

Aragorn was hardly listening, he was more concerned about what Linwen had said concerning Glorfindel.

Now the elf was late and it was worrying the young man.

"She said something about Glorfindel? Like she was supposed to remember something important?"

Elrond looked up at him, brows furrowed. "Maybe they met along the road?"

"Yes," Estel was not satisfied with that. "But why is he not back yet, the twins are with two bucks and a boar. Where is he? He should have come home far before them with twice that much?"

"You know Glor, he's always detemined." Estel looked up to see Adenen looking in, holding a bag of herbs. "Like that time he freed Tuilin and all the other maidens by slamming his arm into the door."

"Yes, and I had to repair his broken collar-bone because of it."The elf lord searched through his bad of herbs, smiling at his young elf friend.

Adenen, though older than Legolas, but younger than Elrond, had become a friend of the elf lords family and had seen him through many years, just like Glorfindel.

Elrond had taken the young elf into his home as an aprentice healer and that was what he was now.

"Adenen, could you get me that cloth and some water, cool water mind you."

The younger elf nodded, his siena hair bobbing around his rounded ears. True they had once been pointed like all elves, but now, because of the men's black hearts, he looked much like Aragorn.

He did not mind though, he could easily walk through a town of men and be thought of as just a young boy, barely in his teens, since he was a bit smaller than most elves.

Elrond deduced that it had been because of mal-nutricien when he was younger.

But he was quite healthy now and took pride in his work.

"What about Glor?"

Elrond sighed as he mixed something together. "He is fine Aragorn." Elrond helped Alede drink the concoction and smiled. "He is probably on his way home now carrying more than three bucks and two boars." the elf lord smiled and went back to his work.

TBC~

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