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Chapter Three

Explanations and Embarrassment Beyond Words

"Who is 'her'?" Glorfindel asked, about to walk forward.

Harlome re-steadied his bow and gave a warning glare then spoke his mind. "My, for a Vanya and a very old, and supposedly, wise elf you sure act stupid?"

Not moving at the remark, Glorfindel only glared at the younger elf.

"I do not understand how I am supposed to know who I murdered when I have never murdered anyone-" he turned to glare at the men around them, and smiled when this alone seemed to frighten them. "except maybe a few daft men. And some orcs and wargs if you all must know."

The leader pushed his way through his men and walked towards the blonde elf, placing a look on the dark elf to make sure he would not aim at him.

"Excuse me? Daft men, eh?" he took a handful of the golden blonde hair and pulled the balrog-slayer down so her could look into the bright blue, angry, eyes. "I don't think you're in any position to be callin' names master elf?"

"I'll call you what I like, Minasion." the elf hissed through clenched, white teeth.

"Translation Harlome?!"

The dark elf looked to Glorfindel and grinned wickedly. "He called you a 'weeping babe', sir."

"No! I named him that." the Vanya grinned madly back, but was not ready when the leader of the men brought his fist beneath the taller being's chin, sending him to the ground.

'He may not be tall, but he can pack a punch.' the blonde elf through as he starred at the man.

"Now! if you are ready to listen, ELF! I will gladly tell you why I have singled you out and taken you my prisoner."

"I know who you are, it is easy to see in your eyes and all I would like to know is who the other elf, Harlome, is?" Glorfindel said with a hint of arrogance, he had known since the man had punched him who he was.

This was no rabble of stupid and pathetic fools, this was Sarock's great, great, great grandson and some of his other followers great grandsons.

"I, am Harlome-"

"I know that! Have I not made that clear enough, I wish to know why you would forfeit your own kin?"

Harlome lowered his bow and took a slow step forward.

"I, Master Vanya, do not stoop that low. I betray you because of your murderous ways. You killed my sister, Tuilin!"

That name, it hit him like a load of hard, and unkind bricks and concrete. 'And maybe a tree stump or two.' he added while looking away. He could not believe what he had just heard.

'I, kill my dear Tuilin?! Preposterous?!"

He stood back up, his form rising above that of the smaller, and lesser, dark elf.

"I have no idea what you speak of, traitor-" the blonde spat the words. "I have never killed one so fair, the only thing I have ever done is love her more than any other could on this earth."

Harlome looked speechless, two guards ran forward and began to tie Glorfindel, hands first, then his feet; he made no attempt to escape. He knew well that any attempt at freedom and there would be an arrow through his already painfully broken arm.

He hissed as they tied his broken arm also, he knew they would never allow him to keep it free.. What did it matter now anyway, all he could think of was Tuilin and her beautiful smile. The feeling of horror as he held her body while it turned chill and her spirit fled.

A silver tear slipped down his pale cheek and he crumpled to the ground, agony sweeping over him, and he himself lost in a horrible night mare of memories; things that he had thought long forgotten.

"Tuilin, why did you leave me?" he whispered, all thoughts of this place long gone and now only times long ago fresh in his mind. Feelings of pain and fear and the feeling of himself holding the dying elf-maid as her breathing hitched.

Can't keep my heart from breaking,

Can't keep my mind from thinking,

You're not here,

I need you here!

Don't close your eyes,

Don't say goodbye,

Don't let the tears fall from your eyes,

I can't help but think about you night and day.

-Mark Shultz

Elrond's voice rang inside his head and so did dear little Adenen's.

"We can do nothing more for her, I am sorry Glorfindel. I am so sorry."

The pain was to much, he let his body lean to the side so he fell onto the dirt and just lay, as if watching it replay all over again.

The men tied a rope around his neck, loose enough so he could breathe, then tied it around the trunk of a tree.

"There!" one huffed as he tested the knot. "He won't be gettin' 'way now!"

Harlome strapped his bow back and put the arrow in his quiver, he smiled sympathetically at the blonde elf who lay on the ground, seemingly in a trance.

"You need not lie blonde one. I know what you have done, and although I would much like the honor, I will not get your head. You belong to Sarolien, and for that I am sorry."

With those last words, the dark elf turned and made his way from Glorfindel.

The golden haired elf was pained, he had not thought this much of his beloved in years, and now he could not stop. It made him feel weak and helpless. He hugged himself as best he could with bound hands and watched emotionlessly as the men started to build camp.

"I am sorry Tuilin." was his last whisper before his mind was enveloped in darkness.

~_~

Alede groaned as she drifted towards the light that seemed to float above her.

'SO bright!' she almost had to shield her eyes as the light from above cut through her already aching mind.

"Oh Eru!" she moaned, and was surprised to hear hurried footsteps coming towards her. "Last time I felt this way was at the yen celebrated at Legolas's!"

"Shhhh. Easy Linwen, just rest." she heard a soft voice and a cool thing being wiped on her brow.

"Stupid elf dared me to have that drinkin' contest with him!"

"It's alright. Just rest."

None of her gear was on any longer and she was now in a soft silky gown.

'Wonderful.' she moaned outwardly. "I hate fancy stuff!" she heard a chuckle and wondered if she had really said that out loud.

"I know dear. But your other clothes were not helping and I wanted to make you more comfortable."

She grunted in affirmation, but then opened her eyes quickly and looked to see Adenen at her side, his sienna hair glistening in the soft candlelight

"Did you change my clothes?!" she asked, very worried by now that a man had changed her garb, She absolutely hated it when men did it, even men like Elrond, who was after all the best healer in the area.

Adenen smiled and shook his head. "No. I had another woman come in. I left for the moment, Fear not. No man has set eyes on you while unclothed."

She smiled, "Thank you mellon nin."

":No problem, but rest, your headache will get better."

She squinted slightly and then closed her ocean-blue eyes.

"Where is everyone?" she asked with her eyes closed, a slight slur to her words.

Adenen grinned and placed the rag in a bowl of cool water. "At Estel's party."

"Oh, I have missed it have I?"

"Aye, you have lady Linwen. Fear not though. There will be many more parties." The sienna haired elf replied, then smiled and went to grab a glass of water from the table. "You know, this is the year Lord Elrond told Estel of his heritage."

"Did he already?"

"Yes. He told him a few hours ago I imagine. And is now probably revealing him to the other elves, though they are told to keep it a secret and never reveal it, not even under pain of death. They must hold to their secrecy."

Alede nodded, then decided that this was not a fun action because her head began to ache and her vision blurred.

"Oh Eru! My head!"

Adenen laughed and placed a hand upon her head.

A warm sensation crept through and took away the ache, she sighed and closed her eyes, relishing in the beautiful feeling.

"No shaking your head, alright?" she refrained from nodding and this time just answered softly.

"Alright."

"Now, I am going downstairs to see if I can scrounge up some food, knowing the twins are there, probably nothing left."

Linwen chuckled softly. "Thank you Adenen," she smiled. "You are truly a wonder."

Blushing slightly Adenen bowed his head. "Anything for you Lady Alede."

"Where is Legolas?" she asked just before he left the room.

Sighing softly, he turned to her, a grimace upon his face.

"Bathing, I imagine."

She frowned, obviously not understanding why on earth the prince was not with all his friends at the party or with her at least. But he was rather taking a bath, that was not like Legolas.

"Why?" she opened her eyes to look at him.

Adenen turned his head back and she could see the embarrassment in his eyes.

"I would want a bath too if I had been vomited upon."

She instantly blushed a deep crimson, her eyes looking as astonished as she truly was.

"I didn't-?" she asked, disbelief coating her voice.

Seeing her worry and fear, the sienna haired elf came forward and wrapped an arm around her, hugging her gently. "You can not control your body mistress Alede, neither I nor prince Legolas blame you. And neither does any other man or woman in this fair house. Rest now! You are going to worry yourself more than need be."

Quietly, the healer-in-training took his leave closing the oak door behind him.

He was not long down the hall when he heard a frustrated scream from Linwen's room, smiling and shaking his head he continued his path down towards the dining hall where he could easily hear the sound of joy and laughing.

All the while he pondered on where his adoptive father might be.

~_~

Dawn approached on the horizon and the last of the moon strayed away, fresh morning dew glistened in the glade and played off the blonde elf's golden hair.

The men had not seen him waken yet and it seemed to confuse his 'keepers'.

"Harlome?"

"Yes, Sarolien." the silver haired elf jumped from a tree and landed with the ease of a cat.

"When do you think he will wake up?"

Shaking his head the elf grinned. "Master human, this shows how slow your kind's reflexes and realizations are." the silver haired being chuckled. "He is awake."

"How do you know?"

Harlome sighed and walked slowly over to Glorfindel, his eyes glimmering with barely suppressed mirth. "It was all an act, was it not master Vanya?"

Smiling softly, he waited until Harlome turned his head, and when he did it was a mistake.

Leaping up, the balrog-slayer slinked from his bonds and grinned menacingly only to be replaced by a frown when his arm caught upon the rope.

In anger and pain he brought his uninjured elbow back into one of the younger men's stomachs. The boy, though trained somewhat, was surprised by the pain and let go of his sword. This was another mistake. Pulling his neck from the rope he bent down and gripped the beautiful blade in his hand.

"I may have been acting some of it, but I truly do have feelings for her! And I DID NOT murder her! And he knows it!" the enraged elf pointed to Sarolien. "You snake!"

"Tsk. Tsk. Must you be so blunt Glorfindel." Sarolien grasped his own sword and brought it out to face the blonde elf. "Will you come willingly? Or will you make this difficult?"

"You are the one making this harder than it needs to be!" giving a cry of anger, Glorfindel rushed forward, eyes ablaze.

The two blades clashed and the sound of grunts and groans erupted in the middle of the glen as the two fearsome warrior battled it out. The moment the battle began, Sarolien noted how much of a mistake he had made.

This elf was bigger, stronger, and apparently, smarter than his relative had let on. Much, much smarter.

Harlome watched with fascination as Glorfindel turned to deflect Sarolien's blade, then with the cunning of a lion and the swiftness of a cheetah, he brought his blade under and cut a fine line in the man's forearm.

The Vanya panted as the pain in his broken arm spread, but he did not stop, he turned about to deliver the killing blow as the man stood hunched trying to staunch the blood that dripped heavily from his wound.

Glorfindel stood, sword raised over his foe, nothing was stopping him. Yet, he could not kill Sarolien.

Lowering his blade, he sighed and rested against a tree, letting himself slide down the trunk he panted.

The man looked up from the blood upon the ground and watched the elf lower his blade and slide down the trunk of the tree.

"Why? Why didn't you kill me?" he asked as one of his men ran forward and began to tie a bandage round his arm.

Sighing heavily the blonde elf ground out the answer between his teeth. "Because I am not a killer, I do not find joy in destroying the lives of others. I would much rather help others than kill them." he looked straight at Sarolien now, his eyes burning with fire. "I am not a hungry animal as you or your ancestor have made me out to be, nor am I a clumsy stupid troll. I have fought in more battles than you know, I have protected great cities and even ruled over one. I have healed many and taught my lords children; and believe me, that is a difficult task itself, for they are all stubborn and think my lessons boring." grunting, Glorfindel rose to his feet slowly, standing over the man now, his deep blue, intelligent eyes boring into the man. "I have loved one beautiful and amazing woman and loved another little boy as I would my own son. You can not call me a barbarian Sarolien. You have no right for you have not lived long enough. Just to show you what honor I hold, I decided not to end your life."

Overtaken by surprise, the man stayed in the same position just staring.

Harlome was the first to break the silence. "We should be going sir, the Vanya's friends will be searching for him soon?"

Sarolien nodded dumbstruck and stood to his feet, his face was slightly pale and his eyes glassy with disbelief.

Harlome took charge of the situation since the leader of the troop seemed obviously unable to lead his own men.

"Break camp now! We leave in one hour. Those who are not ready will be punished!" All took the elf's words and began to pack up the tents and weapons, the mats and pots were also picked up and packed upon the horses backs.

Turning to Glorfindel, Harlome looked him over. "You are a good actor, but you did not fool me. I know you killed Tuilin and I will always remember it, I will always remember the sound of her cries that rang in my heart and her last feelings. I will live on even if my twin is deceased. Her life will not go forgotten."

Stalking towards Glorfindel once more, Harlome grasped his torn, blue tunic and ripped the top of the right corner of his tunic away to reveal what he had been looking for.

"I knew it." he whispered as he gazed at the brand that sat alone on the elf's right shoulder. A bold 'S' with a pale horse beneath. The skin was raised and slightly red in areas, it still seemed to pain the Vanya, he did not look at it and he cringed when Harlome traced his finger on the 'S'.

Looking into the blonde elf's deep eyes he frowned and Glorfindel could easily see the rage hidden there. "You are scum!" he shouted in elvish. "I knew you were not the Glorfindel I had been taught of, he would never kill another elf. You lie of your name and your heritage."

"I did not. I know not what Glorfindel you were taught of, but I know one thing and nothing you do or say will make me change my mind. I pledged something to Mandos! I pledged that I would protect all on this earth. Not kill them, and so far I have done my best to protect and save them from evil men and elves, and that is what I plan to do until the end of my days."

Harlome brought his knee up and caught it on the Vanya's chin sending his head into the trunk and instantly bringing darkness on him.

"Goodnight Master Vanya. May your dreams be haunted by your guilt." he grinned and pulled the blade away from the elf.

"Tie him up!" the men went to tie the unconscious elf but where stopped by Harlome. "Use these!" the dark elf kicked two pairs of shackles and collar and a chain lead. "Let's see 'Glorfindel the Great' escape this time?" a mirthless laugh came from his lips and walked out into the fog away from the pained elf and his horror ridden dreams.

TBC~

Tsk.Tsk.Tsk.

Poor Glorfie is gonna have lotsa' problems. Do you hate Harlome now? If you were wondering about Harlome and Tuilin and how closely related they were I will tell you:

They are (or were) twins. Not quite identical but they share that twin mind thing-which is why Harlome heard Tuilin's last cries of pain and the last person she though of was Glorfindel and so he assumed that this elf killed his sister. Make sense? I hope so. Plus the fact that Sarolien told him that Glorfindel killed Tuilin to save his own pathetic hide.

Ok! So now to answer this reviews!!!!

Well.... I don't know if I would call them pirates grumpy. More like evil maniac men that hired an elf to do their sharp-shooting. :) If you have read "I'm Free" you would know better who they are, kind of. Of course that story is not as good as this one, I mean it is not a swell written because I was just figuring out what writing style I use and I got a few things kinda mixed up a bit. But it does the job. Please Review again!!!!!

Yes, mIzXxXmALfoY. It had to be Glorfindel, unless you want it to be Legolas again? I was just getting so worn out by Legolas always getting captured. Anyway, please R&R!!!!

Thanks for the tip Lady of Nimrodel, but I learned that they were knocked or notched. I will try to alternate between the two, but thank you so much for the tip. I appreciate it. That is so cool about you being in archery! I want to be in it. :) Anyway gotta go, please R&R!!!!! I will try and use Notched more, but if I do 'knocked' it is just because I forgot and am more used to that one. Thanks!!!

Yup she does have a pretty bad hang-over Pheonix Daughter of history. I feel bad for Legolas now though. :) I like your name it is very interesting. :) Please R&R!!!!!!!!

Thanks Anonymous!!! Another rather interesting name. :) Unique yet original. Hope that makes sense and I am VERY glad you like the story!!!! Hope you liked this chapter too!!!!! Thanks a bunch!!!!!!

Ok, so there is the chapter hop you all liked it and I will try and update soon as I can!!!!! Adios!