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Chapter 8

Silent Prayers, Fear Spoken Aloud, and Genealogies Better Left Forgotten

Glorfindel's worry heightened as seconds turned to minutes, and Vasa did not return.

Another howl echoed across the sky and the elf, actually, jumped visibly. His confined muscles trembled as he ached to fight the oncoming attack. But alas, he would not be able to get free without the keys, no matter what he had killed, he could not break steel chains.

A few of the men sat up at the howl, but gradually layed back down and fell to sleep.

"Eru, please! Break me free!" he cried softly, careful not to wake the men; he did not want to wake Saroniel, for Vasa's sake.

A feeling of thought swept over the elf as he wondered how Saroniel's wife had died.

He pondered on this a few more minutes before gradually turning his thoughts back to the small girl and her quest for the keys to his freedom.

He let his eyes wander up to the sky, it was becoming a bit lighter each second, but this did not lighten his heart. He prayed a silent prayer.

"Please Mandos, I know how much you hate me. And I am sorry, but do not take it out on Vasa; she is only a small girl! Please, oh please! Take me instead! You can chain me to the chair in your halls if you like so I won't escape again! Just please! Don't punish the girl!"

The clouds began to loom overhead and Glorfindel felt that he might go absolutely out of his already frightened, and weary, mind.

A few tiring seconds later, as if in answer to his prayer, the soft jingling of keys came to his perfect ears and the Vanya looked up, joy edging into his heart and making it pound so he was sure almost everyone could hear the organ.

"Glorfy!" he shuddered, that definitely brought back too many memories, but whatever made her happy.

"Glorfy!" he voice hissed through the night. "I got the keys! And I don't think Daddy heard me!" It was easy to hear the delight in the child's sweet voice.

Kneeling beside him, she began to shift through the keys, looking quickly for the correct one.

A sharp howl rang through the night; Glorfindel was sure the trees shivered. That was all they needed, wargs!

Vasa stiffened and looked into his eyes.

"Wolves?" she asked him, obviously knowing much about elves for she was trusting his ears.

"Worse." he whispered, turning his eyes to the keys in her hands which made her hasten her efforts.

"Wargs. And they are hungry. They are always hungry." he informed letting his head fall back as she tried to fit various keys into the old locks.

He could feel her tremble and smiled at her reassuringly. "I will let no harm befall you or your father Vasa, I have killed far bigger beasts than an evil wolf."

She shook her small head, her beautiful bronze hair swinging in the light breeze, tears trailed down her cheeks and she hastily wiped them away, once more ashamed the she had cried in front such a great being. "I am not afraid of the wolves. I fear that daddy will be angry. He is not so fun when he is angry." she rubbed her wrists gently, as if hurting.

Glorfindel had seen this before, many times. Many children were abused in families, but that did not make it right.

"Does he hit you?" the elf asked, lowering his head to look into her soft blue eyes. She did not answer and Glorfindel lowered his voice, asking her more harshly then he intended.

She back away a bit, and he saw that this was going no where, softening his usually strong voice her smile sadly at her.

"Vasa? That is wrong. He has no right to beat you. You are a special little girl, you are helping more than you know, my dear."

She nodded, hearing the softness return to him, she edged forward and began to sift through the keys once more. This time, she found the one and smiling, she brought it up to the elf's hands.

She unlocked all the shackles and the collar and looked in awe when the elf rose up. She could now see his full height.

He was at least seven feet tall, this was truly an that had lived many days of glory. She sighed as she looked upon his fair, yet powerful form.

"Shhh.." he whispered gently and knelt down, he opened his arms. Obviously feeling safe, she climbed into his safe grasp. She smiled and hugged him.

"Hannon le mellon nin." he whispered, hugging her tight.

She shook her head, but did not care that she did not understand his words. Smiling she kissed his cheek and he rubbed her hair.

"Oh, such a touching reunion."

The blonde elf's head shot up and he found the most steely pair of eyes he had ever seen, and they only belonged to one.

The darker haired elf aimed his bow straight for the elf's throat; his knew Glorfindel would not try and escape in front of this mortal child. Not when she would see so much.

"You know, master Vanya, you should not let your guard down so much. It hurts your reputation." an evil smirk decorated the confused elf's fair face. "Come Niece, get away from the elf. You know father has told you not to get too close."

Glorfindel was struck dumb with confusion. 'Niece?'

Harlome smiled sweetly and looked at the dumbfounded elf. "Oh, did I not mention it. We are related. Though VERY distantly. Though I am not so proud of the way it happened, but let us speak of more pleasant things."

"Pleasant?! None of this is pleasant snake!"

Harlome clucked softly and looked pleadingly at the child. "Dear child. Would you like to stand near someone who speaks so violently?"

Vasa only glared, she knew Glorfindel's heart. She was not about to trust her uncle, no matter how much longer she had known him.

"Yes. I love Glorfie! He is my friend!" she grabbed the elf's pale hand and hugged it to her.

"What's goin' on here?!"

A harsh voice erupted from the crowd and Glorfindel felt his skin shiver. 'Oh Eru no!' he had not meant for this to happen.

Harlome answered, without turning his eyes away from the Vanya warrior. "Master Glorfindel has escaped again, he had a bit of help."

Saroniel pushed his way through the twenty men that surrounded the golden haired elf and the young girl.

"Oh Vasadona?!" he knew instantly who it was, he knew his daughters heart. But he would not let this go unpunished. "What have you done now, you little flea?!"

"What is right!" she shot back, Glorfindel felt her form tremble with fright; he remained tall beside her, his face holding no emotion, only hatred for those before him. "You corrupted uncle! You will not take me!" she yelled, anger in her voice.

In his mind, Glorfindel heard the harsh pounding of warg paws in his ears and her could practically feel their fowl breath. His form shook as the evil smells and sounds assaulted it.

"Listen!" he shouted at the feuding family members. "Wargs are coming! I can hear them, can you not Harlome?!"

The darker elf dropped his bow slowly and nodded, "Aye, I can, I meant to tell Saroniel, but this came first!" he re-aimed the shaft for the golden elf's heart.

The man took a step forward and placed a hand upon his uncle's shoulder, annoyance entering his voice. "You did not tell me?!"

Harlome dropped his bow and put the arrow away, yanking himself from his nephew's grasp.

"Do not touch me?! I care not if we are related, you hold no special place in my heart, and neither does your pathetic excuse for a daughter! I will tell YOU when I desire to tell you of impending danger!"

A murmur of scared comments and flittered about the soldiers, the family continued to argue and Vasa clung harder to Glorfindel. Tears escaping her eyes and flowing down her cheeks.

Feeling her sobs, Glorfindel knelt down and wrapped an arm about her, pulling her closer to himself. "Shhhh. It's alright. You'll be alright."

The child looked up at him, her deep blue eyes shifting uncertainly. "I hear them." she whispered, the blonde elf knew what she spoke of and he pulled her up into his strong embrace.

"Hush child. Rest Fear not."

So don't run,

Don't hide,

It will be alright,

Trust me,

I'll be there watching over you!

- Phil Collins

Her head leaned against his chest and she fell asleep to his soft humming.

The howl's came closer and Glorfindel knew that there would be no way out of this.

Here he was, standing alone, no weapon, and he was holding Tuilin's great great great great-granddaughter in his arms. He bronze hair wafting in the soft breeze and the moon shining in the hair.

He did not know the whole story, but he could guess some. He could easily guess what had happened and why Tuilin was always so respectful towards Sarock.

He hugged the sleeping girl in his arms.

"I will never let you go my little one." he whispered to the child as he heard the growl from not far off. "My little Vasa." in Glorfindel's mind, Vasa seemed to be his own child, and Tuilin was his too, he felt soft tears glaze his cheeks and he kissed Vasa upon the forehead, quickly looking for a place where the child would be safe.

The men were arguing too much to notice as he put the young girl in the crook of a tree branch, she groped for something warm to hold as he let go and this made him feel even more the role of the protective parent

Slowly, he pulled his shirt off and draped it over her small form. "May this keep you warm." he whispered as he back away, she calmed and fell back into a deep sleep where her dreams comforted her.

As if on cue, as he backed away, a giant warg leapt through the bushes and growled angrily, snapping it's fangs around a man's surprised body.

The man screamed and writhed as the warg's fangs dug into his soft flesh; his sword, which he had drawn from his sheath, discarded.

"And so it begins-" he whispered, bending down and grabbing up the forgotten sword, it was no elven weapon, but this was his life he was fighting for. He would not willingly leave Vasadona alone.

As cries of horror and yelps of wargs rang out, Glorfindel brought his sword up through one of the beast's bodies, it gave a yelp and collapsed to the ground.

Three more strutted forward, their tiny, black eyes glinting in the soft moonlight.

~_~

The power to be strong,

And the Wisdom to be wise,

All these things will come to you in time,

On this journey that your taking,

There'll be answers that you'll seek,

And it's you who'll climb the mountain,

It's you who'll reach the peek!

- Phil Collins

Elrond lightly touched the injured appendage to make sure it was healed enough to travel, and with a nod he smiled.

"Take it easy, Aragorn." he said softly, taking his son and hugging him tightly till the young man gasped for breath.

"I will father... I will. I promise!"

Elladan and Elrohir looked soberly at the young man, they felt as if they were loosing there little brother.

Arwen stood a ways behind, watching as he began to mount his horse, he turned his silvery eyes to hers and smiled a smile of sincerity and from that moment, she felt something in her heart.

Estel bowed his head lightly and closed his eyes, she almost wanted to scream at him to open them again. She was not sure why.

"Farewell Lady Arwen. I hope we shall meet again."

She swallowed around the lump in her throat, and nodded softly. "I assure you we will, gwador nin."

Elrond placed a shoulder around her, mistaking her sadness for fear; fear for her brother.

"No fear, Arwen, he always comes back." he whispered as Aragorn sat high atop his horse, awaiting any last words his family might tell him of.

"Just be safe, Estel-" Elladan said, seeing that his brother need make haste.

"And keep your eyes to the sky. Follow your wisdom and your heart." Elrohir finished, smiling when his twin hit him over the head playfully.

Readjusting on the horse and tightening his legs around the animal's ribs, he smiled.

"Goodbye my family." He whispered.

Without another word between them, his horse leapt forward, rearing lightly and taking off up the valley. Arwen let the tears trail down as she watched his form lessen in the morning sun.

'May Eru keep your path safe, my Estel.' she thought as she slipped from her father and began to make her way slowly back to the house.

Shouts behind her withdrew her attention and she turned to see Elladan grasping tight onto Elrond as his legs gave way; a shaky hand reaching up to touch his temple.

"ARWEN!" she ran forward, her dress lifting lightly in the breeze. "Something is wrong? Go get Erestor! Hurry!"

Nodding, Arwen turned and ran for the house; Elladan and Elrohir slowly carried their, now unconscious, father towards the house.

~_~

Lights flashed and the crude laughing of men flooded his senses.

He saw Glorfindel, he was lying upon the ground, his shirt gone and his eyes closed, his face locked in a grimace of pain.

In another of the sickening visions, he watched as Estel rode his horse up another valley.

The vision blackened and he could hear the clashing of swords and a cry and then a grunt of pain; he knew the sounds all to well. He knew!

"Estel!" he gasped as he heard Elladan and Elrohir's voices.

"ARWEN!" they sounded worried, very worried. "Something is wrong? Go get Erestor! Hurry!"

Then all went black once more.

TBC~

So that was, hopefully, longer, since you all seem to want longer chapters! AIYAIYAI!

Well actually I do not mind. I like the death threats, especially the really creative ones. :) They are fun to read!

So! Here is the minor elvish used in this. I did not use much and you all probably know the basic ones.

Elvish~

Eru- God (Ruler over all, the almighty)

Gwador- brother

So now, let's get to the reviews! YAY!

Thank you for telling me Raven! I truly did not know that, which I do now, so I will try and correct my mistake. And I am glad you liked it, and yes, he is getting attached to her, and this chapter showed why. Even though he did not know that her and Tuilin were related, it was kinda like the movie: "Return to Me". And I hope that her being related to Tuilin was possible and I hope I got all the family sort of name things right. I was never good with that. Whenever we see family of my mom or dad, I have to ask. "Now how are we related again?" it is really sad! Anyway, I do not blame you for absolutely adoring Vasa. I do too! I always loved little girls, but the other reason he fell for Vasa is because she plays the sort of Adenen here. She is there when he is struggling. You get it? Anyway, Thanks again for reviewing, I hope this chapter had no absolutely critical problems. :)

I tried Tigress. Hope this was longer! :) And thanks, I will do my best!!!!

Oh no Someone Reading! He is not the type of guy to just wait around for help, although being against like fifty men plus a absolutely psycho elf, he might need a bit of help in the end, and the fact that Saroniel is even more of a lunatic that he at first seemed does not help. So basically, he is the only sane one there. Even Vasa has her little mood swings. (She inherited those from her father. :) ) And yes, Glorfindel is definitely a charmer, he charmed me the first time I read about him. And I am so glad you like this! I am HAPPY to be sharing it, as long as you all review!:)

Thanks all you guys for reviewing!!!!!!!

And I also wanted to say, that I lied about the next story after "Don't Forget". I decided to wait till this fic is over, then start posting that. It is way hard to do two stories at a time! So, I hope you do not mind, this story has maybe, oh, about less than ten chapters left. I am not exactly sure, but I would like a longer story. So we'll se how it all works out! :)

I can not remember what else to say. *shrugs* Well hope you all liked this! :) R&R please!! Please no flames!!!!!!!!!!!

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