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A/N: Hey there folks! I would like to give a special thank you to Estel-Elf-Lover for being my 100th reviewer! I can not tell you how shocked and amazed I am in regard to the reviews that I have been given. I never in my wildest dreams expected to get over 100 reviews! Thank you all so much! Also, many many thanks to my wonderful beta enb2004 who has two wonderful Harry Potter stories that you have to read! Also, please forgive me for the unusually slow updates. I'm afraid that my beta is very sick at camp and has been in quartine up until now. She also had NO time off. So please forgive me and her for that. Trust me, she didn't plan to get sick. Don't worry, more will be up soon. As promised, here is Chapter Nineteen. Enjoy and thank you all so much again!

To say that Haldir was mad, would be the understatement of the century. No, he wasn't mad. He was absolutely furious!

Haldir growled to himself as he pushed his horse, and the two behind him, at a faster pace. His face showed his anger openly.

Though normally somewhat stern and formal, Haldir had an underlying sense of humor that usually just lurked beneath the surface, ready to pop up at any given moment. Now however, his face was grim with no trace of humor in it, and his blue eyes flashed furiously in obvious anger.

"How DARE that TRAITOR harm the son of Lord Elrond of Imladris and the grandson of the Lord and Lady of the Lothlorien! It matters not that Estel is edain! I wish I had done more damage when I had the chance," he thought to himself angrily while he gleefully imagined all the damage that would soon be inflicted upon the traitor.

So involved was Haldir in his fantasy of helping to rip Gorothdil to pieces, he nearly missed the hunting party's camp. He only even noticed the camp because his horse started to slow, despite his instructions to the contrary.

When his horse had started to slow and then stop, Haldir was jerked away from his fantasy and back into reality and realized that he was in the camp.

"My apologies mellon nin. Forgive me, I was lost in thought," Haldir told his horse apologetically. His horse whinnied and nuzzled Haldir's ear fondly in acceptance of the apology.

Haldir smiled and turned his attention back to the camp. His arrival had been noticed but not thought much of. Apparently, they had expected Haldir to come along with the party after making sure that the wounded were being attended to.

Seeing Erestor sitting by the fire, Haldir walked over. Erestor saw him coming, and motioned him to come over with a smile.

"Haldir, I had wondered when you would be joining us, but you did miss all the fun. The orcs have been slaughtered," Erestor said happily.

When Haldir did not react to that statement, Erestor took a better look at Haldir and noticed, for the first time, the grim expression and the flashing blue eyes.

"Haldir, what is it? What has happened?" Erestor said worriedly.

Haldir looked at him grimly. "Where are Glorfindel, Elladan, and Elrohir? I do not wish to repeat this three separate times," he said angrily.

Erestor was taken aback by the anger in Haldir's voice, but realized that it was not directed at him, but at whatever had Haldir looking so grim.

"I believe that they are sleeping. I'll go and wake them and bring them back here," Erestor said softly.

Haldir nodded and watched silently as Erestor hurried over to the sleeping area, and woke Glorfindel and the twins, and ushered them over to where Haldir was.

"Haldir? What are you doing here? I thought that grandmother told you to stay put in Imladris," Elladan asked, while trying to conceal a yawn.

"She did," Haldir said simply.

"Then forgive me, but why are you here?" Glorfindel asked curiously.

"I was sent here, by Lord Celeborn and Mithrandir. You are all needed back in Imladris as soon as possible," Haldir said tiredly, anticipating the questions that were to come. He did not look forward to answering them.

"Why? What has happened?" Glorfindel asked, somewhat concerned.

"It tis Estel. I'm afraid that he has been attacked by the traitor and was stabbed rather ferociously in the arm," Haldir said, glossing over the death threats that Gorothdil had said, in order to somewhat ease his friends reactions.

At Haldir's news, all four of the elves paled and started talking at once.

"How badly is he hurt?", "Did you catch the traitor?", "Who is the traitor?", "Is Estel going to be all right?", "Wait until I get my hands on the traitor," many different voices said and asked, all overlapping the other.

"Peace, peace mellon nins! I will answer your questions as best as I am able but we must make haste for Imladris. Estel will undoubtedly want you to be there when he regains consciousness," Haldir said, trying to stop the overflowing babble that was being directed his way.

The others nodded and immediately went to stand up in order to depart, but Haldir motioned them to sit back down. He was not through.

Haldir took a deep breathe. Before they left, they had to know who the traitor was. He could not in good conscience let them walk into Imladris unaware of whom the traitor was.

"Wait, there is more I have to tell you," Haldir said softly.

The others nodded, seeing Haldir's very serious expression.

"I know who the traitor is. He was going to kill Estel, but I was able to stop him, thank the Valar. He is currently within Mithrandir's custody. Before you ask, I will tell you who he is. I warn you know, that it will come as a shock to you, I know it did to me as well as Lord Elrond," Haldir said, looking directly at Glorfindel, knowing that this would hurt him the most.

Glorfindel noticed the look that Haldir was giving him, and suddenly knew, that this was not going to be pleasant, not at all. Apparently, he knew who the traitor was, and most likely, personally.

"Tell us Haldir, we must know," Erestor said, also seeing the look that Haldir had given Glorfindel.

Haldir nodded and looked directly at the four very worried elves.

"It twas Gorothdil Glorfindel. I am so sorry mellon nin," Haldir said, bowing his head down in apology of this unexpected news.

All four were suddenly very silent, with various expressions of fury and hatred running across their faces. Unsurprisingly, it was Glorfindel who broke that silence.

"WHAT! When I get my hands on that traitor! I trusted him! He is going to wish that he had never been born by the time I am through with him!" Glorfindel roared.

"I know mellon nin, I know. We all wish to have our revenge upon that traitor, and we shall. But first, we must make our way back to Imladris. Estel is far more important right now than that traitor anyway," Haldir said wisely.

The others nodded, but Haldir could see that they were aching to do permanent bodily harm to Gorothdil, as himself was. They were only going to restrain themselves, because Estel needed them.

"Come, I brought two horses for you Elladan and Elrohir," Haldir said softly.

Glorfindel and Erestor hurried to get their own horses, while Haldir and the twins mounted theirs. Soon, all five of them were making their way back to Imladris with all haste.

Estel needed them, and by the Valar, they would be there for him. Nothing short of a Balrog could stop them, if that.

It was nearing midnight and nearly everybody was asleep within Imladris. The two exceptions to this were Mithrandir and Lord Elrond, who were watching over their charges, one with disgust, and one with worry.

Mithrandir glared at the sleeping Gorothdil. The traitor did not deserve to sleep. Not after nearly killing Estel and sending the entire household into a panic. He had questioned the traitor and was relieved to find that Gorothdil had no idea as to whom Estel truly was. He had only acted out of hate for the race of men but also, more disturbingly, his master had bided him to kill Estel.

This unknown master disturbed Gandalf. Someone, who was working for Sauron, knew that Estel was living among the elves. They would be a fool not to suspect something. Gandalf could only hope that they were indeed a fool and did not make the connection that Estel had been brought to Imladris at the same time as Arathorn, Gilrean, and supposedly, their son had been killed.

Gandalf glared once again at Gorothdil. He did not envy the fate that was Gorothdil's. Once Estel was healed, there would be nothing to hold Elrond, his children, his in-laws, and advisors back. Estel was precious to them all. Oh yes, Gorothdil would rue the day he turned his back on Imladris and Lothlorien.

Elrond watched his little Estel with rapt attention. His son had yet to regain consciousness since his arm had been tended to. He was not surprised by this, as Estel was very young and not used to that caliber of pain, but he could not help but worry.

Arwen, Galadrial, and Celeborn had fallen asleep long ago, with some help from a tea that Elrond had prepared for them. They would not thank him for it later, but they needed the rest, as did he, but he could not rest while Estel was injured.

Elrond gently squeezed Estel's tiny hand and held Estel's hand in his and laid his head upon the side of the bed for a moment.

Despite his wishes to stay awake, Elrond's eyes glazed over in sleep the moment he put his head upon Estel's bed, his mind finally giving into his body's demands for rest.

Translations:
Edain: Mortal/human
Ada: Dad/Daddy
Mellon nin: My friend
Mellon nins: My friends