The Passing

Due Appointment

The sky was a pure blue and the wind had lost its winter chill.

Spring was upon Middle Earth.

All the citizens of Rivendell spent their days out of their dwelling enjoying the spring festivities. Elven maidens strolled the many gardens as elven men entertained themselves with games of archery and swordplay.

On the archery fields Elrohir, Elladan, and Glorfindel were engaging in their own tournament.

The twins had just returned from a hunting trip and the two sons of Elrond seemed in a merry mood.

Glorfindel, on the other hand, seemed to be in a world of his own.

"It is your turn Glorfindel."

The twins seemed to be smirking at each other with delight at the distracted Glorfindel. He seemed incredibly focused on whatever he was musing on.

"Glorfindel?" Elladan repeated.

"Maybe a maiden has caught the elf's eye?" Elrohir suggested.

Finally Elrohir nudged Glorfindel in the ribs, thus bringing the elf back to reality. Glorfindel gave the medalling twin an annoyed glare and rubbed his shoulder.

He then stood at his mark and began shooting his arrows at the target about half a mile away. Elladan and Elrohir continued to stare at him as if to say 'Hello! We know something is wrong. Tell us!'

Glorfindel sighed and stopped concentrating on his target. He turned his head toward the twins.

"I am troubled by the witch that is imprisoned in my chamber."

The shock in the twin's faces made Glorfindel almost crack a grin.

"There is a witch in your chamber!" Elladan turned to his brother. "We have missed much while we were gone, Elrohir." He then faced Glorfindel once again. "Tell us of this witch!"

"Mithrandir brought her from a foreign land far from here. She is supposedly an aid of Sauron and therefore is being held hostage in my chambers by the order of your father until she can be moved to Mirkwood."

"Why do you say 'supposedly'?"

Glorfindel grinned.

"The first time I laid eyes on the maid I was shocked by what I saw. She looked like a scared girl- not an evil sorceress. She did not have one shred of evil in her eyes. Secondly there seemed to be more sorrow in them than much else.

Furthermore, your father does not seem to be treating her as a prisoner. She is able to walk on the balcony and gardens below her chamber." Glorfindel grabbed another arrow to shoot.

"He has even given her dresses."

Elrohir and Elladan looked at each other in confusion.

"That is very odd." Elladan finally said.

Glorfindel's face became more somber.

"I fear that if she is indeed a witch, she may have already poisoned your father's mind."

The twins were immediately alarmed by this new development of there father ensnared in a witches spell.

"What shall we do?" Elrohir asked.

"I have already questioned your father on his kindness toward the witch."

Elrohir and Elladan became impatient.

"And . . ." Elladan asked annoyed.

"I have a plan." Glorfindel raised his bow again. "I talked to your father, but he was no help. This gives me no choice but to take measures into my own hands."

"What are we to do?" Asked Elladan.

"I will take care of it. You two just need to be near your father. Maybe that will help."

Elladan and Elrohir looked to each other and nodded.

"We will be with Ada, then." The twins started to gather there weapons for the walk back to the palace. "Mara mesta, Glorfindel!"

"Namarie meldor!"

'I hope all goes well this day." Glorfindel thought to himself as he put his plans into action.

'I do hope.'

Aiya Journal,

Today was quite pleasant.

I spent the hours in my garden planting flowers. It seems I have quite the green thumb! I got dirt on one of my new dresses which really pissed of the seamstress. She started yelling at me in that elvish language. Stupid elves!

Even when they are yelling at you their language they sound beautiful.

I thought I would be so bored here, but I realized it's been a blessing. I believe this place is healing me everyday.

I still miss my family and previous life with all of my soul, but the aching isn't as bad anymore.

I dream of my home often and wake up crying most nights. But at least I sleep, right?

I still hate being vexed. I don't think I can get used to it really.

They all hate me.

No one talks to me.

Except the seamstress, but that is because I pissed her off.

I would dislike her, but she made the most beautiful dresses for me. Is that vain?

I feel so beautiful in all the frocks she made me. I am wearing a blue one right now. It accentuates the cross that mother gave me.

You better believe the seamstress had a fit when she saw it!

I tried on the dress this morning and my cross finally saw the light of day again. It had been hidden under that tunic the whole time.

Well. I have learned a few new words. Elrond writes in all his letters; 'Nai haryuvalye melwa'. It means 'may your day be blessed' I believe.

How beautiful.

Namarie.

Kohana had just set her quill down to pour powder on her newest entry, when the door burst open before her.

Glorfindel stood there before her with his sword unsheathed and looking very determined. The warrior slowly stepped closer to her as if stalking his prey.

Kohana was shocked.

She started to put as much distance as she was able, but his eyes followed her body as it clumsily shifted throughout the chamber in an exempt to escape.

As she attempted to run for the doorway he caught her arm and pulled her on the ground. Kohana screamed out in pain at his grasp.

He started to yell to her in elvish and although she could not understand what he was saying, it sounded like a threat.

Suddenly the tip of his sword was at her throat. It started to draw blood. Kohana started to cry and scream. She looked into Glorfindel's eyes with a silent prayer that this was all a really bad dream.

"I'm sorry! Please! I'm sorry! I want to . . ." Suddenly Kohana started to see stars.

I'm dead!

And the girl passed out.

Glorfindel had never been so sure of something in his life. He laid the girls head on the floor and stood up, towering over her unconscious form.

He had gone into his chamber to threaten this girl to see if she would use her powers to fight back against him. He even cut her throat to entice her to defend herself. Not enough to hurt her, but just to scare her.

However, he saw here eyes.

He had looked into their depths.

She was afraid, and didn't know what to do.

And now the maid was passed out.

He was so enraged with being lied to the elf scampered out of Kohana's chamber and ran straight for Lord Elrond's study.

Elrond was sitting in a chair while catching up with is sons.

Elrohir was telling his father news from Rohan while Elladan was cleaning one of his knives.

Suddenly Glorfindel barged into Elrond's study with his blade drawn to block the knives being thrown as him by Elladan.

Realizing that he had wasted a perfectly good shot on Glorfindel, Elladan rolled his eyes.

"Glorfindel, you really shouldn't barge in like that. Elladan could have killed you." Elrond commented halfheartly; for he knew Glorfindel wouldn't listen to him.

Glorfindel laughed.

"Elrond, I was the warrior that taught your son to throw knives, and believe me. He couldn't kill me."

Elladan grunted.

Glorfindel looked to Elrond.

"Why did you lie to me Lord? That child in my room is not a witch!"

Elrond put his head in his hands. 'By the Valar!' He thought.

Kohana woke up very confused. She saw the ceiling above her, but no more psycho elf.

'Did that really happen?' she thought. 'Am I crazy?'

She thought it must have been a dream until she felt her neck burning. She brought her finger up to her neck and found that there was blood dripping down her NEW DRESS.

"What the HELL!" she screamed.

Kohana jumped up fuming.

'How dare that elf come into my room and threaten me for you reason!'

Angry thoughts ran through her brain as she began running down the hall.

Where were my guards when I needed them!

She burst through the doorway of Elrond's study.

Elrond was sitting in a chair along with two other elves she didn't recognize. Glorfindel was standing near him with a surprised look on his face.

Well, they were all surprised, but even more when Kohana ran right up to Glorfindel and smacked him hard on the face.

"HOW DARE YOU!" she smacked him again. "Did your mother teach you any MANNERS!"

Glorfindel had never seen it coming.

He had never been slapped by a woman before.

He had actually never even talked to a woman before.

He stared at her in shock. The twins had to pinch themselves not to start laughing.

Elrond held his head in his hands.

"YOU DO NOT BARGE INTO A GIRLS ROOM AND THREATING HER!"

Kohana punched him in the shoulder this time.

Her punch didn't hurt Glorfindel but the words did.

She was bleeding and crying. Glofindel realized that he hadn't taken it into consideration in his 'plan' that he could be threatening an innocent maid.

His stomach was laced with guilt.

Elrond nodded for the guards to take control of the situation. Two guards grabbed her as she was still screaming at the shocked Glorfindel.

"If I WAS a witch I would turn your sorry ass into a toad!"

She was finally dragged out of the room kicking and screaming, although her screams could still be heard going down the corridor.

Elrond and Glorfindel's eyes met.

"EXPLAIN." Elrond demanded.

The Lord was in the worst mood he had been in hundreds of years.