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Author's notes: Well, here's chapter six, and much earlier than I'd thought. Excuse the bad writing, I just did two maths AS level exams today. I hope you like this chapter, and please please please review! Thanks : )

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Scratch, scratch, scratch…

Erestor paused to listen to the strange noise. If he didn't know better, he'd almost have thought it was a rat. But there weren't any rats in Imladris, were there? The dark haired advisor shuddered involuntarily and carried on down the corridor.

Scratch, scratch…

He quickened his pace slightly, heading for his refuge-the library. No rats there, at least, none that he knew of. Another shudder travelled down his spine and he shook his head to dispel the feeling.

Glorfindel sat alone in his study, his quill scratching frantically over the paper, as he desperately tried to finish half a years worth of work in less than a week. Disorganised was not the word for it. Foolish, useless and hopeless sprang quickly to the blond elf's mind, but none of these were quite adequate for the situation. He decided that someone should probably invent a new word for it.

When the pile of finished paperwork was tall enough for him to rest his arm on comfortably, he stretched. Muscles rejoiced at being moved after staying in one position for too long, and Glorfindel smiled. He somewhat resembled a cat, the grace of the elves adding to the similarities.

"Maybe I'll take a short break…" he mused, thinking out loud to relieve the silence that had been pressing on him all morning. At this point, the pile of unfinished work toppled, ad fell over onto the desk, and onto Glorfindel. "Fine!" he growled. "I won't take a break yet."

"Is that Glorfindel?" Elrohir whispered to Elladan, as they passed the door and heard his voice. "It sounds like he's talking to himself."

"Mmm," Elladan agreed, "or perhaps he's talking to someone else."

Elrohir's nose wrinkled as he thought about this, then he shook his head. "I don't know, there isn't much room in his study…"

"Especially not with all the mess!" Elladan interjected, and they both giggled quietly.

"Well there's not much room, so I don't think he could fit someone else in there,"

"Unless they were really small," the elder twin pointed out helpfully. "Or if they were sat on the desk."

Elrohir thought for a moment then looked up. "Perhaps Glorfindel has an imaginary friend!" He exclaimed, as quietly as possible.

Having come to this conclusion, the twins carried on down the corridor towards their room. From outside Glorfindel's room you could hear snatches of their conversation as they wandered off.

"Do you think it has a name?"

"I wonder if it's a he or a she…"

"Are adults even allowed to have imaginary friends?"

"What will Ada do if he finds out?"

"Darling?" Celebrían asked pleasantly,

"Yes dear?" Elrond answered, lifting his drooping head slightly.

"What do you think?" She asked, and Elrond didn't even need to look to know that she was holding up yet another article of clothing for his inspection. It was their anniversary dinner that evening, but he didn't see why she had to go through so many clothes looking for what she would wear. To him, she looked stunning in anything.

"You would look absolutely beautiful in it dear." This phrase, and its variations, were all he said for a good ten minutes before Celebrían finally gave up.

"Darling?"

"It looks lovely dear,"

Darling, the house is on fire,"

"Yes dear…what?" Elrond looked around like a startled deer.

Celebrían was stood with her hands on her hips, waving a robe in front of his face. "Do you know what this is?" She questioned.

"It's one of my…" Elrond started slowly, but she cut him off and held up her hand.

"It's one of your robes, yes. Do you realise that in the past ten minutes you have told me I'd look lovely in three of your robes, the curtains," She counted each item off on her fingers as she spoke. "A rug, the blankets from the bed, and a small box of dirt my mother sent as an anniversary present!"

Elrond gaped, his mouth hanging open, making him look rather undignified.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" She demanded.

"You would look lovely in them?" He hazarded.

Celebrían growled.

Glorfindel sighed happily, it had taken him a long time, but he'd finally finished all the work left over from winter. He scooped the pile of paper into his arms and left to find Erestor. There was so much paperwork he could rest his chin on it.

"A third of it done," he grinned, not caring if people heard him talking to himself. "I suppose Erestor will be in the library, he usually is. Once I've handed all this over I can finally take a break."

Unknown to the golden haired warrior, he wasn't alone in the corridor. Peering around a corner were Elladan and Elrohir, who were listening with interest to his one-sided conversation.

The twins looked at each other. So Glorfindel did have an imaginary friend! By this time, both Elladan and Elrohir had decided that grown-ups couldn't have imaginary friends, so they worried what everyone else might think.

"I don't think Ada will like this," Elrohir frowned, "Or Erestor."

"Especially not Erestor," His brother agreed. "What do you suppose they'll do? I hope they don't send Glorfindel away."

"I don't think they'll do that," the younger twin replied, "but they might try to send his imaginary friend away."

Both elflings considered this. They'd never had imaginary friends of their own, but they didn't think it would be fair to send someone else's away-no matter how old they were.

"We have to do something." Elladan decided, and Elrohir nodded.

"We can find Glorfindel and tell him to keep his friend more secret-so no-one else will find out!"

So, now that their plan was decided, the twins returned to their room to wait for a better time.

Erestor relaxed in a chair, reading. He was now fairly certain that the noises he'd heard were not made by a rat, and was therefore much calmer. Nothing could interrupt the peaceful silence. Nothing that is, except…

"Glorfindel?" Erestor looked up to see the elf stagger in, carrying a huge tower of paperwork.

"I finished the work from winter," He explained, but talking dislodged the top sheet. It lifted with the air current created by his breath, and almost drifted off onto the floor. He silently willed it to remain where it was, which seemed to work, because the sheet settled back onto the pile.

Unfortunately for Glorfindel, events decided to conspire against him. As he stepped forward, he stubbed his toe on something he couldn't see over the paperwork. This caused him to lose his balance, and the tower of paper began to sway. It wasn't long before he lost control of it completely, and the work fell to the floor, scattering everywhere.

"Oops." He said.

"Glorfindel!"

Author's notes: Well, that was chapter six. I hope it wasn't too bad, and there will be a chapter seven, even though I had originally planned to have this as the last chapter. Please review! Please! Your comments would be greatly appreciated-really, so tell me what you think, and how I can improve.