Hey guys, this is kind of a short update. It was going to be longer, but as people complain about how long it takes me too write. I thought I might as well. Thank you everyone for the lovely reviews. I live on your support.

-Estelrond

A Star Wept for Me

Part Four

And You Were Going Where?

The elf's laugh was dry and humorless as Glorfindel finished releasing him from his bonds and he nearly fell into the elf-lord's arms. He steadied himself by grasping Glorfindel's shoulder. "You shouldn't have gone to the trouble." Muttered the elf.

"Oh no trouble at all." grunted Glorfindel cheerily as he let the elf lean on his shoulder. Hefting the elf, who he found, unsurprisingly, to be abnormally light, the elf-lord proceeded in making his exit from what he now deemed to be one of the most detestable concentrations of humanity between Mordor and the Shire.

"No, I mean it. I don't need your help." Declared the other defiantly, attempting to wrest himself from his rescuers hold. Under normal circumstances it might have worked, but he had been considerably weakened by starvation and abuse...and also Glorfindel was built strongly for even an elf.

"Not a chance." Replied the blonde firmly; pulling the other closer with steady hands. He was seriously worried for both the physical and mental state of the elf he had just rescued. He absently wondered what on Arda he'd gotten himself into. Not that he wouldn't have done it again of course.

Half dragging, half carrying the semi-conscious elf out the door, Glorfindel decided it might be more prudent to just carry the fellow. Taking him in his arms, the elf-lord muttered a curse; not because of the burden this elf was, but because he seemed to weigh no more than an elfling.

Humans were seriously overrated, Glorfindel decided.

The streets seemed deserted, but there was no telling in a place like this. There was a sense of lurking menace that seemed to be a permanent feature of this dismal place. There was a persistent itch between his shoulder blades that told Glorfindel he was being watched. His step never faltered, he walked on as if he had sensed nothing. There was no sense tipping the watcher off.

He had reached the outskirts of the forest, when it happened. Something wasn't right in the air, as if the very forest itself was trying to warn the elves of impending danger.

"Don't move, elf."

Glorfindel gaze was suddenly averted upward. A man sat in the tree just in front of him, a most unremarkable man he would have been, save for the knocked arrow in his bow that was pointed in an extremely dangerous direction.

Cautiously, and making no sudden moves, the elf set his companion gently down on the ground, and straightened slowly, meeting the man's gaze. This was the last thing they had needed. Glorfindel sighed disgustedly; it had seemed too easy.

"What do you want?" inquired the elf frostily of the figure that had impeded their escape.

"Not much, just your life."

"That was rather blunt." Answered Glorfindel. His mind was working quickly, trying to find a way out of this situation; unfortunately, nothing was coming to the fore. He'd have to stall for time until something came to him. It would be a real shame to go through fire and death only to die at the hands of some nasty fellow with an over-developed killing instinct.

"It's not in my nature to play word games, elf." The fellow was infuriatingly nonchalant.

"Why do you want to kill me?" asked the elf-lord, "Give me a straightforward answer for that one, my good man."

"Simple. I work too hard to keep scum like you out of my town." The man did not seem over concerned, nor did he say this with any force. It was a fact and he stated it like one. The glaring elf-lord seemed to impose no threat whatsoever.

"You certainly seem to enforce your opinion quite effectively." Stated Glorfindel calmly, his face stonily impassive.

"I intend too." The man reinforced his words by pulling back the arrow, and then, he let it fly.

tbc

Two cliffies in a row? Oh I'm soooo bad...

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