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Margaret picked up the book that Lord Elrond had requested and brought it over to him. She had started out the day with lessons and flute practice. After midday meal, she had sought out Elrond so that she could be his advisor.

" Ill help you with your busy day," she had declared when she strode through the door to his office. Elrond had been slightly dismayed, but smiled when he saw how eager to she was to help.

" My office is slightly messy and I am having trouble finding certain things," he had told her, " Perhaps you could help me locate a few books and papers?"

Margaret had agreed and indeed, Lord Elrond had found that she was good at finding what he needed.

" Here it is," said Margaret, " Herbs and there Functions."

"Thank you," said Elrond. He took the book and studied her for a moment. Margaret found his penetrating stare slightly uncomfortable and shifted feet.

" Would you like to write a letter for me?" he asked, shocking her.

" Yes!" cried Margaret with delight, " To whom?" She had never written a letter to anyone before. In fact, back in New York, she had never been able to afford the supplies needed to write. 'It would not have mattered anyway' she thought, ' I didnt have anyone to write to, nor did I know how.'

" To the twins," said Elrond with a smile, " I am sure it would please them to hear from you. Come, you can sit in a chair by the fire. I will get you a quill and parchment."

Elrond came back with his promised supplies, and then explained to Margaret how the outline of a letter was written. He taught her that the name of who she was writing to went on the top left hand side of the page. He then explained about how the paragraphs were indented and separated certain ways. Finally, he taught her how to sign off the letter.

" Lets see how you did," said Elrond with a serious tone although the corners of his mouth were twitching. He scanned the page that was address to his sons telling about flute lessons, and becoming one of Lord Elronds "advisors". The letter was not only going to do good for Margaret, but it would help his sons also. They were still a bit heavy hearted from there departure, he was sure.

" This is good," he said to Margaret, " I will send it out as soon as a messenger is ready and I have all the papers I need to send in order."

" Great!" said Margaret with a brilliant smile.

Glorfindel approached the small village, his patrol traveling behind him. They had finished what scouting they had gone to do two days ago, and were now ready to meet with the village leaders. Haomon had picked a village that was in the middle of the valley, so as to be somewhat fair for those who lived farther away.

" Greetings, Lord Elf of Rivendell," said a man about half way through his life, " I am Tahad, leader of this village. I do not believe we have met before."

" No we have not," said Glorfindel, " For it has been many years since I have been to the valley. Last I knew, this village was not among the rest."

" No," said the man, " This is quite new. You see, the fields here are much better for farming. As well as the river runs close by. Many here moved to grow better crops and be better acquainted with the land. Not to mention, it is very safe here."

" So I see," said Glorfindel assessing the man. He was quite tall, and well built. His gray hair went past his shoulders, and his eyes told that he had suffered loss, but managed to overcome grief. He was strong, Glorfindel decided.

" I am Lord Glorfindel," he said to Tahad.

" Well Lord Glorfindel, all the village leaders are here. They have come while you were out patrolling. Follow me, I will bring you to meet them."

Glorfindel nodded for his Lieutenant to take care of setting up came. He then followed Tahad to meet the rest of the village leaders. He talked among them and found that they had brought along some of the men who could be considered warriors. Or at least they would be once they were trained properly.

" Lord Glorfindel," said a familiar voice. Glorfindel turned to see Haomon come up behind him.

" I had sent to word the village where the blacksmith took housing in. He arrived here yesterday. I thought you might wish him to be among those of us planning the defenses."

" Yes," said Glorfindel, " May I speak to him now?"

Haomon nodded. " Blacksmith!" he called out, " Please come!"

Someone approached them from Glorfindels right. A tall, slim figure with black leggings and a stained brown tunic came to stand next Haomon. He carried himself with much grace although he wore a hood which covered his face. 'Too much grace,' Glorfindel thought.

" This is Lord Glorfindel of Imladris," said Haomon. The figure nodded but said nothing more.

Glorfindel studied him for a moment. " Tell me," he said at last, " What is your name?"

" Blacksmith," said the one under the hood. Glorfindel did a double take. That voice was of no man. It was soft, yet soothing. The tone of it was melodious and beautiful. It was as if someone had plucked the string of a harp.

" Lift your hood and reveal yourself," said Glorfindel, " I wish to see your face."

Slowly, a hand came out to remove the hood. The hand, Glorfindel noticed, had black stains on it. But the long elegant fingers attached to the strong palms and wrist left no doubt in his mind. This hand was too perfect. The voice to musical. The grace too much to be that of a mans. This was an elf.

The elf before him removed his hood and two pointed ears stuck out of soft brown hair. Green eyes shown back at him on a flawless face. Strong cheek bones and a pointed chin were not held up with pride, but sunk to the ground in what Glorfindel thought to be sadness. He heard a gasp come from Haomon, and an exclamation that the blacksmith was elven.

Gingerly, Glorfindel put a finger the the elfs chin and tipped his head up so as to look him in the eyes.

" I know you,"said Glorfindel feeling his heart contract at the sadness those eyes head.

" I knew you," Glorfindel corrected, " Long ago. You were a scribe once. A great advisor. An elf who used to smile wherever he went."

" That elf is long gone," said the one before him.

" Not if I have anything to do with it. You have suffered much, that I can see."

" My life is changed my Lord," said the elf, " Nothing will ever be the same as it was before. I kindly ask you to leave it alone."

With that, the elf before him turned and swiftly left.

" Amandil," Glorfindel breathed, " I have found you at last. I wont lose you again."

A/N: I am seriously considering re-writing this chapter. Tell me what you all think. I dont know if its too much angst or too much of whatever it is. I was getting a little annoyed, and thought it was time to get this story moving. Update should be in a week. Review if you have comments.

Thank you to all my reviewers! Im finally back to answering your reviews! Sorry in I forgot any!

IwishChan: I adore children because of this cute innocence they all seem to have. Im glad you like Margarets character. Im starting to get a little worried that she is coming off a little too sweet. My wish is that she stays as real as possible. Thank you for your review!

Idril Miriel: Haha! Funny you should mention that elf...well, his name is Amandil! Glad you love it. Thanks for your review!