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" It will never work," said a plumped man with a large beard, " We cannot accept such a proposition."

Glorfindel was once again in the field with the men. Only this time, he was standing before them giving his opinion of a plan. He had decided before he slept the night away, he would come up with something. It was obvious to him that the men still needed some guidance.

" Will the elves expect something from us in return?" asked a short man, with large eyes that seemed to big for the small features on his face.

" Nothing," said Glorfindel, " It is simple. I will leave two elves behind to train the men who are able bodied warriors."

" I think we can accept that," said the plumped man, " But what about the defense plans?"

" I have an idea," said Tahad carefully, " We can continue to send out scouts to keep tract of the number of enemies that come within two leagues of the valley. If they become too much, we can hunt them down."

" Well," said another man, " We certainly cant have the men all from one village. You all better put your share of them in on this."

" Of course," said Tahad impatiently, " We can divide up the number of those capable from each village, and mix them into groups."

" That should also strengthen our ties between villages," said Haomon.

There was a mummer of agreement among them, and Glorfindel knew that they would agree. 'Finally,' he thought.

" Then it is settled,' said Tahad, " Let us take count of the men, and divide up the groups. We shall also make up monthly schedules."

Glorfindel smiled slightly. He had spent the better part of dinner explaining tactics to Tahad. This was almost the exact same thing he had said to him while eating. Apparently Glorfindel had been more of an influence than he had realized.

As the others began to fulfill plans and take on serious responsibilities, Glorfindel again approached Amandil. The elf had never spoken his opinion at the meetings. He just sat quietly, listening to the conversation around him. Now he pierced Glorfindel with a gaze of steel, and stood at his arrival.

" I suppose you have come once again to try and convince me to go back to Imladris," he stated icily.

" No," said Glorfindel firmly, " Stay here and fade away if that is your wish. It is obvious to me that you have easily given up on yourself."

" Given up?" hissed Amandil, " What would you know? You have lived in peace for centuries. You sit in great halls, feasting and drinking, making fun of those who lived pathetic lives. You werent beaten and slaved by orcs! You werent broken down to bits! You didnt overcome the harsh winters and starvation! You- "

He broke off suddenly, aware that everyone now stared at him. Glorfindel, too, was caught off guard by his outburst. He was certain that the men would be asking questions later about this. Indeed some even began asking them now.

" Come," he told the other firmly, " You will go back to the village with me."

Amandil said nothing, but followed silently. They walked for a while through the open fields, watching the sway of the grass in the wind. Not many birds sang, for there was hardly any trees nearby. The sun was hidden by clouds, but the sky was still bright blue. Midday meal would come shortly.

" Amandil," said Glorfindel, " I have suffered much even if it does not seem like it now. I know that you have, too."

"And what would a great Lord like yourself suffer from?" he asked. His tone was not rude or mean, but filled with sadness.

Glorfindel turned to stare at him. " I had to watch my beautiful home and all of my closet friends and relatives die once. I had to watch as my king was slaughtered, and my life turned to ruins. I had to watch the horror and brutality of evil take hold on a city so wondrous, many thought it would never fall. Ever."

" Gondolin?" said the other elf, stopping in his tracks. He stared ahead of him for a moment, before turning to Glorfindel. " I am sorry, my lord. I had forgotten."

" I know that you went through much," pressed Glorfindel trying to erase the images of the beloved city from his head, " I also know you can defeat this. Come back to Imladris, little one. It is time for you to heal. Come back to your people."

Amandil was shaking slightly. He would not meet Glorfindels eyes, but instead looked to the west. It was some time before Amandil finally shifted his gaze, but when he did, Glorfindel could see the change in his eyes.

" I will try," said Amandil, " I will try. And if my life fails to heal, and I continue to fade, then I shall leave these shores."

Glorfindel nodded and walked away, leaving the other elf with his peace. He wasnt sure what had changed Amandils mind completely. It could have been the fact that the other elf did want to return. It could have been that he had forgotten the life of his people and of Valinor. Had for gotten the other options that the Valar had given the elves. It could have been that Glorfindel had pushed him to return. It could have been all of the reasons combined. Whatever caused the change, Glorfindel didnt care. All he knew was that he was again bringing home a lost elf.

Margaret felt a sharp pain and cried out. She held her eyes shut for a few moments, and tried to figure out what was going on. Her bed did not feel the same as it had before. It was hard and lumpy, and it hurt when she moved. Opening her eyes slightly, she could see the bright sun poking through the tree tops. Beneath her, her fingers grabbed at dirt.

She moaned when she realized that she was still lost. Margaret tried to sit up, but found to her surprise that her back and leg ached. She looked around her, noticing that she was no longer in the tree, but on the ground below it.

'I fell,' she thought, ' Oh , why did I fall asleep?"

Margaret inched over to the tree and used to trunk to support her weight. She stood on wobbly legs and ignored the pain the shot up her spine and ankle. She had to get back home, or she would be in trouble. Not only that, but she didnt want to spend another night out in these woods. Letting go of the tree trunk, Margaret attempt to take a step– and landed right on her stomach.

Tears pricked her eyes as she realized that she couldnt get home on her own. She needed help and it wasnt to be found. ' Ma!' she thought frantically, ' I want Ma!'

A/N: Ah, Im sorry. I know this is late. And short. But then again, I am sick. Which is bad, because I am now way behind on a lot of work. Anyway, there is a rumor going around that ff.n is pulling stories for authors replying to reviewers. Apparently it makes the review board active. Whether it is true or not, Im not going to take the chance. So thank you to all my reviewers! I couldnt do it without you guys!

PS: If anyone knows why the contraction marks arent showing up, feel free to tell me!