Beleglor sat in his house, silently seething after having satisfyingly broken a few glasses against the wall. Ilúvatar knew where Farothwen was now. She had never left Mirkwood and she had no idea where she was going. Beleglor was desperately worried about her, both in her physical and mental state. What did that mongrel tell her? Damn that Glorohtar. I should never have let it happen. To think I called him my son...

Beleglor decided it was wise to see Glorohtar in the morning because, hopefully, the urge to kill him would have disappeared.

The next day

Beleglor calmly approached Hirogaer's house. He made sure Hirogaer was out, as he didn't really want to talk to him. Glorohtar was alone in the house.

Beleglor knocked loudly on the door. 'Glorohtar? Let me in, I want to talk to you.' There was no answer.

Beleglor moved around the side of the house. 'Glorohtar?'

'I'm here!' was the faint reply. Beleglor moved closer to the sound.

'Beleglor! Thank Eru you are here!'

'Thank Eru I'm here? Let me in, I want to talk to you!'

'I can't.'

'Why?'

'My father has locked me in my room.'

'Why?'

'So I can't see Farothwen. Where is she?'

'Glorohtar, she - she ran away.'

'What did he do to her?' Glorohtar sounded furious.

'I do not know. He probably told her what he told me.'

'What did he say?'

'He said that you did not love her. Is that true?'

Glorohtar sounded upset. 'You know it's not! You know I love her, Father!' He sighed. 'You probably do not know this.'

'Know what?'

'Father, we are... we are married. My father is doing everything he can to keep us apart. I wish I could get out of here, find her.'

Beleglor was silent.

'Beleglor?'

'I am here, Glorohtar. I am just figuring out how to get you out.'

'My father is leaving on a journey in two days' time, at midday. Come then, and I will look for her.'

Beleglor sighed. 'Yes, Glorohtar. I am very sorry I doubted you, my son.'

'That is all right, Father. All I am worried about now is my wife.'

'I will make all the arrangements, just wait for me,' Beleglor said.

Two days later

Mid-morning, Beleglor got some packs and filled them up with supplies - food, clothing, weapons. He went out to the stables, where his horse, Rochatar, father of Rochtári, was held. He was going to give Rochatar to Glorohtar for his journey.

When it was time, Beleglor quietly walked Rochatar to Hirogaer's house. He hid himself and the bay horse behind some bushes and he watched Hirogaer leave. He then left Rochatar outside and went inside.

'Glorohtar?'

'Over here!'

Beleglor eventually found Glorohtar's door, hidden under a labyrinth of locks. Beleglor tried to pick the locks, but he was unsuccessful.

'Glorohtar, stand back.. I am going to have to break the door down.'

Beleglor swiftly kicked the door near the locks, not breaking them, but breaking the wooden door. Glorohtar squeezed out through the splintered wood.

'Come on, outside, quickly,' Beleglor said, leading Glorohtar outside.

'Take Rochatar. He carries everything you need. There is enough there to last you a week.'

Glorohtar nodded. Beleglor laid his hands on his shoulders.

'Now, listen to me. I don't ever want to see you again without your wife by your side, all right?'

Glorohtar smiled. 'All right, Father.'

Beleglor embraced Glorohtar and gently kissed him.

'May you ride like the wind, my son.' Glorohtar mounted Rochatar.

'I promise I will not come back without her.'

Beleglor nodded. Glorohtar seized the reins. 'Noro lim, Rochatar!'

He was off. He would never be seen in Mirkwood again.