Melannen paced nervously back and forth in front of the window. Elros had been gone three weeks now, and he was supposed to have been back at most a week later. A strange yet known fear caused her heart to pound, this was too familiar. It had happened before, just like this. She tried to fight off the despair that crept into her heart, trying to keep hope.
She started when there were five rapid knocks on her door. Stubbornly wiping the tears from her eyes, she got up and opened it. The person who had knocked was one of Elrond's messengers, he had a frightened look on his face.
"My lady, there are three people to see you, they are at the gates."
Wrapping her cloak around her shoulders Melannen stepped out of the door "Do you know who they are?"
"No, lady, they are cloaked and you cannot see their faces."
Melannen was approaching the gates when she heard a familiar voice behind her, "Do you have any idea who they are?"
She stopped and let Glorfindel catch up to her, "I have not even the slightest guess." She kissed him on the cheek, "Let us go find out." she said taking his hand.
When they reached the outer wall she could see three cloaked figures on horses. Stopping a couple yards in front of them she spoke, "Who are you and how do you know me?"
Legolas spoke first, despite himself. "I am Caragor and my business is my own."
Thranduil wondered why he didn't just say who he was, Melannen was bound to remember his voice. "I have never heard of one by that name before."
Glorfindel scowled, "You have no right to come back, Caragor. Fangs of Doom . . . . so appropriate."
Thranduil brought his horse between the two, knowing that things could get out of hand. "You are the one who lacks the right, Glorfindel."
Immediately Melannen realized the older Elf's voice. "Thranduil?"
"Yes, it is I."
She smiled, "It is good to see you."
"Melannen, you should not be greeting me, but my companions." the King said.
Glorfindel scoffed, "Cowards? Those who leave their loved ones to suffer?"
Thranduil could not act fast enough and within the second Legolas had brandished his sword. "Do you actually think that I chose that?" He said bitterly, jumping off his horse and striding towards Glorfindel.
"I knew you'd remember me, Thranduilion." the Balrog Slayer said in disdain before drawing his own sword.
Melannen grasped Glorfindel's arm, "What is going on?"
"Nothing, meleth nin." he said, almost as if just to anger his opponent. Though he regretted his words when he saw a flash in the sun and felt a cold blade graze his skin. Melannen screamed in horror.
"Glorfindel!"
Wiping the blood from his face, Glorfindel glared at Legolas. "Tell her, Caragor. Remove your hood."
Without any hesitation at all, Legolas threw back his hood. Confusion clouded her eyes followed by terror and hatred. "Legolas?"
"Meleth nin." He said, earning painful slash from Glorfindel.
"But you're dead . . . ."
