A/N as promised, here is my new story. Now I'm trying to not turn this into a Mary Sue, but it most probably end up one any way, though at least not with Legolas or Haldir. Time to take Glorfindel out of the slash column! Lol. And who doesn't enjoy reading about the antics of those two rascals Elladan and Elrohir? Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Glorfindel sighed. He had been through much in his long life time, (much of which was purely due to the twin sons of Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir that were constantly under his watchful eye!) But he knew that there was something missing from it even now. He would turn around sometimes in the corridors of Imladris, as if expecting to find someone behind him, or see a familiar face, but to always find that the was no one there. He was searching for something, someone, but he had yet to find what, or, for that matter, who. He wanted nothing more than to search for what it was he was missing, but he didn't know where to start. He had seen the sense of fulfilment that other elves had, in relationships, in work, in life, but found he himself had never found that deep sense of contentment. Doubtless, he had maidens of all ages swooning and throwing themselves at his feet, but they were passing amusements, a way to pass the time, although, he was always careful to leave these casual affairs on a positive note, not wanting any to be hurt. Despite his amorous nature, he had found himself growing more and more lonely, even to the point where he was denying all partners for the last few decades, and not knowing quite what to do with himself.

CRASH! A loud screech could be heard from the corridor up ahead, followed by two shadows running swiftly up the corridor. Glorfindel sighed, how could he have thought he had nothing to do with these two under his care, before reaching out with both arms, and effectively catching the two twins by the ear as they tried to run past his.

"What did you do this time?" he asked, exasperated.

"How did you know that we were here?" demanded Elladan, incredulously. For all his years, he and his brother still could not help behaving like the elfings they were at heart. This practical joke they had no doubt played was one of many in a long line of disturbances, and Glorfindel intended to put a stop to them.

"I've told you before, Elladan, I know everything. Now, do I want to know?" Asked Glorfindel, torn from his own thoughts by this abrupt interruption.

"Ahh…no. I don't think you do." Said Elrohir, keeping his eyes on the corridor ahead of him. There was no doubting it. They were in a world of trouble. Again.

Lorasar, a Warden of Lorien, pressed herself against a tree, hidden deep within the shadows, as a whole troupe of orcs passed unknowingly by the presence of the three border guardians. She, and two others had been trekking a small party of orcs the whole day, but now found themselves effectively trapped between a war party of orcs and Lorien. They had trekked the party too far from Lorien, and now her and the guardians that followed her were trapped in the wilderness outside of Loriens borders. She was such an idiot! Her desire to fulfill Marchwardens Haldir's orders had led her too far in her search for revenge. She waited until they had passed, before she motioned to the other two to move out. They ran, swiftly through the dense forest, their feet barely touching the ground, herself, another female warden Allarah, (her second, who had a wicked sense of humour and was partial to dancing, and, among other things, ellons) and Gallahar, her third, (an ellon that had long been trying to win his way in to her bed, despite her fiery and tempestuous nature) but she loved them both all the same. They ran on, but it would seem that the fate dealt them was not kind, as they were only to run straight in to a band of sleeping Uruk Hai. There were so many outside the borders! How had such numbers amassed so quickly? She stopped herself before she trod on one of the sleeping beasts, and slowly turned to leave as quietly as she could, the others doing the same. It was then, however, that the Uruk hai on guard noticed movement behind him, and turned, abruptly calling out. A number of arrows were quickly shot into the sentry, but it was too late. The Uruk hai were rousing, and they were right in the middle of them.

Glorfindel awoke abruptly, throwing himself off the bed. He had seen something, deep within the recesses of his minds eye, a terrible battle, with three elves, in the garb of Lorien foresters, who were being brutally attacked. He gathered what clothes he could, throwing them on in his rush to leave the room. He had seen little, but enough to know that the three were defeated, and were taken hostage, and the Uruks were heading this way. Maybe he could find a way to stop them, before they…he didn't want to think about what would happen to the three, who were all terribly wounded. He flew down the corridor, and in to the stables, to find Elladan and Elrohir there already, mounting horses.

Glorfindel stopped in his tracks. "Where do you think you three are going?" he demanded, readying his horse even as he spoke. He had no time for such interruptions! He had to get to the border.

"We saw something" said Elladan, his horse pawing the ground nervously at his masters obvious excitement.

"Yes. A great battle. We go to save three elves who…" continued Elrohir.

"Were terribly wounded and are heading this way." Finished Glorfindel.

Elrohir turned to his brother, a wide eyed expression on his face, as the dust from Glorfindel's horse flew in to their faces.

"He does know every thing!" They spurred their horses after Glorfindel's.

Lorasar regained consciousness slowly, only to find that she sorely wished she hadn't. Herself and one of her wardens, it looked like Allarah were being carried, roughly thrown over the backs of the Uruks. She couldn't see Gallahar. She winced, as she took inventory of her injuries, and finding to her disgust that her shoulder was dislocated. She also felt a spreading wetness down her stomach, and hoped that whatever had cut her had not been poisoned. At least they hadn't raped her, or, as far as she knew, Allarah. Yet. A chilling thought occurred to her. It was the 'yet' part that alarmed her. She knew her weapons were gone. She tried to stay as still as possible, but was suddenly thrown to the ground.

"Ahh. She's awake!" snarled the Uruk who had carried her, in his excitement, bruising more of her. Allarah was still unconscious, and she was dropped to the ground also.

"'e's not'." Slurred another, lifting her chin roughly, his fingers leaving gouges in Allarahs pale skin. She still could not see Gallahar anywhere. She had hoped he had gotten away, but knew that such a thought was unlikely. She stared up at the group of Uruks above her with cold defiance. It would not end this way! If this truly was to be the end, it would be on her terms, not theirs!

One of them reached for her.

"She's looks tender!" snarled one, reaching for her also.

"Back off, she's mine first!" growled the one who had reached for her originally. She couldn't tell them apart. They were so busy snarling at each other, and then, fighting each other that she managed to slide away, catching a stone in one bound hand, and desperately trying to loosen the cruelly tight bonds. A hard hand grabbed her shoulder.

"Your' mine now little elf!" Sneered another Uruk, the one (she thought)who had been carrying her. She slammed her body against him, knocking him to the ground, only to have him land a top of her, his hand roughly grabbing at her breasts, leaving bruising hand prints. She slammed her knee in to his groin, only to have him slap her hard across the face, leaving her head spinning, and stars in her eyes, suddenly, she felt his weight collapse on to her, nearly crushing her. She tried to move him, only to find he was dead weight. A booted foot came in to her line of sight, and suddenly, the weight was gone. She stared up at her rescuer, the fairest ellon she had ever seen, and in the wake of recent events, leaving her own head fogged with images of both desire and confusion. Not knowing how quite to react to being saved for a change, she took the only approach she knew. She lurched in to a sitting position. "What in all the name of Eru did you do that for!"

The blonde figure raised his eyes in shock, for he had been so taken with the sight of the fair maiden beneath the dead Uruk hai that he had not noticed the gathering confrontation upon her face.

"Excuse me, my lady, but I have saved you and your friend from being brutally raped and killed by Uruk hai1" he bit back, in utter Disbelief. Elladan and Elrohir had shouldered their bows, and sheathed their swords, and were helping Allarah regain consciousness. They had decided to leave the feisty little maiden alone entirely. This was the first time they had ever seen Glorfindel so off guard, but they decided to stay out of it. Besides, there was another maid to be tended to.

"Well you needn't have! I had everything under control. Now, if you'll kindly place that Uruk hai back atop of me, I'll save myself! Who asked you to interfere?" She tried to throw herself to her feet, only, to her disgust, to stagger in to the waiting arms of Glorfindel. "Release me at once!" she was so dizzy, she hardly could comprehend what she was saying, and in her delirium, who she was saying it too. Glorfindel carried her to his horse, despite her feeble struggles.

"Looks like she didn't want to be saved" commented Elladan, placing the still unconscious elleth on to his own horse, despite Elrohirs scowling.

"She has little choice in the matter." Bit back Glorfindel. Used to having maidens throw themselves at him, he was taken off balance by this…this…hell cat that was so fiercely independent in her delirium to the point of being just plain silly. He whispered to her the words of a sleeping spell, only to have her stare up at him with wide eyes

"You're trying to put a spell on me!" she said in outrage, her voice growing softer and softer with each word, before she collapsed limply against him, murmering, "you will pay in blood for this, stranger!"

He sighed, content for peace at last. Your would have thought that even in her half feverish state she would feel some sense of gratitude. Elrohir, still sulking over the fact that Elladan had Allarah and he did not, rode over to Glorfindel, in the hurry back to Rivendell for medical attention for the two maids.

"So you have her falling for you yet Glorfindel?" he commented slyly, the victorious battle only making him more annoying, in Glorfindels opinion.

He spurred his horse on, leading the way, muttering something about ungrateful females and disrespectful elfings. Elrohir nearly laughed, before he saw Elladan with the pretty elleth in his arms, and he went back to sulking.

A/N Okay. This will be a romance to warn you all, but it will be good! (I hope.) its humour, and action as well, with a fair bit of drama.I have the best idea for these two, trust me. Wait and see. Now, I need feed back. Do you think I should continue with the story? Do you want to know what happens? I love you all, and thankyou for all your reviews on my other story. I hope this one will be just as good, and there will be some appearances by Haldir and Ardenia. (who else do you think trained Lorasar!)