Glorfindel stood outside whilst Elrond healed the two maidens. He didn't know how they had come to be in the clutches of the Uruk hai, but at that particular moment, he didn't really care. What he was worried about though, was that exasperating female! He didn't even know her name, and she plagued his thoughts constantly. He couldn't believe the way she had reacted to him, even to the point of asking him to place the dead Uruk hai back on top of her so she could escape herself! True, she was delirious with fever at the time, but if that was any indication of her true nature, than he thought he was about to get himself in a great deal of trouble. Elladan and Elrohir seemed unperturbed by the new visitors, debating amongst themselves which of them would have the blonde first. (although, they did mention, if she was anything like the raven haired elleth, they would be sure to leave her well alone!) Glorfindel shook his head, completely giving up on the two of them. It was high time some elleth had the strength of mind to put the two of them in their place, and not go weak kneed at their devilish charm and handsome appearance. He leant against the door, awaiting Elrond's report on the progress of the two they had saved.
Lorasar awoke to find the same annoying ellon beside her bed who had so exasperatingly saved her in the forest. She didn't remember much of their first encounter, but she did know she was rather harsh with him. She pulled herself in to a sitting position, still aware of the tenderness in her shoulder and the wounds on her abdomen. She wondered if Allarah was awake...Allarah!
"Where is Allarah!" she demanded of him, her face becoming set in its determination.
"And a good day to you also my lady." Answered Glorfindel, with a growing feeling of apprehension. The sort of feeling he got before he went in to battle, and he felt this would be nothing less.
"Don't play with me! Where is she?" she demanded again, despite her weakness, there was nothing wrong with her voice, which she began to use most vehemenantly.
"I'm fine Lor', came a voice from near her, she turned around, trying to see where it was coming from. Allarah appeared from behind the bed head, carried by two handsome elves. Twins, she acknowledged absently. "You really need to stop being so convictive all the time. These ellon did save us"
Lorasar collapsed back on to the bed, completely infuriated by all around her. Of course. She thought. They were in some unknown place, and what does Allarah do? Find the two most attractive individuals she can, and immediately throw herself at them. She almost smiled, despite herself, at the looks of blatant adoration the two were giving Allarah. It was no different from home. The thought of home sobered her instantly. She should be there, doing her job, stopping others from being hurt, not here!
"This is Elladan, and this is Elrohir, and your saviour was none other than Glorfindel of Imladris" continued Allarah, sitting on the side of Lorasars bed. "Glorfindel and the twins were sent a vision, and they rode out to save us when…"
"BUT WE DIDN'T NEED SAVING! I HAD EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL! What gave you the right to interfere? I didn't need your help! Had I my sword…" Lorasar burst out, still confused at both the unique situation she was in, and by the handsome blonde elf still towering over her.
"Well, I apologise for the inconvenience then, but it would seem that you did not have your sword. So I stepped forced myself to step in." spoke up Glorfindel sarcastically, thoroughly frustrated by this elleth and her obviously strong streak of independence. Lorasar was about to deliver another scalding retort, when Allarah, rolling her eyes, well used to Lorasars reactions when any tried to help her, covered her mouth firmly with her hand. Both were concerned about Gallahar, but had completely forgotten about him in the current circumstances.
"I apologise for my commanders outburst Glory, she is still a bit touched in the head I think." Lorasars eyes were filled with cold fury, but she was too weak to change anything about her current situation. She hated begin helpless, but once again, found herself so.
"Glory? Hmmmmm. Ahhh….she's your commander?" asked Elladan, enjoying this situation immensely. Glorfindel was in a state of shock from both the reaction of the elleth (again!) and Allarah's lack of respect, having the gall to call him by a nick name!
"Yes. Warden Lorasar of Lorien, and Second Allarah of Lorien at your service. Now if you wouldn't mind, I don't suppose you could put her back to sleep Glory? I'm getting somewhat tired holding my hand over her mouth like this, which I know I'll pay for in blood later." Lorasars eyes began to fill with a new kind of ferocity, one that Allarah was only too familiar with. It was a good thing they weren't back in Lorien, or she would have found herself on border duty for months. Glorfindel placed his hand on her forehead, returning her to sleep, despite her muffled protests.
He looked up at Allarah, his look saying everything.
"Is she always like this?" he asked, unable to comprehend that she had not wanted his help, nor that she was unable to accept the fact that she had needed it.
"Not really, but you made her break one of her personal codes, she never likes anyone to help her, if she thinks she can do it herself. And she thinks she can do everything herself, so it stands to reason that she never wants any help. She hates that. Shes got problems of her own she's yet to deal with, even after all these years. Cut her some slack"
"But is she always so…confrontational?"
'Pretty much. Its her way of dealing with…things. Depends on what kind of mood you catch her in. 'Dan? 'Ro? Could you help me back to bed, I'm getting worn out by acting as Lor's interpreter." The two helped her off of the bed, grinning devilishly, and began to carry her out the door, before a resounding 'whack!' could be heard, followed by two groans of pain. "I meant my bed! Not yours you two phallus thoughted elfings!" Elladan and Elrohir sheepishly took her back to her own bed, both sporting a black eye.
Glorfindel was still confused. Lorasar. That was her name. It was one he hadn't heard before, a strange one, but lovely none the less. He wondered what it meant. He looked down at her sleeping form, so peaceful, at complete odds to her personality. He wondered if she would become familiar enough with him to talk to him of what these 'things' she must deal with were. He followed the curve of her cheek with his eyes, letting the graceful curves and soft beauty ensnare him. Without the sharpness that anger brought her features, she had a soft beauty that called to him, made her seem delicate, even though he knew she was anything but. He wondered if she could wield a sword as well as her tongue. Her tongue…he wondered what else she could do with her…stop! He thought outraged at his own turn of thoughts. This wasn't an elleth, it was a complicated hell cat, with no passion for anything but her own workings. He turned away from her then. Determined that he would rid his thoughts of such musings, he left the room, much to the delight of Elladan and Elrohir.
They had seen the look in his eyes as he had watched Lorasar, and it was a look of desire that had filled his eyes, not confusion. The two laughed to themselves. This was going to be fun! Any number of schemes to get the two together filled their heads, but at that moment, they weren't about to act upon any of them, as Allarah was still awake, and was demanding their full attention. Not passionately, of course, she had flat out refused to sleep with either of them, simply because she loved being difficult with them, even after the few hours she had known them. They were too used to getting what they wanted, she had decided. However, they had schemes of their own to get her into bed with them. They liked this saucy minx they had decided, and settled down to entertain her with all number of stories about Imladris.
Lorasar awoke to find the two twins over her. She lashed out at them, both of them getting out of the way before her fist could connect with the side of their head.
"Your not a sociable person, are you?" muttered Elladan, coming closer again, wearily.
'It didn't help that you two scared the life out of me! I woke up to find…speaking of which, where is Glorfindel?" she demanded, already getting up off the bed, somewhat shakily, but still able to hold herself up, her considerable strength returning.
"You think we'd tell you? From the look in your eyes, there wouldn't be anything of him left!" Came Allarahs voice from behind her. Lorasar turned in outrage, before Elrohir grabbed her around the waist. Lorasar tensed, before promptly throwing him over her shoulder. Allarah shook her head. "I told you!" she said to Elrohir, who was looking up at the slight elleth above him, amazed at the power behind her throw. For such a small and elegant figure, there was much power within her!
"Lorasar, stop doing this. I hate it when you get like this. You can't change what happened, so just move on! Don't take your anger for the past out on the present." Allarah looked at her fingernails, casually buffing them against her robes. Lorasar sat upon her bed, giving up. Her pain may eat at her constantly, but she had long ago learnt to keep it hidden deeply within her. No one in her life could comprehend the depth of her past. And it wasn't right for her to take it out on them, which is why she distanced herself the way she did. Although, if she saw Glorfindel any time soon she would…
Allarah got up and limped her way over to her best friend. She knew these moods of hers all too well. Lorasar was a loner, loving few, trusting less. Allarah was much like a sister to her. Lorasar's intensity and determination was balanced by Allarahs easy going nature, and Gallahar's glib tongue.
The three worked together in all things, but Lorasar always remained apart from them in some small way, never allowing herself to be vulnerable, and she hated help of any kind. Lorasar had long ago devoted herself to her work, and was never seen without her sword upon her hip, or her bow away from her shoulder. She was the best swordswoman that Lorien had ever seen, rivalling that of her trainer, the great Ardenia of Lorien, the Marchwardens wife. But still, she remained an enigma to most, and always had to fight, always had to be strong, for herself, if not for others.
It was at that opportune moment that Glorfindel chose to walk in to the room. Lorasar watched him, unsure of herself all of a sudden. Another feeling she hated. She was used to being in charge, of both her emotions, and those around her, but this elf gave her a feeling of uncertainty, one of something that she couldn't control. She didn't like that. She glared up at Glorfindel, who remained unaffected by it.
"You put me to sleep again and I'll.." she started only to have him silence her by swiftly pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, effectively silencing her. She couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't even do think of a sharp retort. He took his lips away. "If I'd have known what it would take to silence you, I would have done it sooner," he commented, liking his effect upon her. He himself wasn't unaffected, and he was grateful for the long robes he wore that day. She finally came to her senses, shocked at the forwardness of him. Allarah herself couldn't speak. Glorfindel had over stepped the line this time.
"You try that again Glorfindel, and you won't have anything left to become aroused with." She said, her voice frightening in it's intensity.
"What? you thought I did that because I desire you? My lady, I'd rather lay with a hell cat, I daresay it would be less painful! It silenced you, which was all I had hoped to achieve."
"Touch me again and I'll carve your offences into your very flesh." She walked stiffly out of the room, not knowing how to deal with the emotional turmoil that had filled her, for his kiss had not repulsed her, but rather, left her feeling with a sense of desire she had never felt before, as though all her senses craved him. It frightened her. It reminded her of things she had thought buried within her. She shook off the feeling, and determinedly carried on down the corridor. She needed to fight something. If not to relive her anger somewhat more effectively than attacking people, but to imagine it was her own demons she thought, amongst them, Glorfindel.