She had borrowed a sword from one of the many soldiers training on the fields of Imladris, and was determinedly fighting anyone who would throw themselves against her. Despite her recent recovery, she was not in any way weakened, in fact her fury served only to fuel her strength, and she fought on, defeating all, and even making many fear the intensity and coldness of her. It was unnerving, the very look in her eyes. Glorfindel had followed her from the room, knowing that he had taken the wrong approach to this situation. He was determined to make amends, but was for the moment floored by her obvious skill with the sword. She was little more than a blur, as she swung the word in a complex play of swordmanship that few could have mastered or matched. She quickly defeated her current opponent, who walked from the fields to good natured calls from his friends, who had all been defeated also. She paused for a second, breathing heavily, glad to have a sword back in her hand again. She swung her sword around again, only to have it met by another blade, and a pair of green eyes staring down at her, full of a hundred different things. She broke away from him.

"You!" she flipped her sword to her right hand, then back to her left. Left? She was left handed? Glorfindel let his thinking slip for a moment, to find a blade laid against his throat.

"Why should I not carve my vengeance upon your neck now Glorfindel? Tell me why?" He couldn't help but be amazed at the depth of emotion within her eyes. She had so much anger within her, which had always been evident, but now there was something more. So much pain, So much sadness. He couldn't even begin to guess what had caused her to be so…cold. Maybe this was what Allarah had been talking about.

"Because I would defeat you," he murmured, his voice ending a shiver through her, which she ignored.

"Then prove it." She returned, before taking a step back from him.

"Terms?" he asked, taking the sword of another soldier, who gladly offered it to his much loved commander.

"I win, you leave me alone, never coming near me, not touching me again." She said, stretching out her left arm, gauging the strength of him as she did.

"And if I win?" he asked, pacing his way around her, as a hunter would stalk his prey.

"Then what are your terms?" she asked, warily watching his approach.

"I win, and you tell me what it is you hide so well from others behind your mask of fury." He swept in, his blade an arc of steel, to have her sword swing to meet his, in another complex manoeuvre that made all those watching slightly doubt for a second whether or not Glorfindel would win the day. He had not been defeated in centuries, but even now, it would seem that maybe his defeat could be possible. She whipped around, bringing her sword around to his again, in a resounding clang that resonated through the yard. Their swords met, hilt to hilt, and the two were mere inches apart.

"I hide nothing!" she snarled, her tight control wavering, letting uncertainty flicker within the depths of her violet eyes for a second.

"Really?" questioned Glorfindel, before she gripped his wrist in his, twisting her sword, and pushed them apart, releasing his sword from hers, in a manoeuvre that even he had never seen before.

"What is it you think I hide Glorfindel, Slayer of Darkness? You think I am weak? With secrets that have made me into what I am today? That my pain consumes me?"

He brought his sword around, catching against her hilt, the impact of it jarring her left arm.

"Your sword arm is weakening, Lorasar as is your soul, and your heart. Give me my victory gracefully, and tell me what so burns you, before the burden crushes you."

Lorasar smirked up at him coldly, a look that he had never seen before, one that conveyed that she knew something that he did not, and made him catch his breathe.

"I never said that this was my sword arm" she said, spinning away, flipping her sword to her right hand, and increasing her onslaught, one so intense that even he had trouble keeping up with her. If she was good with her left arm, her right arm was better by ten fold. He barely met each blow, and he knew that he had met his match, for he could not keep his defences together for much longer. But then, just when it would seem that he would lose her before he had even won her, she stumbled upon a loose cobblestone in the yard, making her offence falter for a split second, but it was enough. Glorfindel swung his sword in to rest against her throat, and waited for Lorasar to acknowledge her defeat. She did not move. He disarmed her, her sword flying from her hand, and she was left standing there, vulnerable, with no weapon. He sheathed his blade.

"Acknowledge your defeat, warden of Lorien." He murmured, almost breathing a sigh of relief, before, she suddenly threw herself at him, knocking him to the ground.

"Never sheath your sword on an enemy, especially an unknown one" she said, having swiftly left him incapacitated, trapped effectively beneath her, in a position in which even his superior strength was of no consequence, and left him helpless.

" I never sheath my sword on an enemy," he returned, staring her straight in the eye.

She looked down at him, confused for a moment, before she threw herself off of him, and ran from the grounds, into the arches of Imladris. He watched her go, having seen something in her eyes in those few seconds that he did not understand. Her arrival in Rivendell seemed to have opened a whole basket of emotions that Glorfindel had thought he had left behind years before. Uncertainty, defeat, confusion and….desire. yes that was what made this situation so confusing, so potent. His desire for her. His need for her, despite how he was convinced he could not withstand a single day within the same room as her, and it frustrated him no end. And also, what had made her so cold? There was something within her that she hid from all still, even from Allarah. He knew not what it was, but finally, he had come to the conclusion that he could not do anything. She hated him. Of that he was sure. His kiss had ensured that. He even thought to some extent, he hated her, and the way she made him feel and he was more than willing to wash his hands of these old feelings that she had exposed within him, despite the fact that his thoughts returned to her constantly. He left the fields, unaware of the 3 pairs of eyes that watched him leave. He had never been so frustrated in his entire life.

The twins and Allarah laughed to themselves quietly, as they hatched their plot to bring the two together. It was so perfect, so simple, that even they were impressed with themselves. This would be possibly the best and most effective joke they had ever played, and the result would be well worth it. It was high time for Glorfindel to settle down, and time for Lorasar to awaken her old spirit. This was going to be fun.

Lorasars eyes filled with tears, that she was unable to stop. Her arrival in Imladris had awakened so many things within her that she had wished to stay hidden. And that Glorfindel! How he infuriated her! His utter self assurance and skill at…at…everything! It all frustrated her. And his kiss still plagued her. She would be content to never think of him again, but could not dispel him from her thoughts. He was the only one who had seen through her defences to the self she kept hidden, and the pain she allowed to consume her. She needed to stay away from him. And the idea near killed her. She hated the way he made her feel, of the emotions he made her feel after such a long existence of nothing but coldness, and anger. She couldn't feel herself within her any more. That self was gone. She would stay away from him, until her return to Lorien. There was so much left for her to fight, and she felt as though she could no longer go on. She turned her face from the wind that stung her cheeks, and stopped her tears, a sign of her pain, casting them to the wind in a sign of defiance of her hurt.

A/N: please review. I want to know whether you think I should keep going, but can you just guess what the twins are going to do? Their pure rascals on their own, but throw in Allarah, and they become utter genius! I love this. Its only gonna get better.! I can't wait to write the next chapter! There's a hint of what the twins will do in Glorfindels last thoughts. See if you can figure it out.

Anak su Namu: Thankyou so much for all your feedback and reviews. I always like to read yours, they're always encouraging and full of suggestions. I hope you keep enjoying this story. (and keep writing reviews! lol)