A/N: some of you may have picked up on the inconsistency of the two stories. Lorasar says she was cast out by her parents, whereas Galdrion claims she ran from Caras Galadron to escape him. Don't worry. This is meant to happen. Galdrions version of events is a little distorted is all, and there's a hidden agenda from others. This was meant to happen. So enjoy this chapter, assured that this inconsistency is a major part of Lorasars history.

Galdrion mounted the harulth that had been bought him. Similar to the oliphants of the Easterlings, they were smaller, and their feet cloven to cope with walking long distances over the harsh sands. He took the water skin from the slave who passed it up to him, before leaving Caras Galadron to find his rampant wife. Amongst his people, the male any female of a noble house lost their virginity to (also referred to as their First Blood) became their husband and ruling lord, and they were bound to serve them for all their days. He finished wrapping the indigo burnoose around his fair hair and tanned skin to protect his far seeing eyes from the sting of the sand, and continued on his way. It was time to reclaim what was his, for he had left it too long as it was. Lorasar may have slipped out of his grasp once, but she would not again. His wives, on smaller harulths behind him, all seven of them, followed in submissive silence. They would not speak, unless spoken to. They would not leave their husband's side unless he demanded it of them. He was their lord, and no other were permitted to even look upon their faces. Thin swathes of linen shrouded their faces, all but the smallest slither for their eyes, covered their heads, obscuring their acute hearing also. The procession rode on in silence, oblivious to the oppressive heat.

Lorasar woke with a start, having dreamt of a place of dry heat, and eight figures silhouetted against the moon. She quickly realised that she as not alone, and the events of the past few days came flooding back to her at the sight of the handsome elf stirring beside her, as he too awoke.

"Lorasar?" he murmured, barely able to think straight, at the feel of her naked skin pressed against his thigh, his chest, her hand entwined within his hair. She seemed distressed. "What is it?"

"Nothing Glorfindel. Just a bad dream is all." She snuggled back down next to him, content to just lie within the circle of his arms. He smiled down at her cheekily.

"What?" she asked, curious about his playful expression.

"Nothing, I've just thought of something." He said, before leaning down in to her ear, whispering something.

She laughed sinisterly at his words.

"Yes. I think that may work quite nicely," she said, before rolling over on top of him, and then getting up. He rose beside her, and both dressed quickly.

"Yes." Mused Glorfindel, his mind working rapidly on his plan, despite the fact that he couldn't tare his eyes away from Lorasar's slender form as she dressed. "This could work very nicely indeed!"

Elladan and Elrohir were rubbing their hands together cunningly, laughing to themselves as they made their way up the hall. They had been in their rooms with Allarah all night celebrating their victory. (although not in the way that they would have liked, as the stubborn and tormenting elleth still refused to sleep with them!) "It would seem, brother of mine, that we were successful!"

"Yes!" agreed Elrohir with his twin. "Glorfindel and Lorasar are together,"

"and with no repercussions upon us," commented Elladan, extremely pleased with themselves.

"As Glorfindel will be too blissfully happy in the arms of his lover to even think about punishing us!"

"Shall we see if Allarah would like to join us for a stroll to the happy couples rooms?" enquired Elladan.

"Yes, I think that would suit me quite well." Replied Elrohir cheekily bowing to a passing maid, who blushed and smiled at the exuberant princes behaviour.

It was then that two pairs of arms trapped the two of them in vice-like grips, and, swiftly bounding their hands, covered their mouths with their hands, and blindfolded the two, so quickly that they didn't even have a chance to fight back before both were so tightly bound they could do little more than release muffled cries of surprise. They felt their bodies being carried up the hall way, although to where they could only guess. They felt themselves being placed on a table, and heard the footsteps of one leave the room, only to feel the hands of the other removing both of them of their robes. They tried to fight, but it was impossible, their assailant was too strong. Once both were removed of their clothes, they both heard the sound of the seconds footsteps leaving the room, leaving both the brothers bound together on what they assumed was a table. Naked.

"Elrohir?" Elladan chanced in the empty room.

"Yes?"

"It would seem that our brilliant plan may have backfired, ahhhh…ever so slightly."

"You think?"

Elladan tested the bonds that bound his hands to Elrohirs. If he twisted his wrists this way…yes. The rope loosened just enough for him to slip his hand out. He hurriedly freed the other, before removing his blindfold.

"Elrohir, I'm free."

"So am I."

The two brothers turned to face each other. It was then they realised were they were. They were in the dining hall, with no clothes on, a scant few minutes before breakfast. Both looked at each other, before trying to throw themselves off the table to run from the room. It was then they noticed that their kidnapper had more foresight than either suspected. At the sign of their struggle, another rope had been tightened around eaches ankle, leaving both bound to the table, making both fall in a pile on top of each other. Elrohir sat up, finding himself face to face with a part of his brother that he had previously wished to never see. He then smirked.

"What?" demanded Elladan, trying to free his ankle from Elrohirs, as both were hopelessly twisted and tangled.

"Nothing," Elrohir replied with a grin, moving away from his brother to sit back atop the table.

"No, you quite clearly are grinning about something. What?"

"Well, you see, I just realised we aren't identical in every way."

"What do you mean?" Elladan asked cautiously, not liking where this was going.

"I'm bigger," replied Elrohir smugly. Elladan looked at himself, before staring at his brothers member.

"No you're not!" argued Elladan.

"I most certainly am!" returned Elrohir.

"That's not fair! I fell on the floor! It was cold!" reasoned Elladan.

"Well then, we'll measure it." Said Elrohir, determined to put an end to this contest, as it was quite obvious that he was bigger.

Elladan came to stand next to his brother, and both stopped to compare the two of them. It was then of course, that the entire court entered for breakfast, and were greeted by the sight of Elladan and Elrohir, stark naked, comparing the size of their penises. Glorfindel and Lorasar dutifully looked just as shocked as the rest of the court, innocently raising their eye brows.

"My sons, could you not have found a more appropriate place to become stark naked and compare yourselves?" enquired Elrond, having long ago given up trying to understand why his sons did the things they did, massaging his temples.

Allarah stared, her mouth half open. Erestor went to untie the two from the table leg.

"This is the second time in twenty four hours I have released someone from bonds. I'm rather beginning to make a habit of this," he commented wryly, as both twins quickly left the dining hall through the servants entrance, much to the delight of the maid who was approaching from the opposite way. As they left, they both heard Allarah's whisper, "Would you look at that! They aren't identical in every way!"

Both looked down at each other.

"Ahhhhhh…You want to consider this a tie?" asked Elrohir, content to put his clothes back on for once in his life.

"Yes."

Both brothers remained silent as they prepared to return to breakfast, this time with their clothes on.

"Elladan?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think now Allarah will sleep with us?"