Galdrion mounted the steps to the Hall of Fire, his eyes focused on the group of elves that stood to great him, but his mind still on the balcony where the frozen figure of Lorasar stood.

"Foreigner, you are made welcome to Imladris. What is it that you have some seeking so intently?" inquired Elrond, somewhat tensely. He knew exactly why he had come, but everyone else did not. Also, he needed to make his declaration publicly.

"I come seeking my wife, the one you call Lorasar, who fled from my lands many years ago. she belongs to me, and I desire to have her back."

Uneasy whispers flew around the small gathering.

"The Lady Lorasar is of a mind to make her own decisions, there fore it is her you should be addressing, not myself. Her and her husband, the Lord Glorfindel of Imladris."

Galdrion visibly tensed, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles white against his flesh in his fury.

"I would see her. Call her forth to me."

"You must rest after your long journey. No doubt your wives are weary."

"DO NOT TURN YOU ATTENTION AND FOREIGN CUSTOMS TO MY WIVES, PALE LORD! THEY ARE MINE, AND WILL TAKE RESPITE WHEN I SEE FIT FOR THEM TOO! BRING ME LORASAR!" he commanded, screaming in his frustration.

All present had clear expression of anger upon their faces, determined to run their own sword through this disrespectful sand runner.

Lord Elrond remained unimpressed. "Lorasar will see you after evening meal, Galdrion of Cahras Galadron, as will her husband. I suggest that you make your presence scarce until then. My sons Elladan and Elrohir will show you to your rooms,"

The two stepped forward, their faces devoid of their usual good humour, and began to lead his entourage down the hall.

"My wives will be bedded down in the stables, with my beasts. I do not wish for them to be chilled, or I will have nothing to carry me out of this cursed place."

Lord Elrond let his control waver for a second, before replacing his sternly set features with a scowl.

"You wives will be bedded in rooms by yours, Galdrion, the hospitality of Imladris shall not be compromised. Now be gone with you, before I make you sleep in the stables."

Galdrion turned and left with as much dignity as he could muster, his face red. His wives followed after him, cowering under their scarves and veils.

It was then that Sahara mounted the dais, Rumil beside her.

"My Lord, this is the Lady Sahara. She was formerly one of Galdrions wives, but has divorced him under the laws of our people. She has accompanied us to view the great libraries of Imladris."

Elrond smiled, despite himself at the small elleth before him, who wore little of her native garb, but for a thin scarf obscuring her mouth. "Of course, little one. You are welcome amongst us. Rumil, you are familiar with these halls I believe, please take her to her rooms to refresh herself, and then show her the library"

Rumil led the shyly smiling maiden off with him in to the corridors. Elrond turned to his remaining advisors. "Have guards placed at every corridor. I will not have the safety of Imladris nor any of Her guests placed in jeopardy by this foreigner." He turned and left in to another corridor. He had much to speak of with Lorasar and Glorfindel before this eve.

Erestor sat at his large desk, surrounded by papers and scrolls, his quill poised above the parchment to write, when a muted sound reached his sharp ears. He looked up to see a slight figure searching amongst the shelves, handling the volumes with a reverence he had never seen in any but himself. He stood, clearing his throat quietly. She whipped around to face him, before tensing, the fear on her face evident. Had she done something wrong? Who was this male who looked so at home amongst the scrolls, that he was ill at ease in the presence of others. He reached his hand out to her, making his way over. Seeing her flinch away from his touch, he immediately took his hand away.

"Can I help you small one? Is there something that you are looking for?"

She shook her head quickly. "N-no", she stammered, her eyes darting around the room, sometimes staring, it seemed, right in to his very soul, other times averted to the floor. "I was just looking. Lord Elrond bid me leave to browse his library."

Erestor smiled tentively, for in truth, he was shy when it came to dealing with elleths, yet there was something about this one that called to his soul, her gentle figures as she handled the books, her quiet voice that was at home amongst the scrolls, that the very parchment seemed to absorb its sweet tones. He wished that he could see her face unobscured, for he thought she would be a beauty indeed. Shaking such musings from his head, he introduced himself.

"I am Erestor, the keeper of the volumes within these halls, and you are welcome here. If I can help you in any way, please let me know." He left her to browse the halls then, and returned to his work. Shyly, Sahara looked down at the book she clutched so tightly to her chest, as though it were a shield from this males hand, before she tentively approached the large desk were this quiet and enigmatic ellon sat.

"I am Sahara," she said quietly, her fear abating at the warmth she saw in his eyes.

"And you are welcome. If I can be of any service to you, do not hesitate to ask. My door, and this library is always open to you." Her eyes brightened, and he thought she must be smiling under her thin veil. He felt strangely at ease in this maids presence. It was a feeling he felt with few others. Glorfindel, Elrond, the twins, even the Ladies Lorasar and Allarah, but never had it effected him in quite a poignant way before. She returned to the shelves, and he to his work, the silence not empty, but a comforting and soothing presence to both, words not needed as both relaxed in the others company, Erestor's gentle voice and soothing presence a balm to her broken spirit, and her quiet elegance and grace an enlightening one for him. they both concentrated on their study, but every so often, ones eyes would dart up to watch the other, their eyes wandering over a curve, a delicate feature, a pointed ear. Erestor eventually found himself looking at her more often then he did at his work, and finally, their eyes met as both looked up to watch the other, and both looked away embaressed. She stood up to leave.

"My Lord Erestor, may I take this volume back to my rooms with me?" she enquired quietly, too afraid at the strange courage that had taken her, that she would address a male on her own, to realise the look of open adoration that Erestor was unknowingly giving her.

"You may, and should I dare to hope to see you amongst the shelves again this evening?" he asked, his long years and wisdom failing him, making him little more than an unsure elfing, too caught up by a pretty maid to notice anything more around him.

"If I am welcome, my lord?" she asked tentively, her hands gripping the volume to her, afraid to let go of the book, else her hands reached out to this kind stranger. He smiled.

"Erestor, my lady, always Erestor. And you are always welcome," he said warmly, before letting his gaze follow her from the room. Before she had left completely, he heard a soft whisper.

"Sahara, Erestor. To you, only Sahara."

Erestor smiled, and knowing he would not be able to concentrate any more this afternoon, he left his study for his personal chambers, and threw himself across his bed, where he fell in to a restful sleep, dreaming of a pair of green eyes, and dark skin, and gentle hands upon his lonely body, and her voice whispering in to his longing ear. He could hardly stay his patience till he would see her again that night. For what had passed between the two that silent afternoon was so sudden and so swift an answer to his silent prayers that he hardly hoped them to be real. He waited.

A/N yay! Erestor isn't lonely! Happy day, he's found somebody to love. Thankyou again for all my reviews. I love reading reviews, and the longer the better! Lol (Crecy, I have seen your reviews for other stories, and am very flattered that I rated two paragraphs. It was almost as good as Glorfindel rocking up on my door step, smothered in chocolate. But you can see how your review rates a close second to that, right. What would you do! Lol.)

Thankyou to everyone else. Keep the feed back coming, am open to all ideas and suggestion. I know Allarah wasn't in this chapter, but she'll be back. (Allarah is currently locked in the closet screaming because I wouldn't let her in this chapter, so I'd better go let her out. Or at least I'll put the twins in there with her. Lol.

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