NOTE:

Thanks to the reviewers! Yay! I feel loved! Speaking of which, I love this. It's like the opposite of the damsel I distress. Glory in distress. An interesting way to see him. Big Bad Lorasar will have to ride in on her noble steed and save the day! Oh and by the way, Galdrion will be in little pieces soon, so if any one wants one as a souvenir, please leave a review requesting in the little box.

Glorfindel rode on. Where, he didn't know. His head was so full of his own thoughts that he couldn't see where he was going, nor where he had been. He was so confused about the whole Galdrion situation, and he didn't know what to do. When he had left that afternoon, he had resolved to send him on his way, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that that was something Lorasar had to do for herself. His horse Agenothee rode on, aware of the lack of control his master had, until a new scent upon the wind caught his attention. He slowed, and pawed the ground nervously, breaking Glorfindel out of his reverie. He looked around him in confusion. A voice whispered its way through the trees, like the sands of upon the desert wind, causing Glorfindel to reach for his sword, but finding none. Cursing his own absentmindedness, he turned his horse back the way they had come, and set heels to his flanks, driving him away from whatever he could feel, coming ever closer. He had not gone more than a few steps, before his horse reared, a small black dart protruding from his shoulder, and began to lethargically amble, before dropping to the ground. Having kept his seat through most of the rearing, Glorfindel leapt free as Agenothee fell to the ground, rolling to a stop, and leaping back to his feet, before a small black dart flew past, embedding itself into a tree behind him. He turned again, narrowly missing a second, before catching a third in his hand before it hit his head. The darts sharp point had just barely pierced the flesh of his palm, and slowly, he could feel his world dissolving. He struggled, to keep his eyes open, to fight off the heaviness that was taking over his limbs, before he too dropped to the ground, and before his eyes fluttered closed, he saw the laughing eyes of Galdrion sneering down at him.

Lorasar waited for Glorfindel. They had been due to go and talk with Elrond for more than an hour past. Minutes became hours, and hours became near a full afternoon, and still he did not come. As the sunlight quickly began to vanish throughout the forest, a slow feeling of dread, that had been growing ever present through out the afternoon began to curl through her. It was then she recalled Galdrions words, 'an accident…'Throwing herself off of the sidan in their rooms, she made her way to Elrond's rooms. She knocked, and then opened the door. Elrond sat behind a large table, and smiled when she came in.

"Lorasar. I have been waiting for you and Glorfindel for near half a day. What has kept you? Please do not tell me that it was another 'problem with the plumbing in your rooms', because I know very well that last time…"he broke off, his jovial mood gone, as he saw the anxiety play across her features briefly. "What is the problem Lorasar? where is Glorfindel?"

Unable to sit still, she paced the room. "Have you seen Galdrion at all?" she asked, her hands curling into tight fists, as she fought for control.

Awareness dawned upon Elrond.

"Not since yesterday. He said he was riding East, to inspect the lands of Imladris. I sent an escort…"

It was then that a guard burst in to the room. "My Lord, the two riders you sent with the Sand runner's horses have returned, with no riders. Closer inspection revealed the two guards just outside the city gates, with small black darts in their back and chest." the guard held out a palm, the darts resting there. Lorasar threw herself over to him, and snatched them from his fingers.

"Don't touch the points!" she snapped. She turned to Elrond. "These darts contain a poison that, upon contact with the blood stream, causes a sleep that will last for an eternity if the dart is not removed. It was specially designed for eledhel, from a plant of my country, named Rauwolfia Serpentina. Glorfindel has been gone all afternoon, and he knew he had to be back for this appointment. Something has happened to him Elrond, and even you can not deny the extremity of what Galdrion has done! I am going after him. And Valar help him if I reach him before your men do Elrond!"

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Elladan, Elrohir and Allarah sat outside the library, fast asleep. Allarah was firmly sandwiched between the two of them, as they had no intention of ever letting her go again, given her tendency to run in the opposite direction with their clothes. At the sound of foot falls in the hall, Allarah looked up drowsily when Lorasar stormed past.

"Lorasar! What is it?" she called after her. Lorasar turned, and the look of such cold fury upon her face left Allarah momentarily speechless.

"Where is Sahara!" she demanded, before storming back to them. The twins woke, blinking their eyes sleepily.

"What?" murmured Elladan, still half asleep. Lorasar stooped down, grabbing him by the collar, and hauled him up against the door.

"You heard me! Where is she! Galdrion has taken Glorfindel, and she will know what he will do! The other wives refuse to speak, so she is my only other choice. Where is she!"

Speechless, the three pointed to the door they leant against, mouths open. Lorasar threw her weight against the door, turning the lock as she did so, and she burst in to the room. Erestor and Sahara looked up from where they were curled up on a rug in front of the fire, also blinking sleepily. Not registering much of anything, including the fact that Sahara had no face veil on, nor that Erestors robes were disheveled, as was both their hair, she stood before the two.

"Where would Galdrion go?" She demanded. Sahara looked up at her, confused, and Erestor frowned.

"What is wrong Lorasar?" he asked, sitting up.

"Galdrion has taken Glorfindel. Now where would he go?"

Sahara's face turned white, before she looked up at Lorasar, saying softly "Cahras Galadron. The Dessert lands'.

Rauwaulfia Serpentina: an evergreen plant that grows mainly in hot climates, is used as a base in every single tranquilizer known to mankind. I used it in my story, even though it is from earth. Forgive me, but I love using real things in my stories. Next chapter will be up in 3 days or so love you all.