"I didn't mean knock her out!" cried Elladan, exasperated. "Are we gonna get it when she wakes up."

"I don't know," said Elrohir, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I sort of like her this way. She doesn't threaten to kill us, leave us naked in public places or drive us half mad with desire."

"True" agreed Elladan, before saying "but she's so much more fun awake."

"Fair enough," said Elrohir, backing away slowly, "If you want her awake then, feel free brother!" and with that, he turned and ran as fast and as far as he could, knowing that if Allarah caught him, he would pay in blood!

(&&Lorasar turned to Sahara, and held a finger to her lips. "Shh…"she hissed, as she lithely dismounted, pulling Sahara with her, into the low lying shrubbery that bordered the forrest and hill lands between the shifting sands and the edge of civilization. ":They are right in front of us."

"How do you intend to take Galadrion?" Sahara asked, her voice wavering slightly on his name. after years of referring to him as 'my lord' it seemed that old habits died hard.

" I'll creep around behind the back of the camp, and take him by surprise. I 'll fight him, and then we'll take him and Glorfindel back to Imladris, with Galadrion trussed up like a deer for the roasting spit. But I need you to stay hidden."

Sahara made as if to protest, but was abruptly cut off by Lorasar whispering again "I need you to cut Glorfindels bonds and return to Erestor should I…"her voice faltered. She swallowed before continuing. "Should I not live through this battle. But if I die, I intend to take him with me." Lorasar finished determinedly, a cold fire settling over her entire body, that had little to do with the frigid, darkening sky. Sahara nodded determinedly. Lorasar clasped her shoulder in fare well, before creeping behind the camp, and the sleeping harulths to where the camp sight was. She drew her sword, and stepped in to the clearing, to find no one but Glorfindel, who lay bound and gagged. At the sight of her beloved lying so, she rushed over to him, and untied his gag. He tried to stop her. His gag finally fell from his lips as her blade sliced through it, and he instantly started to try to warn her. "Lorasar. You must hide yourself, get back in the shadows before…"he stopped abruptly. "Before what?"she asked, knowing that she would not like the answer.

"Before I come back, weak one?" sneered a new voice, as Galadrion stepped out of the shadows, dragging Sahara with him. She struggled, but she seemed to have something in her hand…

Lorasar threw herself away from Glorfindel towards her sword, only to be stopped by Galadrions loud cry of "Halt!"

"keep moving, Lost One, and She Who Weeps Pale Tears will become She Whose Blood Stains the Sands." Lorasar froze. Her blade was where she had thrown it after she had taken the gag from Glorfindel, and now she was defenseless, against an enemy that she had dreamt of facing, blade in hand her entire life. "A real Ellon would allow me to pick up my sword and fight. A male with honor would not attack an undefended adversary. Where is the sport in that Galadrion?" his saw little but red, as he threw Sahara to the side, advancing on Lorasar, who now scrambled to recover her sword, her fingers slipping the sand. "You will address me as your master once more Lost One, whether I have to beat you into submission or not!" and he drew his own blade upon her. She whipped around, in time to meet his powerful downward swing with her recovered blade, with a clash that echoed through the near dunes, awaking the harulths, and sending many of them scattering. She was on her knees, and could do little to attack, but she held her position, fighting him back. She was the superior swordsman, but her thin eldar blade was little match for his thick desert Salamanca, at least twice the width of hers, and just as strong. She did what she could, but his superior strength behind his blows began to weaken her, and she did not know how much longer she could fight back for. She managed to throw him off, long enough to stagger to her feet, bleeding from a dozen small cuts that she hadn't realized she had taken. Galadrion bled heavily from his right shoulder, where Lorasar had cut him deeply in her attempts to disarm him. Galadrion was shocked at first at the depth of skill that Lorasar had, for she was blocking his attacks easily, but he knew he had the superior strength. They were both weakening, but Galadrion had just a little more strength than her left. He advanced one more time, intending it to be his last, intent upon making her bow in submission, or taken her blood for it, and his blade collided with hers, with such strength, that it was forced from her hands, and she was once more left without a weapon.

He taunted her, coming closer, laughing at her, before taking her chin between his hands and forcing her to look at him, a malevolent glint in his eye. "As punishment for defying me, wife , your love will be forced to watch me take you, and then, I will leave him for the scavengers of the night to pick clean, and you will have to live knowing your foolishness caused his own de…" he stuttered short, before slackening, and falling on to her, his heavy body pinning hers down, and she had not the strength to move it, as her blood continued to seep into the sand. Sahara lowered the blow pipe from her lips, and stared at the small black dart that lay imbedded in the back of Galadrions head. The tiny point had pierced his skull, and he had lapsed in to a sleep so deep that he could not hope to wake up whole, the poison spreading, in direct contact with his brain, and no matter how his body would fight it, the poison had been designed to be used against elves, and he was too weak from loss of blood to combat it. His last breathe left his body in a death rattle that Lorasar was too weak to feel. Sahara hurried over to Glorfindel, and cut the last of his binds, and he threw himself from where he had been lying in the sands to where Lorasar lay, ignoring the pain of blood rushing back to numb limbs. He threw Galadrions lifeless body from her, and was distressed by the amount of blood that flowered across her clothing. Sahara came over, removing her face veil. She used it to bind the largest of Lorasars wounds, a deep gash on her thigh, that had threatened to severe an artery. Glorfindel looked over to Sahara, clasping her shoulder. "Thank you." he said, nodding to her. She nodded back. "We have to get her back to Imladris" she said. "There are horses over the last rise". Glorfindel scooped her up in to his arms, ignoring the pain, and placed her upon a horse before him. Sahara mounted one of the remaining harulths. "Take her to the city. I'll follow as fast as I can." Glorfindel looked from the bleeding Lorasar to Sahara, who, in the last nine minutes, had begun to live. Erestor would kill him for leaving her on her own in an unknown land. He dismounted. "Go. Get up behind her, and hold her in place. The horse knows where to go. He'll see you safely home. Hold tightly. I will follow." Sahara tried to argue, "you are the better rider!"

Glorfindel cut her off "But you need to get back to Erestor. And if he hasn't told you already, than he is a fool. He loves you." Glorfindel took advantage of the fact that she looked at him in shock (how did he know!) and slapped the horses rear, driving it forward. And from there, all Sahara could do was hang on tightly. Glorfindel watched them ride away, his heart heavy, before slinging Galadrions body across the back of a harulths, and mounting it. But, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get the stupid beast to move a step forward. It turned and looked at him, chewing docilely upon a piece of shrubbery. Glorfindel glared at the hairy creature. It had been a long day.

Authors note.

;See, long chapter! And have no fear, the story isn't finished yet.

Don't you all want to know which tree the twins end up strung from? Or how things turn out with Erestor and Sahara, and the other wives and if Lorasar lives? (of course she lives you fools. Lol) but got a way to go that, leave a contribution in th little box please!

Last Temptation of Homer: not , just hopeful! Lol. I love feedback. And I completely agree with you. We need more obscure characters fiction. You know what, most of those characters are all the older male types, so I'm surprised there aren‎ more of them. Experience male and all that, surely there is potential for some kind of mary sue or fluff or something that vaguely resembles a plot…but nooooo! Lol.

Crecy: my faithful reader! Has been with me right from the beginning. I love your reviews. They almost always make me laugh. Lol. Will you keep writing your story about Glorfindel? I found it the other day, and loved it!

The faerie enchantress: ta. I would turn on the annonymus thing, but I don't actually know how. Lol. Still navigating the sight.lol

madrone: as for Sahara coming into her own, it's only just beginning! Lol. It can only get better from here! Lol

And Silmaren, thanks for the long review. I love long reviews, and yeah, you did get the right sotyr. The one with the male, and the female….and some other people…lol

And to all my other reviewers. I love you all! But I ran out of time.lol.enjoy