A/N: Heya, here's chapter 4. Sorry it's been taking me so long to update. But good news, at the end of January I finish exams (that's what's mainly been slowing me up), so I should be updating faster after that. Also, this chapter was originally twice as long, but for several reasons I turned it into two chapters, so the next one should be here in a week. Oh, and the review responses are at the end of the fic this time. Well, I'll stop talking now and let you read.

Chapter 4:

Glorfindel and Narelda ran laughing into Glorfindel's room. Glorfindel's room was far better furnished than Narelda's guest chambers. There was a large double bed, a large, very untidy desk and a tall, thin mirror against one of the pale blue walls. Slightly off to one side was a lounge area with three large, comfortable chairs. Two of the chairs faced each other, and between them was a handsomely carved chess set. There was a door leading off to the balcony. Glorfindel smiled, and stood by her bed. "Thank you for tonight, Narelda."

Narelda walked over and wrapped his arms around her. "T'was my pleasure," and then he leaned forward and whispered into her ear "I love you."

Glorfindel hesitated. It was odd, but they had never exchanged these words before now. "I, I love you too."

Narelda smiled and trailed kisses from her mouth down her neck. His hand slid from her thigh up her body. She felt him loosen the ties on her tunic. She froze: did she really want this? Did she really want this NOW? Narelda's light nip on the sensitive point of her ear, and the thrill of pleasure that this sent through her body answered her question.

She quickly unbuttoned his tunic. Once hers was disposed of, and she had pushed his off his shoulders, she ran her hand over his bare chest, wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed him.

She never recalled discarding her boots and leggings, or falling on the bed. She did remember the feeling of having Narelda, though, and what followed.

Glorfindel was burning. She could feel the unbearable heat. She could smell it: her flesh was burning. She could see it: her skin melting and the flames that surrounded her, until her vision failed. She could hear it: screams of agony in her ears.

The only thing she knew before blissful death took her was the pain, the unbearable, burning pain.

Glorfindel sat bolt upright in her bed.

She took several deep gulps of air, her breath coming rapidly. Sweat covered her body, and she shakily placed her head into her hands. She was shaking violently and trying not to sob. She had not dreamt about her death for centuries, in fact only twice since coming to Imladris. Both times she had been very upset about something, but now?...

She slowly raised her head, and looked to Narelda beside her. He was still asleep. She felt a strong urge to wake him and seek comfort from him. She stretched out her hand, but froze just before she touched him. She wanted comfort, she realized, but not from him. He could probably help her forget about her troubles, for a short while, but that was not what she wanted.

Suddenly, she felt silly, wanting to wake him like a frightened elfling. She quickly pulled back her hand. She was Glorfindel, the Balrog slayer, not some silly little girl frightened by bad dreams!

She lay back down and tried to relax, to go back to sleep, but found that she couldn't. Finally, realising that she wasn't going to fall asleep, she got up, threw on a thin over-gown and stood by the window. She remained there, looking out until the eastern sky began to brighten. As the sun rose over the Misty Mountains?, she stood there and watched Imladris come to life until her lover woke.

Erestor sat with Glorfindel and Elrond in a meeting which was rapidly drawing to a close. Every month, a meeting was held between Elrond and his two seneschals, which covered the general running of Imladris. Reports were given, and arrangements were made. Glorfindel was in charge of Imladris' security, while Erestor's responsibility lay with the household.

Erestor looked out of the corner of his eye, to Glorfindel. She had been late this morning. She had dashed in thirty minutes after they had begun and made some hasty apologies. Elrond just gave her a long look, and then proceeded. Erestor had merely glared at her.

As the meeting progressed, he noticed that Glorfindel was paying even less attention to the meeting than normal. Her moods oscillated between dreamy happiness and glum reverie. He found it very distracting.

Elrond closed the meeting by reminding them of a meeting between the three of them and Thranduil later that week, a simple meeting about the arrangements for the departure of the woodland king and Mirear's apprenticeship. When the meeting broke up, the two seneschals walked down the corridor together.

Glorfindel was quiet, lost deep in thought, paying absolutely no attention to where she was walking. This was unusual behaviour for the energetic she-elf.

"You are very quiet," he attempted, hoping that it didn't sound like he was asking what was wrong. He got no reply. He mentally shook his head. He was probably as likely to get her attention as he would have getting Mirear's when she was reading a book. In fact, this would be tested when they passed the library.

One of Glorfindel's novices ran straight into her. She was knocked over backwards, only prevented from landing on her back by Erestor's steadying hands under her arms. The novice was not so fortunate; she went sprawling onto her back. Groaning quietly, she slowly looked up. Upon seeing a disgruntled Erestor holding up a slightly puzzled Glorfindel, she leapt to her feet, made some hasty apologies and all but fled to complete her errand. Erestor turned back to Glorfindel once the novice had run round the corner. As he looked down at her, he caught her scent and resisted burying his nose in her neck to smell her. She smelled a lot like cinnamon, unlike most of the she-elves, who used floral soaps. She had special asked not to have flower-scented soup (something about not wanting 'to smell like a centre-piece'). He remembered her telling him how she preferred the smells of spices and fruits to flowers. In fact, it was just after she had noticed that he too favoured desserts containing cinnamon. He did not doubt that it was an unconscious reaction to her.

"You may release me now"

"Pardon?" He just stopped himself blinking in surprise at her comment.

"I wish to stand," she stated, drawing his attention to the fact that he still held her. He rather hesitantly released her, dragging more than lifting his finger off her arm.

Glorfindel straightened herself, smiling slightly, and looked down the corridor. "I believe you scared her away."

"I believe you normally pay attention to your surroundings. Glorfindel, what is on your mind?"

"'Tis not much." Erestor raised a disbelieving eyebrow, causing Glorfindel to grin. Her face grew serious, however, when she spoke again. "I merely had a bad dream."

Erestor frowned inwardly. "A bad dream?"

Glorfindel nodded. "About my death."

This time Erestor frowned openly. "Why?" he queried. Noticing that some servants were taking a little too much interest in their conversation, he opened the library door. A glare sent them fleeing; but still, hallways were not the place for private conversations.

Nobody would be in library so early in the day.

Glorfindel, barely noticing, walked through the door. She continued talking as they walked between the tall book-shelves. "I do not know. I can't think of anything that upset me." She smiled to herself. "In fact, yesterday was a perfectly wonderful day with Narelda." Erestor stifled a groan, and his stomach twisted. Agonised, he listened to her talk about Narelda; how wonderful he was and how much they kissed. The only reason he was able to deal with this topic, which thankful came up rarely now, was because he loved the expression that crossed her face every time she talked about it. He only wished that it was because of him. What came next, though, he would never endure. "And Narelda made sure my night was extremely pleasurable."

Erestor felt like the twins had just tipped freezing water over him. Erestor stopped, just next to a large window, and turned around slowly.

"You-," Erestor began, but he froze before he finished. Glorfindel, seeing his eyes looking past her, turned. Mirear was sitting in a comfortable chair by the window, her eyes fixed on the pages of the book in front of her. Thinking that she wouldn't notice them, they turned back to their discussion.

"You slept with him?"

"Yes, but-"

"How could you? You meet an elf and barely a fortnight later he is in your bed!" His voice rose slightly as he continued, but it sounded unnervingly calm.

Glorfindel looked up in shock, but her expression hardened. "What right do you have to question and pry into my private affairs?"

"You told me!"

"You asked!" They were both shouting by now. "If you do not wish to know, do not ask."

"If you do not wish me to know then you should not have told me. I, unlike you, do not pry into others affairs without good cause."

Glorfindel, failing to find a response that wouldn't result in them shouting "You told me", "You asked" at each other, chose a different tactic.

"I do not understand why you refuse to give Narelda a chance."

"Why do you give him so much affection? Glorfindel, you have known him for two weeks and you are already sleeping with him." She stared at him for a while, trying to think of a reply to end this.

"At least I am willing to show some affection to others."

"At least I do not sleep with anyone who gives me a little attention, like some human whore." As he watched her face redden, part of Erestor (apparently the sarcastic part) clapped its hands and congratulated him on doing such a wonderful job.

Suddenly he felt something very hard hit him on the jaw. Turning his head back he saw a fuming Glorfindel, with one hand balled into a fist. He had very rarely seen her so angry and it was a sight he would rather avoid. Furious and hurt, Glorfindel spun round and left. How dare he say such things to her. She had hoped that he would help, make her feel better, or just tell her that she was being silly over one little dream, but instead he had ignored the dream and just shouted at her. She had always liked talking to Erestor, it just seemed so natural, but if he didn't want to help…

Nursing his jaw, Erestor also turned, and walked through the library to his office.

Once they had both left, Mirear sighed and started reading her book.

End of Chapter 4.

There you go people. This is where things really start going badly. The next chapter should be here in a week (I got locked out the house yesterday for about 3 hours. Got a lot of writing done.), and we'll hear from Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas. Well have fun, till next time. All reviews are welcome, as long as there not flames (unconstructive, unnecessary, offensive, criticism), but constructive criticism is welcome.

Cosmic Dancer: I'm so sorry I didn't reply to your last review. I'd typed it up and sent it to my brother by the time you reviewed. So this time I'll give you two responses. :D I'll keep some aspects of Glorfindel's character the same and others different.

Cosmic Dancer: What's with all the difficult questions? What is this, a biology class!?!? Hehe, only joking. Well as they have Kings, Lords and ranks I'm guessing they do have SOME kind of class structure. Whether it means that their breaking some kind of taboo, well, they might be. But I talked to Just Bob (bro) and we agreed that as elves live for so long that they won't be so strict. It was mainly Erestor being spiteful. Hope that makes sense. Oh yeah, and Elrond's comment about it coming to nothing was supposed to be kinda, well, wrong.

Haldir's Heart and Soul: You think he's being a fool now? Just wait and read. He's doesn't make the best decisions as the fic progresses.