Happy Belated Birthday to Mirfaen! Hope you get everything you wish for!

That is as close to an author's note as you guys are going to get. In the middle of remodeling but I did promise to get this up.

Chapter 3

Glorfindel rubbed his forehead wearily as they finally made it to the edge of the valley. It was only midmorning, but the journey seemed to have taken much longer. Erestor was mad at him again and an oppressive feeling seemed to fill the air around them. Glorfindel had fallen into an uneasy sleep last night waking early unable to find rest. He was pretty sure Erestor had taken it as a slight to his skills in watching their perimeter but Glorfindel was too anxious to assure the other elf it wasn't so.

Erestor stopped his mare dismounting. Glorfindel watched quietly as the dark haired elf searched through his saddlebags. "What are we doing here exactly?"

"This valley has changed." Erestor muttered as he searched before giving a triumphant shout. "A major flood destroyed the area and the maps need changed to show this. There is also a small plant that grows here that Elrond uses for healing. I will take a few seedlings for the garden."

Glorfindel looked about them shifting uneasily on his horse. The feeling that had been plaguing him all morning seemed to heighten. "Will this take long?"

Erestor's jaw clenched in annoyance. "The better part of a day."

Glorfindel shook his head, something was wrong. Unable to alleviate his fears he nudged Alysa forward. "I am going to scout the area. Call if you need any assistance."

"Fine." Erestor replied clipped.

Glorfindel didn't notice as he turned Alysa before cantering down the side of the field.

(LOTRLOTR)

Erestor stretched as he put the last of the changed maps into his saddlebags. It was only midday and he had made good progress. Now he had only to collect the seedlings then he and Glorfindel could head home.

Of course that is if he could find the Vanya.

Glorfindel had disappeared since their arrival. It was probably for the best as it was no doubt they would likely be at each other's throats by now.

Erestor walked along the edge of the field, Meril following behind him, as he looked for the plants that Elrond had asked him to bring back. He found a small patch relatively quickly under a tall elm. He had just finished packing the last of the plants in his saddlebags when suddenly Glorfindel raced up to them.

"We have to go now." Glorfindel informed tightly.

Erestor frowned. "Why?"

"Something is coming our way. I can feel it. We have to go. Now." Glorfindel looked about them worriedly before turning back to him. "Please for once Erestor please just don't argue with me."

Erestor could feel the unease radiating off the older elf. He nodded swinging up quickly on his horse. Glorfindel's urgency cut any arguments he may have had. He followed the older elf as Glorfindel quickly urged Alysa into a canter. Now that he was paying attention he to could feel something was not quiet right. He looked about them as he followed on the elder elf's heels. Erestor paced Meril alongside of Alysa. The Vanya seemed to push the horses even faster.

The air around them suddenly seemed to go still. Glorfindel reined his horse to a halt looking around them. There was no noise. No birds, no insects, nothing but silence. Clouds, black as midnight, suddenly rolled in blocking the warm light of the sun. Alysa and Meril shifted violently underneath them nearly throwing the two elves to the ground in immediate fear. Their eyes rolled white in panic as they reared and plunged trying to bolt. It took everything both elves had to stay on and bring the horses under control.

"Glorfindel? What is it?" Erestor asked quietly even though his voice seemed loud in the sudden silence.

"We have to find shelter now." Glorfindel commanded.

Erestor bit his lip a second. "There's a cave a league from here to the south or at least there was twelve years ago."

"Lead on, hurry."

Erestor turned the horses and swiftly made his way to where he knew the cave to be. Glorfindel followed swiftly constantly watching around them. The wind had picked up in speed blowing their hair and clothes askew. At times the force was nearly enough to send them and the horses to the ground. They were within sight of the cave when Glorfindel suddenly swore.

"Sweet Elbereth!"

Erestor turned to find out what had drew the Vanya's attention. He looked up in growing horror at the dark column of clouds that swiftly took form in the shape of a funnel. "By the Valar!"