A/N:Thank You Lady Anck-su-Naman for your review, it's great to hear from you again!

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She returned to the library every day, the books filling her with tales of the ages and her peoples knowledge, restoring a little of her hope, as did her silent companion, who at times, seemed just as tortured as she was. She had not learnt his name, but as she did not offer hers, she did not see any thing wrong with this. In small amounts, she began to eat a little. Enough to keep her upright enough to read the tomes. She felt a familiar ache settle over her body once more, as her strength gradually returned each morning. To be outside, and dance, to lose herself in the labyrinth of wonder and ecstasy she found within the turns of her dance. But she did not give into this urge.

The darkness that followed after each dance was too great for her to shoulder again. She was no longer fading, but she was far from living her life again. Her wrist guards stayed on, covering new wounds, made almost daily with the shards of a mirror that had broken on her second day here, but the wounds began to get smaller, and shallower, for she no longer felt the need to draw such quantities of her own blood. Slowly, she was beginning to fit back inside her own skin.

It was the dark elf in the corner that finally suggested she return outside, with Glorfindel waiting to escort her. He was gentle, and softly spoken, and his silence made her comfortable in much the same way that Glorfindels goodness did. But there was something distinctly different about the comforts both seemed to offer.

"It is time you went outside again, arwenamin. The sun will do you the world of good."

She looked up to see him standing with Glorfindel. Having not the will to argue as she once would have,

she reluctantly put down the book she had been reading, before rising. She slowly made her way over to the door with Glorfindel. He led her into the gardens, that she had once looked upon in a brief semblance of joy, before allowing her to fit at a bench near a tree. She jerked her head up in shock at the sound of laughter filtering from a nearby bush, before two figures tumbled out, dusting themselves off.

Glorfindel just shook his head. The mass move of all elves here had meant that Elladan, Elrohir, Rumil, Orophin and Legolas had all the maidens of three kingdoms to woo, and they had lost no time in beginning. It was Rumil who was pulling sprigs of greenery from his hair, and the elleth who accompanied him, which was none other than…Glorfindels eyes widened. His own daughter! His face turned a slight red, before he stalked over to the two of them, leaving Alimra on the bench.

"Ellon! Unhand my daughter before I cut them off!" he growled, his daughter Isara smiling at him.

"Father, Rumil has been courting me for the last year and a half. Did mother not tell you?" she said, as Rumil wrapped his arms around her, but only to quickly return his arms to his sides at the glare that Glorfindel sent his way.

"I have only the most honorable intentions towards your daughter Lord!" he declared, standing tall.

"Which is why you saw fit to defile her in a public garden, in front of any who might pass! She is but a hundred and twenty nine years old! A child! " he growled, advancing on the helpless looking Rumil.

"Adar! Stop it!" Isara said, coming to stand in between the two ellons. " You know that the eldar mature more rapidly in Caer Loera, due to the ancient magic concentrated here! I have been the physical and mental equivalent 'of age' since my eightieth year. We are to be bound!"

Glorfindel stood in shock, before raising his hand to his forehead, pinching the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Rumil, I am a generous elf….I shall give you a count of ten to escape before I prevent you from ever having children."

Alimra watched this scene unfolding with amusement, and felt a strange feeling bubbling up inside her.

Isara just shook her head, and pulled Rumil back, who had been about to run. "Father! I am not joking. Stop scaring Rumil. Do you have any idea how long I have waited for him?"

"Not half as long as it will take me to cut off his…"

"Ädar!"

Glorfindel just shook his head, a defeated ellon. His beloved daughter was to be bound. "Rumil, if you should even glace at another elleth, you will wish you had run on this day, you understand me?"

Rumil nodded emphatically, placing his arm around Isara's shoulder protectively. "Believe me, my lord, I would never let her go now I have found her."

Glorfindel just shook his head. He needed a drink. And to talk to his wife… "Go. And I hope that next time you choose to defile my daughter, I will be at least be far enough away to be blissfully ignorant."

The two left, giggling, and he turned back, and upon seeing Alimra, quickly made his way back over.

"My lady, I apologize for…." He was abruptly cut off, as he realized that she was fighting a smile. And then he smiled himself. Her smile was contagious, but shaky, as though she were unsure of how to smile after so long.

"She is my daughter from an old match, a hundred and thirty years ago. Her mother and I were to be wed, but she fell before we could. I do not think we were in love, but we did love each other. She is my only daughter."

Alimra nodded, before rising on her own, and began to wander around the garden.

Glorfindel shook his head to himself. Bless Erestor. Some time in the gardens, amongst the people was what she needed after all. He led her back to her rooms, were he left her for the night, and she slept soundly for the night, for the first time in six years. Erestor looked over at her from his post beside her bed in the dead of night, and almost allowed a small smile to slip past his lips.