Okay, another chapter. More of our beloved Balrog Slayer… more of his torture. Really, what more could you possibly want?

The morning began with the chirps of many birds and a brilliant sunrise. The weak, pale beams of sunlight eased over the peaks of the mountains in the far distance and illuminated the forests and plains of Imladris. A moment's peace had fallen over the elven haven, one that was most deserved. The news of Mithrandir's fall had come only a week earlier and all still keenly felt the loss of the wise wizard, but the mourning was put aside as hope was unearthed under the grief. The Fellowship had endeavored into and triumphed over Moria's darkness, and they were in the safe land of Lothlorien. There, they would rest, overcome their grief, and then travel on with the Lady's blessing.

Glorfindel arose early that morning, entangled in his sheets. Elven dreams faded from before his sight and he rolled over and stood up. He surveyed his chamber, letting out a sigh. It was a good morning, he thought as he took a deep lungful of the fresh air filtering through the slit he had left the door ajar the previous night. He splashed cool water onto his face from the bowl on his bedside table and wandered to his wardrobe, picking out a rather stunning and handsome green robe. He held it to himself and then tossed it onto his bed, humming an elven dance tune as he pulled on a different shirt and a non-wrinkled pair of trousers.

He turned his head to look at the mountains through the doors to his balcony. He felt a tug of something at his heart. He knew exactly what it was, but he would wait. He would wait until the gray skies turned to blue and Estel became king. There were so many reasons why the Fellowship could fail, but he knew, somewhere deep within his heart, that the world would fall away to reveal fallen stars and a landscape of hope.

Glorfindel smiled to himself and buttoned up his shirt, pulling his green robe over it. He went up to his mirror to carefully braid his hair. Comforted by the familiarity, he couldn't help but glance at the mountains again and what laid behind them, patiently waiting for the Fellowship and the free peoples to triumph so his soul would come. He would join his kin in the Undying Lands, but there were things yet to accomplish. Yet he would go.

The golden warrior left his chambers and traveled to the library where he found Elladan and Elrohir, talking quietly over a map. Elladan's finger was over Dimhult Road and Elrohir was pointing to where Halbarad and his men had made camp to protect a mountain pass from Orcs.

"What has your father foreseen?" Glorfindel asked, walking to join the twins.

"Estel will take the Dimhult Road." Elladan said softly. "And he will need help."

"Aye. We intend to join him." Elrohir added.

Glorfindel nodded. "He will need you by his side, for you are his brothers."

Elladan nodded his agreement. "Indeed." He adopted a faraway look. "We are." Elrohir put a hand on his brother's shoulder.

Glorfindel smiled. "Then you should go to meet him." He put his hands on his hips. "I am proud of you both."

Elrohir smiled faintly. "Thank you." He raised an eyebrow. "You speak as if we are going to our deaths."

The blonde seneschal could not keep from nodding. "When you show up, Legolas will shoot you both. I'm not sure he can deal with much more than the dwarf."

The twins grinned at each other, and turned back to the map and to their whispering. Glorfindel shook his head, amused, and walked over to where Erestor was reading a large and particularly dusty volume. The dark-haired elf looked up and smiled faintly, remembering their conversation weeks before. Glorfindel sat down in the seat next to Erestor, who put down his book.

"How are you?" Erestor asked, turning his full attention to his friend.

Glorfindel let out a small sigh. "I have felt it."

"It?"

"The sea longing."

Erestor froze for a moment, before nodding. "Will you leave soon?" He asked haltingly, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"I will wait for the Fellowship to triumph." Glorfindel looked down at the floor. "I do not want to leave when there is much I can do to help."

"I am heartened. I would not that you should leave before me."

"What do you mean?"

Erestor smiled. "I would see the white shores with you beside my side, gwador nin."