I own nothing save this plot line and my own personal character. Yes, it is the same story as the one in my LOTR strain, however I am trying to get it out a little more. Please read and review. I hope you enjoy.

-SighingWinter

Elvish translations:

Namárië, Brand, ná Elbereth veria le, ná elenath dín síla erin rád o chuil lín- Farewell, Brand, may Elbereth protect you, may her stars shine on the path of your life.

Belain na le- The Valar be with you

Ada- father

Namárië, mellon- Farewell friend

Hannon le- Thank you

Im gelir ceni ad lín, mellon-

Manen nalyë? - How are you?

Im maer- I'm well

Gen hannon- I thank you

Elleth- female elf

Eldar- the word used for elves who left the shores of Aman and took the Great Journey

Fëar and hröar- Quenya words that mean 'spirits' and 'bodies', remove the r at the end and that would be the singular versions of the above words.

Secret Souls

Chapter Two-

Elrond walked down the corridors away from the warrior intending to head back to the Hall of Fire to spend the evening with his wife and children and the music of his people, however on glimpsing the moon he paused on his path and gazed up. How the stars had dimmed in the past Age. The darkness had tainted much in the years of its existence. A sigh parted his lips, and he frowned as his thoughts turned from the moon to the young woman who was named after the bright silver disc. Glorfindel and the tales he had heard had not prepared him in the least.

What he had expected on meeting Laiste was to see a proud woman with dark eyes and a warrior's stance on life. He hadn't expected a young woman who had little memory and eyes that were more innocent than his wife's. Why had the Valar chosen to send Laiste back in such a manner? What was her purpose? Struggling with his Sight Elrond tried to glimpse more of the future, but just as earlier in the day he could barely get anything more than a slight view of her presence.

"I take it your visions were right as usual?" Blinking the elven Lord gazed at the blonde elf who had spoken in his quite manner.

"Indeed, my friend, Laiste has joined the House for a time- though for how long, I am uncertain." Elrond gazed at the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower and watched as a true smile lifted his features. Not wanting his wise seneschal to raise his hopes too high Elrond warned, "You two mustn't get carried away."

Glorfindel looked at his current Lord with a cocked head and a slight furrowed brow, "Elrond, with all due respect, we have been waiting for this day more nearly an Age-"

"She has no memory." The wound was delivered, swift and flat and Elrond watched as his sharp words sank into his friend and seneschal's mind. He watched as the older elf's face paled.

Agonized blue eyes turned their full power on him as the question passed through Glorfindel's lips, "She does not remember anything of us?"

Elrond shook his head, saddened as he turned his gaze outwards as he gazed out at the running waters that created much of the land Gil-Galad had discovered and built upon. "Nothing. Every memory of her childhood and training is gone. There is nothing that remains of Gondolin either."

Glorfindel had grabbed the railings tightly, his pale hands turning almost completely white with the strength of which he grasped the railing. His long hair cascaded over her shoulders, completely hiding his face from view. Elrond knew he could do little to ease the pain, but there was one question that had to be asked. "Shall I tell him?"

"No!" Glorfindel's voice choked and Elrond winced at the pain lanced answer, "I will tell him."

In a silent show of support Elrond placed his hand on the first-born's shoulder and gave it a small squeeze before returning to the Hall of Fire. As he passed a certain councilor he paused and murmured lowly so that only Erestor could hear his words. What passed his lips made the book keeper pale slightly and born Elrond had even retaken his chair beside his wife the Noldor was out the door, heading to help his lover in whatever way he could.

Celebrian must have seen behind his attempt at reassuring his children that their favorite person outside of their family was well, for when he sat down she grasped his hand and lightly squeezed it. "All will be well my love." She said through their interconnected fear. Elrond kissed the back of his beloved's hand and lightly stroked it with his thumb as he turned his attention back to the soft lyrical music of his people.