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Chapter 9

The Sixth Day - Afternoon

The bright afternoon sun cast its rays through tall windows, shining upon a large room filled with beds covered in crisp, white sheets. Of these beds, only five were occupied, and thus we find the elflings. They lay asleep, curled under the covers in the main area of the healing ward. However, as it turns out, one wasn't nearly as asleep as previously thought.

Elrohir slowly slid out from under his blankets to place his feet on the warm wooden floor. Tiptoeing over to the bed next to him, he began to prod his brother out of deep sleep Elladan was currently involved in. Needless to say, Elladan wasn't particularly happy about this.

"Elrohir! What are you doing!? We're supposed to be resting!"

Elrohir quickly gestured for Elladan to be quiet before whispering, "I know, but Doronor, Lalvon, and Toron are going to arrive any moment now to deliver the real Dorwinion wine, and we're supposed to meet them!"

"Oh, right, I'd forgotten about that," Elladan answered rubbing his eyes sleepily, "What happened to the enchanted water anyways?"

"I think it was destroyed when the water wrecked the cave," Elrohir responded a slight frown on his face.

Then, completely oblivious to the fact that the enchanted water was actually in the kitchens; ready to be poured, the twins proceeded to wake up their rather foul tempered companions.

"Why can't we just split up again and some of us sleep while the rest go deal with this… whatever this is!"

"Fiasco?" supplied Lindir, yawning.

"Yes! Thank you!" Legolas responded, crossing his arms and frowning severely at a very exasperated Elladan.

Meanwhile, Elrohir tried to shake a highly unresponsive Haldir awake.

Elladan sighed, "Because that would hardly be fair to the rest of us."

"Do I look like I care whether it's fair or not?"

Groaning, Elladan grabbed Legolas's hand a yanked him out of bed, "Come on already, we need to be going."

When they had finally succeeded in waking Haldir, the five elflings dressed before carefully creeping downstairs without being seen. Slowly making their way to a normally unused exit, the elflings used the convenient bushes and hedges in the gardens to remain unseen as they crept to where they had agreed to meet Doronor, Lalvon, and Toron. They then proceeded to wait in a tree for a few minutes until the tell-tale clop of horse's hooves on cobblestone and creaking of wagon wheels was heard.

Quickly leaping from the tree to the stone ground of the courtyard below, the elflings impatiently awaited the Dorwinion wine's arrival. Soon Doronor, Lalvon, and Toron appeared leading a horse drawn wagon laden with ten small barrels.

Grinning cheerfully, Legolas greeted them, "You're right on time!"

Elladan surveyed the barrels before asking, "Are you sure it's actually Dorwinion wine this time?"

"Of course, young lord, the very best! I would offer you a taste, but…,"

"Oh, no, please do! I'm sure Elrohir would love some!" Elladan responded mischievously.

"I would not!" Elrohir cried indignantly before realizing how the servants might take this, "Well, erm, I mean, I sure it's great, but, um…,"

Doronor, Lalvon, and Toron just laughed however, "Where would you like us to put them?"

"Right," Legolas studied the barrels contemplatively, "We have to somehow get all of those to the kitchen."

"Quickly too," Lindir added, glancing at the position of the sun, which was low in the sky "The festival is going to begin soon, and it always starts with a toast."

In the end, everyone present grabbed a barrel, and both Doronor and Toron took two; holding one under each arm.

"Which way?" Doronor asked, and Elladan quickly began leading them in the direction of the kitchen.

The three servants were rather bemused by the fact that the elflings kept dodging into hallways and hiding around corners when anyone appeared, but they didn't ask any questions.

"Almost there," Elrohir spoke up, panting slightly before promptly diving into another empty corridor as someone appeared in the one they had been in.

"Here, let's go this way," Elladan said, peering down a different hallway, "There are less people."

He took a step into the hallway, but Haldir promptly shrieked, "Wait!"

Everyone turned to look at the terrified elfling, "We can't go that way, the wine cellar is right there!"

"Thuringwethil," Elrohir whispered, now also looking terrified, "We need to get away from here."

"Oh, come on, I doubt she is there any longer," Lindir said, despite looking rather wary, "I mean she can't even come out during the day, can she?"

Legolas chewed his lip, "Well, I guess vampires only do come out at night, or at least that's what I've heard in all of the tales told around the fire."

"Right, so it shouldn't be dangerous right now, there is still a bit of sun left, but we had better be quick," agreed Elladan.

The elflings then carefully began to make their way across the hallway; keeping an eye on the wine cellar's door, much to the three older elves amusement. However, when the elflings were almost at the end of the hallway, a sudden creak from within behind the door made them all freeze.

Staring at the wooden door, eyes wide with horror, the elflings watched as it slowly opened and a ghostly white hand appeared. The arm reached out slightly further to reveal a sleeve stained with red.

Finally, as one, the five elflings all screamed in terror and, dropping their barrels, fled.

Immediately, the cellar door was flung open and a figure stepped out from the shadows of the doorway. Turning, the creature cast blue eyes upon Doronor, Lalvon, and Toron, who remained standing still; staring in alarm.

"Greetings."

~.-.~

The elflings ran until their legs gave out. They found themselves outside in the gardens, near the Hall of Fire. Merry firelight glowed from the windows and laughter could be heard, taunting the elflings with its welcoming atmosphere, but they knew what resided within the Last Homely House and no amount of deceiving hospitality would ever convince them to enter there again. Or so they thought.

Dusk had now fallen, and the elflings found themselves shivering slightly in the cool fall air.

"What happened to Doronor, Lalvon, and Toron?" Elladan asked, wrapping his arms around himself.

"I think Thuringwethil got them," Elrohir answered, eyes still wide from fright.

Legolas was trembling slightly, "Shouldn't we try to help them?"

"But what can we do? We're just elflings," Lindir pointed out, "We need someone powerful like Lord Elrond."

"And his is in the Hall of Fire," Haldir said with a sigh, "And I am not going back in there."

The elflings all turned to look through the tall windows and into the Hall of Fire. It was full of elves, dressed in their best, chatting and laughing with each other. Servants and serving maids were bringing out food, and some were carrying trays laden with goblets of wine to put on the banquet tables, for when the feast began.

"Wait," began Legolas looking confused, "We never delivered the Dorwinion wine, so what are they serving?"

His question was answered when one unfortunate servant happened to trip while making his way through the crowd. Wine splashed onto one elleth and, after a moment, she fainted.

Elladan turned to stare at Elrohir, "Y-you said it was destroyed!"

Elrohir looked just as horrified, "I thought it was!"

Legolas looked close to screaming in frustration, "What are we going to do now! We can't let them drink that! They will all pass out!"

"And then Thuringwethil will attack and no one will be able to stop her," Elrohir realized, "They are all going to die! We must do something!"

Suddenly, Haldir leapt to his feet and sprinted away.

"Wait! Haldir! Wait! You must help us! Don't leave!" Lindir called after him, but Haldir didn't turn or stop. Soon he had disappeared into the darkness.

"No," moaned Elladan, "This can't be happening! We need as many people as we can get."

"Well, we're going to have to do without him," Legolas answered looking angry, "The coward probably wouldn't have been any help anyways."

"But we don't even know what we're going to do yet!" Lindir exclaimed, looking slightly hysterical, "And we need to do something now!"

"Actually, we do know what we're going to do," Elrohir contradicted.

The elflings turned to see a look of determination on his face, "We are going to stop them from drinking that water no matter what the cost!"

"You're right," agreed Legolas after a moment, "We can do this, we have to do this."

"Exactly," Elrohir grinned, "We're going to march in there and tell them exactly what has happened in the past few days, and we will bear whatever consequence may follow."

"If Thuringwethil doesn't kill us all," Elladan pointed out.

Despite this last comment, the four elflings made their way to the doors leading into the Last Homely House with an aura of bravery and purpose about them. However, the aura seemed to dissipate somewhat as they left the warm light from the Hall of Fire behind and surveyed the dark doorway.

"Are we ready?" Elrohir asked, looking nervous.

"I t-think so," Lindir stuttered slightly.

Suddenly, a branch snapped behind them, causing the elflings to whirl about in fright. They prepared themselves to meet whatever might come out of the bushes, holding themselves in what they hoped was a fighting stance. A bush rustled, and the elflings tensed, only for Haldir to appear, a number of leaves tangled in his hair and… was that a skunk he was holding?

Sure enough, when Haldir held up the small animal, it became obvious that the creature was indeed a skunk.

"Meet Fuzzy," Haldir said proudly.

The other four elflings stared.

Finally, Lindir found his voice, "Is that the skunk from the sitting room?"

Haldir nodded, "He was cute, so I decided to keep him."

"And you named him… Fluffy?" Legolas asked in disbelief.

"Fuzzy," Haldir corrected.

Legolas stared at him, "You're insane."

"You just realized that?" Elladan muttered.

"On another topic," Elrohir began, "Why exactly have you brought a skunk?"

"Well, Fuzzy did such a good job of keeping them from drinking the enchanted water last time that I thought he might be able to do it again," Haldir answered, gently petting the black and white animal in his arms while cooing at him "Isn't that right, Fuzzy?"

"He is talking to the skunk, Elrohir," Elladan muttered, "The skunk."

Elrohir just rolled his eyes, "Are you really surprised? Anyways, I think we might be able to use… Fuzzy."

Elrohir then proceeded to share his plan with the others.

~.-.~

Three elflings slowly crept through the hallways, carefully listening for any noise besides the sound of distant laughter and their own breathing. If this had been one of the ghost stories they had listened to around the fire, Elladan thought, there would be cobwebs hanging off the chandeliers and a rat skittering across the floor, but the Last Homely House looked as it always had; clean and, well, homely.

"Stay focused, Elladan!" Elrohir suddenly hissed, "Thuringwethil might be around any corner! We need to be ready for her!"

"Right," Elladan whispered, "Sorry."

"You realize what we're doing is insane right," Legolas muttered, "We really should just get someone from the Hall of Fire."

"Like they would believe us," Elrohir responded before adding sarcastically "Hey, we happened to find Thuringwethil in the wine cellar. Will you come kill her? Trust me, hunting down Thuringwethil and leading her to them may not seem very smart, but it will work, and even if we don't succeed, Lindir and Haldir can let loose Fuzzy on the elves in the Hall of Fire to stop them from drinking the enchanted water. Then they at least will be conscious when Thuringwethil attacks. This plan can't fail!" he added proudly, for a moment forgetting that the chances of them surviving their encounter with Middle Earth's vampire were really very slim; almost non-existent.

Legolas sighed, but didn't say anything.

Soon they neared the kitchens in their wanderings, and heard footsteps slowly approaching them. All the elflings hearts suddenly began to beat faster and adrenaline rushed through them.

"It has to be her; everyone else is in the Hall of Fire!" Elladan exclaimed.

"Okay, what do we do now?!" Legolas chewed his lip nervously, looking panicked.

"Just wait, and be quiet," Elrohir answered in a whisper, "We need the element of surprise."

Suddenly, a white figure appeared at the end of the dark hallway Elrohir was peering into from around a corner, and began to approach the elflings.

"Elrohir, Elladan, and Legolas, I know you're there, so you can come out now."

The elflings all froze; they knew that voice.

"Glorfindel," Elrohir breathed, "Thuringwethil has turned Glorfindel into a vampire!"

As Glorfindel began to slowly get closer, Elrohir could see the ominous red blood staining his robes and some of his skin. Summoning his courage, Elrohir stood to face his former friend and tutor.

"Ai! The shadow will never be victorious! Defeat me if you can, spawn of Morgoth!"

"Elrohir!" Glorfindel exclaimed looking shocked, and Elrohir quickly turned and ran, the other two elflings following him.

"Wait! No! Come back, Elrohir!" Glorfindel called after them before giving chase.

"It's working!" Legolas shrieked, "He's following us!"

"We know!" Elladan howled, "Keep running!"

The three elflings sprinted as fast as they could towards the Hall of Fire, Glorfindel only strides behind them, but the safe haven they were running to had never seemed so far away.

~.-.~

"May we toast to the Valar, and the beauty of Arda they have gifted unto us…" came Lord Elrond's voice.

Lindir and Haldir peered through the door they had cracked open; watching the proceedings.

"Shouldn't they be here by now?" Lindir asked, tugging nervously at a strand of his hair, "You don't think Thuringwethil got them do you, Haldir?"

Haldir shrugged, petting Fuzzy, "Even if she did catch them, she should be here by now; it's not like they would've taken very long to finish off."

Lindir froze, mid tug of his hair, and stared blankly at the elfling. Finally he managed to choke out a response, "You're rather cynical … and really morbid," after a slight pause he added, "But really, is that what you honestly think? Because we should probably set Fuzzy on the elves then; they're going to drink the enchanted water soon…" he looked anxiously into the Hall of Fire where Elrond was finishing up his speech.

"I guess we should-," Haldir suddenly broke off, the sound of rapid footfalls and… was that Glorfindel yelling? Could be heard coming towards them. Suddenly, Elrohir pelted around a corner and bolted down the hallway towards them, right behind him were Elladan and Legolas, and right on their heels was Glorfindel, except there was something odd about him; why was he so white? And was that blood on his robe? In addition to his odd appearance, Glorfindel also looked severely annoyed and was yelling at the elflings just ahead of him, "Really, Elrohir! Would you stop running? I need to speak with you! Now, Elrohir!"

Elrohir just increased his voice in volume so that he could be heard over Glorfindel, "Lindir! Haldir! Open the doors! Open the doors!" he shrieked; looking panicked.

Glorfindel looked up from the elflings he was chasing and in the direction they were running. A look of horror spread across his face, "No! Wait Lindir! Don't open them!"

He was too late though, and Lindir threw the doors open with a bang and darted into the Hall of Fire; Haldir following him. They were slightly to slow however, for inside the hall, Elrond had just finished his speech.

Those nearest the doors, turned to stare at the two elflings in alarm, but those further away proceeded to drink the enchanted water. Lindir and Haldir slid to a halt on the polished wooden floors and watched in dismay as the nobles at the far end of the hall sipped their wine, only to look confused at the taste.

"What is this!?" Began king Thranduil, looking annoyed, "This isn't Dorwinion-," he broke off suddenly and passed out in unison with a number of other elves. As they crashed to the floor, a resounding "thud" echoed throughout the Hall. After this, there was dead silence while everyone stared in surprise at the unconscious elves.

Elrohir, Elladan, and Legolas flew into the Hall of Fire, but skidded to a halt behind Lindir and Haldir when they saw the majority of elves passed out on the floor. They stared at them in despair; who was going to fight Glorfindel and Thuringwethil now?

Suddenly, Elrohir became aware that the cause of his anguish was standing behind them. Quickly turning, he found himself looking up at a very shocked Glorfindel, but there was something odd about him. He was indeed very white, but his skin was strangely powdery and rather crusty in areas. There was also a very strong smell of wine about him, and his hair was caked with the same white powder that was on his skin.

Slowly Glorfindel tilted his head to look down at the elflings, his eyes narrowing, "There had better be a good explanation for this."

Elrohir gulped and a terrified whimper escaped Lindir.

"D-don't kill us please," Elladan stuttered.

Glorfindel looked confused, "Why would I- ah, right, Doronor told me about this Thuringwethil catastrophe, and I have a question for you," Glorfindel suddenly turned very stern, "Do I look like a maiden to you?"

Someone spoke up from nearby, "Depends on the lighting."

Glorfindel turned swiftly to face the offending elf, and indignant look upon his face, "Erestor!"

The advisor just smiled before holding up the goblet in his hand, "Enchanted water from Greenwood, if you were wondering," he gestured to the unconscious elves, "They should hopefully wake up in a few hours or so."

"How did enchanted water…" Glorfindel looked in disbelief at the goblet, before turning once more to study the elflings critically, "You have a lot of explaining to do."

Elrohir was rather confused, but attempted a nervous smile.

~.-A Few Hours Later-.~

Five elflings sat in lord Elrond's study, fidgeting and looking nervously at the study's closed door every now and then.

"What do you think they will do to us?" Lindir asked, anxiously tugging at a strand of his hair, "I mean they won't… execute us will they?"

"I think that would be classified as kinslaying, Lindir," answered Elladan, but sounded as if he were trying to convince himself of this fact.

"But we didn't tell them that the Dorwinion wine was actually enchanted water when we first learned about it, so technically we allowed them to be poisoned," Legolas pointed out, "Which would mean that we have technically done harm to them, and wouldn't it be alright for them to kill us if they think that's an appropriate punishment?"

"Oh, come on, our parents won't kill us," Elrohir said with false cheerfulness, trying to convince himself that everything wasn't as bad as Legolas made it sound.

"But didn't Naneth say something about murdering us if we caused any more trouble? You know, after we went into the wine cellar for the first time?" Elladan questioned, becoming more worried about their punishment by the second.

"Did she?" Elrohir's faked cheerful manner deteriorated rapidly.

Suddenly, a strangled, high-pitched squeaking noise was sounded, causing the other four elflings to turn towards a wide-eyed Haldir who now had his hands pressed over his mouth.

"What is…," Legolas trailed of as he also realized, or rather heard, what was wrong; coming towards the study was the sound of many footsteps accompanied by raised and very grim sounding voices.

A terrified whimper escaped Lindir as the door to the study was flung open rather violently and King Thranduil swept in, a number of elves following him. He suddenly grabbed Legolas by the shoulders, looking him directly in the eye with a very serious expression on his face, "Who is doing this? Who or what is attacking? Surely you must know? You were trying to stop them after all…"

Legolas stared at him, looking clueless and very confused, "What are you speaking of Adar? I don't understand… Wait, someone is attacking us?!" Legolas was horrified now, "What is going on Adar?!"

Elrond spoke up, "Let us not come to conclusions yet, we need more information before anything can be decided."

"Elrond," Thranduil turned to face the half-elf, "A number of elves have been poisoned including yourself, twice might I add, I think we can conclude that something is trying to attack us."

Suddenly, the door was flung open once more and Doronor, Lalvon, and Toron charged in.

"My Lords and Ladies," Doronor began panting slightly, "Do not blame the young ones, it was our doing!"

Thranduil stared at the three elves blankly for a moment, "And… what exactly was you're doing?"

"The Dorwinion wine, your Majesty, we are the ones-," Doronor was abruptly cut off by a number of the other elves present as they started shouting.

Amongst the yells, a number of allegations could be heard, the majority of them coming from the elves of Rivendell. Most of the elves were pointing at King Thranduil and the other elves of Greenwood, screaming accusations of them trying to take over Imladris. Those of Greenwood did not appreciate this and promptly began shouting back; claiming that they were not trying to do anything of the sort. The elves of Lothlorien soon also got into the argument, blaming the Greenwood elves for poisoning their Lord and Lady.

The whole scene was looking to become a large and very violent brawl. The elflings had been huddled back in a corner by their elders as they tried to keep their charges away from the slightly out of control crowd of elves. The lords and ladies of the different elven settlement were desperately seeking to calm their people, but they were proving to be very resistant to their efforts. Finally, someone shouted, "Enough!" and it was said in such a way that all elves immediately fell silent; turning to face the highly imposing figure of Lady Galadriel.

As the elves stared at her warily however, her demeanor became less severe and she turned to face the elflings. Elrohir began to feel uncomfortable as her eyes bored into his, as if she were looking for something in them. She suddenly turned away to face the three servants from Greenwood, and Elrohir could tell they were receiving the same treatment. Then, unexpectedly, she laughed. As her chuckle resonated around the crowded room, many of the elves began to look confused.

"My lady," began Thranduil hesitantly, "We are being attacked," this received a number of mutinous mutters which the king of Greenwood silenced with a glare, "This is not something to be amused about."

Galadriel just laughed once more, "So it would seem, but perhaps things are not as they seem?"

This just left the elves more bewildered.

"Perchance you should ask the elflings to tell their tale," Galadriel suggested, "You may find it enlightening."

She settled in a chair and gazed expectantly and the elflings, who hesitated slightly, looking towards their parents. When they received nods confirming that they should begin, Legolas hesitantly began to speak, "Well, I suppose it all began in the courtyard when we first arrived here…"

He continued the story with the occasional inference from the other elflings, but their story was not interrupted and they eventually reached the end.

"And that's how we ended up here," Legolas finished, nervously glancing around at the elves and trying to judge what their reactions had been to his tale.

Elrond was the first to speak, "So… not only did you not tell us that the Dorwinion had been replaced with enchanted water, but you also stole, lied, eavesdropped, caused harm to a number of elves on three separate occasions, and nearly set the kitchens on fire."

Elrohir bit his lip, "Well, it sounds really bad when you put it that way…"

"But, my Lord," Doronor spoke up, looking desperately at Elrond, "They only did these things on me and my fellow servants behalf. If we had known the lengths they would be forced to in order to help us, we would have never agreed to this plan. Do not punish the elflings for our folly."

Thranduil faced the three servants, "Ai, but the elflings should have known, my son in particular," Thranduil cast a severe glance at Legolas who squirmed in his chair, "when things had gone too far, and told us of this mistake."

Suddenly, Elladan tentatively spoke up, "Erm, you say that we caused harm to elves on three separate occasions, but I can only recall two. Not that's any better or anything," he added hastily.

Legolas frowned, what Elladan had said was true; they had only attacked one elf at the beginning of this whole catastrophe in order to get the barrel he was carrying and set the animals on the nobles in the sitting room. That only added up to two occurrences of them harming elves, not three.

"Who else did we harm?" Legolas asked, confused.

Glorfindel stepped forward, he had managed to clean himself up somewhat, but he still had bits of white powder stuck in his hair and smelled slightly of wine, "That would be me, though you did not know that at the time, and I'm not particularly sure this occurrence should be taken into account," he added, casting a glance at Elrond, "As it was my fault you attacked me in the first place."

The elflings just stared at him, even more confused than before. They had attacked Glorfindel?! When?!

Glorfindel sighed, "I see an explanation is necessary. After your first venture into the wine cellar, certain Lords and Ladies asked me to keep an eye on you as they were busy debating who or what was poisoning the elves. I overheard your plans to sneak out last night and followed you to the caves, where I once again overheard your plans to enter the wine cellars once more. I then intended to hide in the cellar, simply to make sure you did not actually follow through with your plans, and started back towards the Last Homely House. Legolas, caught a glimpse of me here however, but you merely put it off as him seeing things."

Legolas gave Elladan an I-told-you-so look.

"After this, I took a key from one of the servants, and hid myself away in the wine cellar. I could not re-lock the door from within however, so it remained open when you entered," here Glorfindel began frowning at the elflings slightly, "I watched you find the last three barrels of enchanted water, but I, thinking that you were stealing wine, decided the best way to keep you from doing this was by scaring you away. It seemed a good idea at the time; it would not only get you out of the wine cellar, but most likely keep you from coming back as well. However, when I growled at you, you were naturally frightened, and instinctively tried to defend yourselves by throwing the barrels of flour and bottles of wine at me."

Looks of horror had appeared on all the elflings faces.

"B-but, but we thought-," Elrohir stuttered.

"-That I was Thuringwethil," Glorfindel finished, raising a number of snickers from the elves present, "Doronor, Lalvon, and Toron informed of this, and told me that you had been intending to go to the kitchens before you ran off, and that is where I began to search for you, and eventually found you," Glorfindel concluded.

"So," one of Rivendell's more severe advisors stepped forward, "A number of elves harmed on three separate occasions, thievery from a Lord, eavesdropping on important private matters, lying to a Lord, arson, and they also caused a great deal of unnecessary anxiety for those who thought elves were being deliberately poisoned. Lord Elrond, these are no minor offenses, surely they must be brought before the court at least? As for these fools," the advisor turned to face Lalvon, Doronor, and Toron with a haughty expression on his face, "They have provided the means for these young children to commit the crimes they have; they must certainly be tried for being accomplices in this misconduct."

Doronor turned to face him, "Now really, if we hadn't made the mistake with the Dorwinion wine in the first place, they would never have had to do those things to begin with."

"Ah, yes, but they did do them is the problem," the advisor pointed out.

"I'd like to add that I won't be pressing charges for the attack against me," Glorfindel stated, "It was hardly their fault."

"Now, really lord Glorfindel! The elflings attacked you, there must be justice done for them to learn their lesson!"

Suddenly, the elflings found themselves being prodded and directed out of the study by lady Celebrian, "Come now, children, we know what has happened, there is no need for you to be here any longer."

Once they were a suitable distance from the study, Elrohir spoke up, "Nana, what will they do to us?"

Celebrian gave him a comforting smile, "Don't worry about it child. Now, were you not supposed to be in the healing halls?"

"Well, yes, but we had to sneak out to meet Doronor, Lalvon, and Toron."

Celebrian frowned slightly, "How did you get past Cielleth? She was supposed to be watching you."

"She's terrified of spiders; it wasn't really that hard figure out how to get away from her."

"Elrohir!"

~.-.~

Thuringwithil: a Middle Earth vampire.

Elleth: a female elf.

Morgoth: the antagonist in the Silmarilion and pretty much the earlier version of Sauron (Sauron was actually one of his followers) except a lot more powerful.

Valar: the equivalent of gods in Middle Earth.

Arda: the elvish word for Earth.

Kinslaying: when elves kill other elves, which rarely happens in the history of Middle Earth.

Naneth/Nana: Mother/Mom

Ada/Adar: Dad/Father

Galadriel's mystical mind-reading powers: Galadriel possesses one of the three elven rings, it is possible that this is what gives her the power to read others minds, though it may be her mirror that allows for this.

A/N: So, yes, Glorfindel was the mysterious blue-eyed elf, I think everyone guessed that right!

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