A.N: Revised(14) More scenes, more dialogues.

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Chapter Eight

New Direction

"Thats no easy feat Amelia." Lord Elrond advised, his voice full of authority. He leaned against his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. As always he had his stern face and always surprised me when he offered a smile. He eyed me curiously for I made such a request. He probably thought I would take another route. "To become a Medical Apprentice is no easy task. It takes many years to even become considered. We elves do not take that lightly."

I nodded my head in comprehension and I tried not to look away coyly. My stomach twisted and turned in anticipation. Swiftly I glanced over my shoulder to the back of the room where Aragorn stood waited. He nodded to me encouragingly. With a slight smile, I looked back at Lord Elrond. Aragorn informed me that I must have Lord Elrond permission to attempt that apprenticeship. Since after all, he was superior in all of medicine. Most of my studies would be from him and always, he liked to give me books full of five hundred pages. I internally groaned but all good things required patience and dedication. Dedication I could do but patience would be the tricky one.

"I understand. I just... I studied medicine in my home world." I voiced carefully, tried to be professional and confident. This felt like an interview for a big job. My fingers fidgeted on my lap while my heart raced with anticipation. I truly wanted this and I feared it would be snatched from my grasp. When my throat became dry, I swallowed hard. Lord Elrond remained passive and very difficult to read. It was hard to determine if he took my proposal seriously or not.

"That was unexpected. How many years and what did you study?" Lord Elrond inquired suddenly interested. He rose his eyebrows in curiosity and I instantly knew I might have a chance.

"Er.. I studies for many years...even when I was a child I was fascinated with the human... er.. well with bodies and diseases and how medicine can affect them..." I rapidly started to talk with eagerness, I gestured with my hands and I smiled widely, "I studied sickness, blood types, machines, body organs..."

"Machines?" Lord Elrond interrupted suddenly.

Oops, I forgot I was stuck in a medieval time where such things did not exist. I pursed my lips in thought as I tried to phrase it so Lord Elrond would understand. However, monitors and such did not relate to anything here. It would be hard for him to grasp and so I took the easy way out, "There are things that.. help us. There is no such things here. My world is very advanced, you see?."

That didn't help, Lord Elrond frown in thought, "Indeed. At least I know you would not start from the beginning. None of the less, you still need to study sickness and medicine from our world and not from yours."

I nodded, "Understood."

"I hope you do. The Keeper of the Library has told me you don't enjoy our book." Lord Elrond murmured with a light voice followed by a slight smirk on his lips. He leaned into his chair, tangled his fingers on his lap.

"No... I mean yes...I enjoy books." I tried to reason with a flustered voice, which only made the Lord smirk wider. It was a tease... the Lord was actually teased me. Hesitantly, I smiled after a nervous chuckle and I breathed deeply to relax my nervous before I attempted to say again, "The First Age book is rather..."

When I trailed off, Lord Elrond cocked a eyebrow and finished, "Intimidating?"

"Well, more like boring..." I finally said bluntly, followed by a shy gaze.

Lord Elrond frowned, his smirk immediately fell and became abruptly serious. He cautioned in a deep voice, "There will be many... boring books in the medical area."

"Thats fine!..." I shouted, feared my chance would slip from my fingers. The Lord Elrond stared at me, not pleased with my answer. Hesitantly, I cleared my throat, dropped my eyes to the table and then back up. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair and rephrased in a diplomatic tone, "I mean, that is well. It would be more of interest." he sighed, deep in thought, which forced me to bit my lip. Sighing internally, I started in calm voice that instantly regained his attention, "Lord Elrond, I do not have years and years of knowledge, but I do have a willing heart and a great interest in medical. If you take under your wing, I promise you. I will not disappoint you."

Anxiety boiled in my chest as I stared into those observant eyes that were ever watching. Lord Elrond waited, frowned and thought deeply. Slowly Lord Elrond rose to his feet and walked around the desk, near me. "Very Well, Amelia. I will give you the chance that you desire. You will train with me in medicine and herbs. However, to part take in an apprenticeship, you must prove your worthiness. You will be given additional studies to your daily routine."

My mouth dropped... oh dear, more studying. None of the less, my heart swelled with pride and then suddenly I inquired, "Wait, I am not an apprentice now."

"No, Amelia." Lord Elrond said bluntly and explained, "You must train to become an apprentice, from there you'll part take in medical activities."

I pursed my lips into a tight line. At least it was not a no. I thought to myself. Lord Elrond came closer to me a tapped my shoulder with his fingers, "Come."

Like a loyal servant, I instantly jumped to my feet, curious and bewildered. Lord Elrond turned from me and walked toward the back of his chamber toward his extended private library. "Where are we going?"

"You will begin your lessons with me." He said flatly, in the library there was a large desk equipped with a writing material and countless of books lined on shelves. It must of been his personal journals and books, I noted with eagerness. I glanced back at Lord Elrond who was remained in the threshold, he nodded to Aragorn. Aragorn bowed his head and left the chambers. Then I was alone with Lord Elrond. "Sit, you will begin."

"Today? Really?" I asked with eagerness as I sat in the chair, smiling.

Lord Elrond went to his books, scanned from title to title until his found a large red book, old and almost withered. Gently he placed it on the desk before me, flipped it open to the first page. Confused, I stared at the elvish language that had no sense to me. Before I could inquire, Lord Elrond demanded, "Here, begin reading."

Lord Elrond sat in the chair next to me as I glared at the strange language, "What is this?"

"A starting book for the elvish language." He answered flatly, his eyebrow cocked.

"but." I staggered, slightly flustered. Had he forgotten that I can not read this language? I glanced back at the book when I continued, "I thought we will start with medicine"

"Indeed, but you must know the language first, if you ever hope to learn medicine." He answered calmly, unfazed by my flustered appearance. As he leaned in toward the book, he flipped several pages toward broken-down vocabulary. With a hard swallow, I felt a head-ache come one. "Now, let us begin..."

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Several hours later, I was released from Lord Elrond office with a great head ache. Words of the Sindarin language bounced in my head but it was hard to retain it when my temple throbbed. Sighing, I walked freely for reminder of the day.. Sunday was my free day from studies with the exception of Lord Elrond's class 101. As I retreated to my room, I walked through the garden and saw Aragorn and Arwen on a bench holding hands. Arwen smiled, her eyes light up and her hand trailed down the necklace around Aragorn's neck.

Swiftly, I intent to slip by unnoticed with I heard, "Amelia, how wonderful to see you here."

I bite my lips, felt bad for interrupting their time together, yet again.. whether or not it was intentional. Slowly I turned toward Arwen who rose from the bench, with a safe distance from Aragorn. She smiled warmly and continued, "I heard my father has agreed to train you for an apprenticeship. That is well."

Timidly, I smiled and approached them. "Thank you. It was Aragorn's idea."

Arwen smiled down at Aragorn who remained on the bench, calm and watchful. He nodded his head with a gesture of his hand. When Arwen glanced back at me, she stared observantly, almost amazed, "It is rare.."

Frowned in confusion, I inquired. "What is rare.."

"My father took you before your apprenticeship..." She trailed off, her eyes twinkled.

I cocked an eyebrow, "I'm sure there have been others, Arwen."

I chuckled nervously, which instantly died as the couple stared wide-eyed. Slowly, I calmed and Aragorn said, "Lord Elrond has only trained a handful apprentices, the following learned under his pupils. It would seem, the Lord of Rivendell has again taken another pupil after thousand years."

My lips barely parted in surprise, and my eyes widened. Instantly, I looked to Arwen for clarification, awed and it grew worse when she nodded with agreement. Lord Elrond hasn't had a pupil or trained apprentices for a thousand years... and yet, he chose me this very day. It was after all, very sudden for me to request for apprenticeship. I bit my lip and fidgeting with my fingers, for this didn't help with the pressure.

Time was enviable and the months ahead were nothing but scattered memories. My eagerness allowed me to advanced swiftly in medical. All through the morning, my nose was stuck in the books, learning the language, history and medicine. Lord Elrond paced behind me, listened to me reading a Sindarin book... an old classic, he called. 'Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin.' Slowly the words became known to me, because by far, learning a new language was my greatest challenge. Arwen would smile when I pronounce words strangely and swiftly correct me.

Lord Elrond came to stand behind me as I flipped to the next page of the book. Wearily, I rumbled my eyes, ignored the burning for lack of rest. I eventually began to avoid sleeping for the void had shown me too many images. Things of the past... things I wished I did not know. It became evident that my family fell from the society standards of my home world. Shyly I glanced up at Lord Elrond who scanned me carefully. Over time, I noticed a change in the great Lord of Rivendell. His once guarded demander melted into a stern, caring father-figure. Like a child, I hanged on his every word. When I experienced night terrors, he was the first to come and comfort me like he once did before. He encouraged me rather than viewed me like a mistake. I scarcely even thought about my own father but when I did, I compared him to Lord Elrond. My every fiber wished I could have been his daughter instead. I would sigh heavily when I thought on such things.

"You are exhausted." Lord Elrond noted, his voice had no room for compromise. As I stared up his dark eyes, there was nothing but concern lingering in those orbs.

Pursed my lips into a thin line, I looked away to the book in my hand and determined to return to the task at hand. Defiantly like a small child, I muttered, "I am well, Lord Elrond."

"Well is not the truth." He concluded sternly, his voice stricken as he frowned. Slowly, he came closer to the desk and closed the book in my hand. Before I could protest, he took the book away, cradled it within his robes. Surprised, I looked up at him, prepared to express my desire to continue when he immediately declared knowingly, "You have been avoiding your needed rest. Elves are not invisible."

I pursed my lips before swiftly looking up at the Lord, and argued, "I do not want to rest."

"Do you fear your dreams?" He instantly inquired, ignored my protest as he eyes narrowed. My heart dropped to the question, and no doubt he noticed the settle fear in my eyes. Why must he persist? Swiftly I looked away to close the windows to my soul. No matter what, Lord Elrond could read me like an opened book and predict my every whim. When I did not answer, Lord Elrond murmured softly, "I see... Come."

I looked up at him as he stretched out his arm, gestured me toward the door. Frowned in confusion, I inquired. "Come where?"

His hand gently wrapped around my upper arm as he pulled my up to my feet. Dazed, I followed like a loyal servant as he placed a hand on my back directing me toward the door. Frown, I glanced back at the desk with my growing pile of books. When Lord Elrond opened the door for me, he demanded, "You will sleep this night."

Out into the corridor, outside of his private study, Lord Elrond walked by my side toward my room. My mouth parted as I moaned in a protest, "But, I do not..."

"Amelia. I am not asking." Lord Elrond warned, his voice firm with no room for argument. Instantly, I closed my mouth and forced to obey his every command. When it came to his determination there was no stopping him. Sighed deeply and rather loudly, rolled my eyes as he passed by the garden.

"What of my studies?" I inquired in a meekly voice.

"You can sacrifice one day for your needs." He answered instantly and kept his eyes straight, with a firm hand on my back. We rounded a corner to my guest room, which he opened the door too. Moaned slightly to the idea of sleeping, I walked in and caught a glance of myself in the mirror. There were slightly bag beneath my eyes and my skin was oddly pale.

Despite my betraying appearance, I turned to protest again, "What if I have another nightmare?"

Lord Elrond looked up, thoughtfully as he eyes widened slightly. Apparently he intended to escort me to my room and leave me be. Instantly, within his orbs, a strange and overwhelming tenderness swelled. Straightening, he answered. "The, I will stay."

My mouth dropped, for I did not expect that answer. "No!" I almost shouted, appalled. I was not a child who required someone to hold my hand and comfort me with storytelling when I had a nightmare. Despite being embarrassed, Lord Elrond ignore me and took comfort in the chair in the corner. He opened the book 'Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin' and flipped through several pages. Immediately, I straightened and said in a diplomatic voice, "That is not necessary."

"Amelia..." He warned again, never once looked up from the book.

I sighed as my hand brushed through my long locks. There was no arguing with his ancient elf. With that, I turned and grabbed a nightgown from my armoire and excused to the bathing area to change. I returned decent, suppressed a deep yawn as my eyes began to droop more and more. Hesitantly, I glanced at the elf lord who who's eyes scanned the words of the book. I flipped back the sheets and crawled into the cot and murmured, "This is absolutely weird."

"I am inclined to disagree. I would often watch Arwen rest..." Lord Elrond responded coolly.

"You did?" I inquired, intrigued and also surprised.

"Yes," He answered, darted his eyes to me and leaned back. "She at one time, had nightmares, many years ago... Rest, my dear. I will be here when you arouse from you sleep. Fear not."

The corners of my lips tucked upward, despite myself. I calmed the nerves that grew with fear for the dreams that I soon would endure. Comfortably resting on my side, facing Lord Elrond, I pulled up the sheets to my chin. The shapes of the rooms slowly became disfigured and darkness descended. Then there I was again, the void with endless possibilities.

In the grand forest, I laid on the ground. There was connection here, as if I felt another essence formed. Despite that fact that I was paralyzed on the floor... but rather comfortingly. Fingers suddenly brushed through my hair, tucked gently and messaging my scalp. Calmness filled me as I smiled and knew I laid my head upon the mysterious elf's leg. He kept his face hidden from me but I felt relaxed in his embrace. "Rest young one. None will disturb whilst I linger here."

He uttered, his voice heartbreaking lovely comparable to morning of the first day of spring. Smiled to myself, for I felt completed in the arms of the stranger. Glorfindel, it must be him. I wondered to myself and smiled wider. He said again in his voice, "Rest for I shall return soon and then you must return for it is dangerous."

Riddles... nothing but endless and confusing riddles.

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Addition to my everyday routine, Lord Elrond added three new task to my schedule. Amongst them were to work three times out of the week with Linderirel in the garden. There I would learn of the herbs used for medicine and differ between alike plants. Linderirel was gracious enough to take me under his wing and show me how to make salves and tea. He was very... eager for my company...

"My Lady, welcome again... It is good to look upon your face again." He greeted with a lovely voice with more care as he bowed lowly to my sudden appearance. When he looked up at me again, in his eyes they twinkled strangely and his smile never faded. However his smiled was, indeed enduring but not held for friends as Elladan would but rather for something more...

"Thank you, you are most kind." I replied slowly, tried to smile but it was too timid.

Linderiel approached me hastily as offered my his arm which I hesitantly took, "Please come this way. Lord Elrond wanted you to learn about Athelas. Very important to learn such things in time of need..."

As kind Linderiel was, I suspected more to it. As if he cared more than a friend would. Shakily, I tried to keep a distance and not attempt to lead him on with any openings. After my gardening lessons were finished, Glorfindel would wait for me in the training grounds. He would often praise me, told me that I learned fast and my archery swiftly improved. My arms slowly built muscle, my back straightened and my legs firmed. When I pulled back the arrow, my arms hardly ever tremble under the weight. My aim was almost dead center. Another good thing about being an elf, my senses were superior to those of my human senses. I became adroit and increased my knowledge in short amount of time. Over these last few months, I grew with affection for the golden hair elf. More than I should. There were times I would gesture in a way that was settle but enough to understand.

"May I speak freely, Glorfindel?" I inquired after a day of training, all my arrows collected. When I stood in from of him, he glanced down curious and nodded his head. Shyly, I inquired innocently. "Is there elf maiden in you life?"

Slightly surprised by my question, Glorfindel looked away in thought and then smiled softly. "No, Amelia."

I glanced away, bit my lip timidly as my heart swelled with joy to that answer. At least I wouldn't have to worry about falling for someone's man or elf. As I tried to look uninterested, I inquired again in a nonchalant voice, "None interest you?"

"Perhaps one day, Iluvatar would bless me." He replied calmly.

"I smiled as I looked up at his angelic face and murmured softly, "I hope for that too."

"One as beautiful as you. I imagine so." He concluded.

I grew attached to Glorfindel, eager for his time and offered him shy smiles that none other would receive. Often I thought of opening my feelings for the elf but I was patient for I hoped he would first... if he felt fondness for me. As time went on, Arwen noticed a difference in my behavior. She would comment that I was happier and rarely sad. From what I understood, she mentioned that before I always complained and was very unhappy. I would give her a pout when she said that but she understood. At our studies, I finished five volumes of the first Age. Later I learned there were more than just one age. Which meant more volumes to read. Luckily, the others weren't as long. What got me in a bind was that the Keeper of the Library intended that I reread these volumes in the elvish language when I finally became fluent.

Aragorn would often greet me on the balcony in the evenings. A place to confide with no disruption and calm silence for the weary mind. In time, he smiled more in my presence and he was less guarded. I've confessed secret that I swore to never speak of. My once mask that sheltered me from the light was now almost broken. It felt light and wonderful to live truthfully with no fears of regret and lies. This was what it meant to be friends. To trust in another with secrets and my life. Aragorn, in turned, confided in me and now I truly understood his sorrow. He feared for Arwen. One day, she'll make a choice between immortality or die as a mortal.

"Its her choice Aragorn." I said in a soft voice as we stood on the balcony. My eyes stared at the mountains that were silhouette in the orange sun light. The sun slowly descended to bring about night. The stars slowly came out from the opposite side of the sun. It had been a long day but I enjoyed being busy and felt useful.

Aragorn stood next to me and smoked his pipe. He was careful to not allow the smoke into my face. He pulled out the tip from his lips and glanced down. "That I know, but I would have her with her people."

"Be careful Aragorn. Do not push her away." I warned him gently, as I looked to him. Aragorn was hesitant, but he glanced at me from the corner of his eye. He said no more but nodded his head.

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I felt lighter when the months came and I learned to accept this life. Elladan and Elrohir made their comments on my behavior. I often found myself in their company, which could lead to problems at times. Elladan for one, was ecstatic for when he came to my door with that impish grin, I would willingly follow his lead to trouble. Elrohir slowly opened up more to me. Since my arrival, he kept me at arms length and rarely be in my presence but now, he would come to the door with Elladan and carry a tray of food, for when we simply did not want to live up to society standards at the table. On one occasion, just before the sun rose over the mountains, I heard a gentle knock on the door. When I answered the door, I was greeted by the twins, who clearly did not come to wish me a good morning. Equipped with their bows and quivers, they would up to no good.

Elladan whispered urgently, "Come Amelia."

Surprised, I shook my head confused. "What?" I said a little loud which Elrohir hushed me furiously as I frowned to their silence. What on Middle-Earth were they up too? I wondered. Suspiciously, I immediately said in a hushed voice, "I cannot, I have my studies in the library today."

Elladan sighed exasperated, his shoulders drooped with impatience. He leaned in and whispered, "For one day, you can discard it."

My eyes widened with a thrill to the idea. It would be another boring day with the Keeper of the Library. With a sigh, I hesitantly glanced at their bows and then I looked over my shoulder at mine, which rested on my table. Then Lord Elrond's disappointed face came to mind. Worried for the wrath of their father, I murmured with a disappointed tone, "Your father would not be please."

"I will handle my father." Elrohir stated firmly as he looked over his shoulder at me. He serviced at the watchman, waited for an unsuspecting elf to come by. It was tempting, since Elrohir was very much like his father, which meant, they think alike. Elrohir would be able to talk him down. When I bit my lip in thought, Elrohir continued, "Now come. Or do you will want to read the The First Age Book Volume Six?"

Nervously, I sighed and inquired in defeat, "Where are we going?"

Elladan smiled impishly, revealing his white teeth and he murmured in a hush tone, "Its a surprise, my dearest Amelia." The idea of adventure made me smile and my eyes light up with excitement. Immediately, Elladan urged with a victorious smile, "Be quick. Dress and bring your bow."

With a nod, I closed the door and rushed to my armoire for traveling attire. Once I was set, I instantly wrapped my quiver over my chest and exited the room to be greeted by two anxious elves. We stealthy went to a hidden path toward a gate that would lead us the outskirts of Rivendell's walls. Once we were freed, we rushed through the forest but I stopped in my tracks, fearful of the road ahead. Since my arrival to Rivendell, I've never left the safely of the walls.

The twins slowed down as Elrohir inquired, "What is it?"

Elladan softened as he approached me and clasped his hand around mine, reassuringly. As he stared into my wide and fearful ones, he murmured. "It is alright. We will protect you."

With a swallow, I nodded. We were off again. I haven't felt this much excitement in such a long time. Slowly my worry face broke out into a smile as the fresh air invaded my nostrils. As I followed the twins lead though the forest, they took me toward the water bank at the bottom of the cliff by a windy and twisted path. Once we reached the bottom, I was stunned by the crisp blue water and the beautiful waterfall. Memories of the pond came to me but I tried to ignore my fear of the water. My smile grew larger when suddenly, I turned to Elladan who started to strip to his chemise and bare trouser. Flushed I instantly turned.

"What are you doing?!" I inquired, my cheeks redder than tomato. He was not naked but it was close enough.

Surprised, Elladan answered calmly, "I am going to swim."

Before I could protest further for his lack of garments, Elladan immediately jumped over a small cliff into the deep water with a excited yelped. Water splashed everywhere and I hesitantly glanced back, fearful when Elladan did rush back up. My eyes scanned, horrified for he could drown or something could hold him down like in my dreams. Frantically, my hearted raced and I prepared myself to rescue him when Elladan suddenly burst out of the water, laughing and urging Elrohir to join. Elrohir shook his head at his erratic brother but follow his pursuit."

"Not you too." I protested, almost embarrassed.

"What is the problem Amelia?" Elrohire inquired as he took off his robe, frowned to my flustered face. Then his eyes reconnected with mine with realization. "Oh, I see. Elves swim with each other with no fear. Its not a scandal. It is proper to leave on a chemise but not all elves do so."

I blushed to the last comment as Elrohir walked into the water rather than jump. It was not against society to swim with the opposite sex? I figured since it was closer to medieval society, it would have been. It was fine when you wore a chemise? But some don't, Elrohir commented... I bit my lip nervously when Elladan hollered me to join. Under my traveling attire, I wore a dull chemise that would not reveal too much. Chemise were made thick, I wondered if it was for this reason. Elves were no shy for nudity, if modesty wasn't a problem. I suppose you get to live once, or me, twice. With that, I started to strip down to my chemise and then, followed Elladan's example. I feared the water... for many reasons but I did not want to live my life in the dark... Instantly, I jumped.

With a scream when I collided with the water. I burst out the water, smiled wide, "The water is warm!"

"We can go to a colder area if you wish?" Elladan smiled, sarcastically and splashed water into my face.

"No! You wretch!" I splashed water back, which he returned willing again.

After the refreshing swim, I sat on a boulder under the warm sun, waited for my chemise to dry. In my hand, I held a thick stick which I attempted to shave with a small knife. Next to me was Elrohir and Elladan who were training me to create my own arrows, if needed. Elladan glanced at my handiwork, and chuckled to my misshaped arrow, "Here like this."

With the knife in his hands, he shaved the thick stick until it was straight enough to handle the airborne flight to it waiting target. When I was given back my arrow-in progress, I followed his example. Smiling to myself for I was utterly grateful that I skipped my studies today. Even though, tomorrow Keeper of the Library will nail me to the ground.

"Good," Elrohir commented on my work.

"Who taught you to do this?" I inquired.

"We learned from our father." Elladan answered, turned to me and flashed a wide smile.

"truly?"I inquired, for I did not picture his the arrow-making type.

"Of course. Lord Elrond is a great warrior." Elrohir answered, which left me astonished. I knew Lord Elrond was a warrior, but I never truly saw him like that. He remained me more of a baron stuck in his studies and overseeing a small town. When I looked away, I bite my lip for I was deep in thought.

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Day after day, everything moved swiftly. Days became months within a blink of an eye. Before I knew it, it was nine months to be exact since my arrival. My skills had improved with much determination. My time with Glorfindel had almost run my patience. No matter what, Glorfindel seemed to be oblivious for my inquires of his personal life. Perhaps it should be I to make the first move.

"No Amelia," Glorfindel said in a firm tone as I stood with my arrow nocked. He adjusted me properly. What suddenly surprised me that he stood behind me and rather closely. When his hand touch my elbow to lift it higher, the string on my heart tugged. I felt my cheeks warm up and no doubt I was blushing again... in front of Glorfindel. I bit my lip coyly as he spoke to me in a gentler voice, "Always keep this position. Bad Posture is bad archery."

I nodded my head in comprehension and without realized it I leaned back into him. Felt a completely comfort in his arms, almost intimately. When his warm chest came in contact with my back, a shiver rolled up my spine. I had hoped he would suddenly embrace but to my dismay, Glorfindel froze and said no more on my archery. Swiftly he removed his arms from be and came to the side. I swallowed hard when he came around as I noticed he was careful to not make eye contact.

I sighed inwardly for I believed I made him uncomfortable. My eyes jumped back to the target. I was rejected nonverbally. Then I too, refused to meet his eye contact. I bite my lip with uncertainty. When I aimed diligently, my eyes narrowed and then I released my arrow. It shooshed across the courtyard and landed dead center. Usually, I would be proud of myself and smiled with joy but I was a bit put off.

"Very good, my lady." Glorfindel complimented, his voice slightly strained. I barely mustered a smile when I met his gaze. He however smiled widely at my improvement and that was it.

"Thank you, your're a good teacher Glorfindel." I said with a less enthusiastic voice but none of the less it was the truth.

Glorfindel frowned at my tone of voice as he suddenly became worried, "What troubles you, my lady? You do not look pleased."

My mouth dropped in shock. Was he that dense? Or was he playing stupid? I made a move on him and yes it was very, very settle but it should have been enough for him to understand. When he was around I blushed and acted coyly. He must of sensed something from me these last few months. Glorfindel was very smart and did not need a written sign. Over the last few months, I grew to like Glorfindel and even suspected him to be the one in my dreams. I was down right besotted but too shy to reveal my emotions. Even now, I believed he made it clear that he didn't fell the same way, right? Ok, so my courting tactics were crappy but I was much too shy, I wish he would simply give me a sign. He never so much offered a simple gesture for he always kept his distance and I knew he was careful.

"Its nothing." I muttered as I looked away.

"My lady." His voice suddenly grew deeper that grasped my attention. His face became stern and less concerned. An eyebrow rose on his perfect face for he did not believe me, "I know better."

I pursed my lips as I felt a little irritated, "No, you don't but you should."

I abruptly left a confused Glorfindel behind in the courtyard and I rushed away. My feet stumped up the stone stairs as I entered into a long and grand hall. After I was out of his sight, I mentally yelled at myself for I made a scene. I didn't like it when I acted so rash. There was no point to return and apologize when I fumed. So, I continued and found myself at the garden where I noticed Arwen was. She sat at the fountain with her finger dipped into the water. She must of heard my approach for she looked in my direction. With a welcomed smile, she said "Amelia, what a surprise. I thought you were still in archery."

"It was... cut short today." I offered an excuse, I tried to hid any evidence in my voice and placed my arrow into my quiver.

Her eyebrows furrowed curiously as she titled her head to the side, "Thats not like Glorfindel to end a session so swiftly." Her voice was thoughtful as she looked back at the fountain and made ripples in the water.

"He didn't. I did." I stated with a firm tone and kept my head high. I earned myself a curious look from her.

"Why?"

"I needed to have some time to myself. He'll understand." Concluded in a sure tone as I approached her and unstrapped my quiver and placed it against the fountain stone. I sat next to the fountain. Swiftly, I took off archery glove and dipped my fingers into the water. The coolness was refreshing as I made a little splash with my index finger. Suddenly Arwen splashed back with more aggression followed by a giggle.

"Hey!" I shrieked when water landed on my trouser and top. Then I looked at Arwen with a determined smile. For an instant, there was a look of worry in her eyes. Before she could comment, I returned the splash at her. The water went into her dark hair as she tried to use her hands and arms as a shield.

She laughed with her melody-like voice. Her face was turned away to avoid water on to her face, "I give in... I give in."

I started to laugh when droplet were in her hair. My lips smiled with victory and I took out my hand from the fountain. It felt good to laugh for I hated it when I was full of anger. Suddenly, I asked her with curiosity, "What are you doing here?"

Arwen raked her fingers through her hair and attempted to fix it properly. With a smile she replied, "I desired to visit the fountain for its been many moons since then." Her eyes took in the beauty and they trailed up to the tip of the statue. Within seconds, her smiled faded into solemnly and said with a heavy voice, "My mind is troubled."

I frown to the tone of her voice for I wished to never see her so sorrowful. My head tilted to the side as I scooted closer to Arwen. Some parts of her hair were disarray from the water. I leaned forward and raked my fingers gently through her hair. As I was gently reordering Arwen's hair I inquired with concern in my voice, "What troubles you?"

She sighed and looked away. Once I was happy with her hair, I dropped my fingers and waited for her to continue. "Something dark grows in the shadows unseen. I can feel it but..." She trailed off as she kept her eye averted from mine. I noticed the fear that developed in her orbs and my heart ached to removed that, "I fear for those I love."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion for I did not understand. I pursed my lips as I tried to pin point her statement but no prevail. I inquired in a bewildered tone, "What do you mean?"

She looked back at me solemnly and stood up gracefully. Something was heavy on her mind and I felt it. If only I could understand and then, I would offer her comfort. Arwen took a few steps away from me as she was in deep thought. Suddenly, she turned to me, "Time of change will be upon us. I fell it in the air. A whisper of a dark lord."

That did not help. A dark Lord, I thought to myself. What dark lord? Arwen made no sense to me, "What dark lord?"

Her eyes met mine and I saw her eyes shift from worry to neutral, "Nothing, let us not speak of such things." She changed the subject swiftly. I noticed it was difficult for her to speak and so, she looked away from me. "What is on you mind?"

I sighed. In the past, Arwen gave me space when I needed, therefore I'll wait until she was ready to speak again. My curiosity was still fresh but I'll ignore it. Prehaps, I should confess my feelings for Glorfindel. Arwen did know him longer and would have advice. Beside, I would prefer her than having that kind of conversation with Aragorn. He probably would be uncomfortable. I shook my head and answered truthfully, "I.. don't take rejection well..."

This caught her attention as she swiftly turned. Her eyebrows furrowed and I heard the protectiveness in her voice, "Rejection? From who?" She inquired with curiosity, then it clicked, "Glorfindel?"

I looked up at her shocked that she knew, "How did you...?"

"Know?" She finished my sentence with a smile as her eyes lit up, "Its hard not to notice how eager you are for your lessons and how you blush when the very name Glorfindel is said in your presence."

I blushed and I cursed myself. My fingers fidgeted, "I just... I grew to like him."

I was hestitate to met her gaze. Her smile faded as she became serious, "I suspected as much. Amelia, as a friend, I would give you advice. Be careful around Glorfindel. He is not like the others. Glorfindel is a great protector of Rivendell and that would be all. I fear you'll simply get your heart broken."

Then speaking of which, my sensitive ears picked up very soft footsteps. It was only when I glanced to the side where I noticed Glorfindel rounded a corner and I suspected he was in search of me. My heart grew with alarm. Arwen turned and also saw Glorfindel. I heard her sigh as she looked back at me with slight sympathy. With a slight nod of her head, she bidded her farewell to me and turned to leave. As she passed, I heard whisper a good day to Glorfindel in elvish.

I paniked as I swiftly stood up and without delay, I made a quick escape. My foolishness had already cost me some of my dignity and I would like to retain some until I was ready to face him. As I reached to the other edge of the garden where my escape waited for me, I heard Glorfindel stern voice, "Lady Amelia, do not go any further."

Like a robot, I stop in my track and followed his command. That voice he used when he was serious always forced me to respect him. Sighed inwardly as my hands clenched tightly into a fist. If only I left earlier. Solemnly, I closed my eyes and turned to face Glorfindel. When I opened my eyes, he stood by the fountain where I left my quiver and bow.

"That was not courteous." Glorfindel began as he gesture his hand toward the fountain. He waited as his blue eyes remained intently on me. "Please sit and let us speak to each other."

I swallowed hard as I slowly walked back like a guilty child. Glorfindel's eyes burned into me but I refused to meet them. Slowly I sat down as Glorfindel sat next to me but with a distance, "Would you like to explain what I should know?"

I shook my head to decline as I kept my eyes advert to the side.

"Amelia.." He began as I realized he did not use 'lady' this time. "I am concerned for you. Will you not confide in me?"

Fine, if thats the way he wanted it. So be it. I snapped my head to him as my eyes hardened, "Are you that dense?"

My words were harsh which made Glorfindel flinch in surprise. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "You accuse me of being dense and yet you give me so little reason to why."

I pursed my lips as I barely whispered and my voice soften dramatically, "Have you not noticed?"

Glorfndel's eyes soften and he sighed.

"I can't explain why I acted such a way." I confessed as I turned my head. It was true, my feelings confused me. Never before have I felt anything like this before. Even if I did, I would have cut off those feelings before they grew. However since, I'm in Middle-Earth without my former responsibilities, I allowed myself the chance. The chance took me to Glorfindel who now looked tormented. My sense were dead on, he did not feel the same way.

"Amelia..." He began in a defeated whisper, never once glanced away uncomfortable, "I have.. suspected but I can not return of that you seek..."

I looked away then as my heart broke. Have I mistaken him so much? Was he not the one from my dreams or was he indeed the from my dream but only there to haunt me like the others? I bit my lower lip. Or was I so lonely that I searched for the first elf I saw? Indeed, I was lonely for I denied myself any kind of romance. Now here, I fell for the first one and immediately remembered why I refused to love.

I felt a soft hand under my chin and gently if turned my head toward Glorfindel, "Do not be sorrowful for my heart longs to see you smile with joy. Understand Amelia, I could only offer you friendship. Until the last of my days, I would be here for you, if you are ever in need of me."

To be continued...

LinwelR: Well, I certainly don't want you to hurt yourself over a fanfiction! But all good things will come with a bit of patience.

No dreams this time sorry... There will be next time.