I just finished reading Elf, Interrupted: Book One: Glorfindel Redux, and it is the best I have ever read. It took me two days to finish it. Anyway, enough with that. Tell me what you think of this chapter and as always, enjoy! Thank you for all of the faves, follows, and reviews, they make my day!

Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own, you don't sue. All I own is Celine.

Cupcake155: I hope that's a good thing! XD

FandomFangirl100: girl, really? Maedhros, who she just called brother? XD nah, not him, at any rate.

Evangeline Pond: oh yeah, I did. *smirks* anyway, of course you may use him! He's not mine anyway, but you can use my idea of him, of course. XD

Rosiethehobbit17: *giggles* yep! Lark says thaaaanks!

woodElfJedi: well at least you saw some of it. I'm glad for that. Anyway, the answers to your questions... 1) an initiate is is someone between the level of a youngling and Padawan. 2) a grey Jedi is a sect or class of Jedi that are known for their mysteriousness. They go around as spies of sorts, and are the most dangerous sect to be in, as proved by Dooku, who was one of them. The reason being that they have to be in the grey zone a lot because is the nature of their missions, so the lines of light and dark are rather blurred for them. 3) Maia? No, that was Nàmo! And speaking of which, I never really though of that as a AS ref but I guess it Dort of is. XD glad you've gotten that far already!

Chapter 13

Break was over. Well, I declared it so, anyway. I was eager to get going, so I stood and brushed off my robes, and spoke aloud.

"Okay, Ada, I'm ready for the next assignment!" I said with a smile.

"As you wish. West wing, third door on the right." He instructed. I nodded and headed off. Mairon hopped after gleefully, tripping and stumbling over my robes with good humor. I laughed at him and arrived at the designated place.

Knock. "No." Came the sour and extremely sarcastic snarl. Of course, I ignored it and stepped in.

"Now, Maeglin, that's no way to treat your good friend, is it?" I asked cheerily, bounding in. "Before you ask, yes, it's Celine. Before you ask how, I'm a Maia, and before you ask how THAT, it's because I come from another world therefore I must be a Maia to contain my inner light properly." I rambled on, plopping into a chair. Mairon surveyed the bookshelf in the room.

"Why are you here?" He asked dully, looking out the window, but much more subdued then before.

"Because I care. And I don't want you here." I answered promptly.

"I think you're the only one, then." He said dryly.

"Nope. There's Lark, also a Maia, and there's also your mother Aradhel, and I'm sure that the Feänorian brothers that you became acquainted with would like to see you, and also Mairon. Quite a nice list, really." I ticked them off on my fingers lazily and surveyed him.

"Go away." He said apathetically.

"No. Not yet. Not before I tell you something." I replied determinedly. "Look at me." I said sternly. He didn't turn. With an exasperated sigh, I walked in front of him and bent to deliberately look into his eyes. They focused on me icily.

"You may not feel that way, and never will, but I will make sure that you know this one fact. I will come here everyday and tell you until you believe it." I said slowly and seriously, not allowing him to look away.

"I love you as a brother, no matter what you think of yourself. If you cannot find it in yourself to love yourself, know that I do. And I always will. Because I do not care about your past, only what you are now, and all I see is an elf that I had fun with and an elf that needs to be cared for." I stated, then placed a hand on his shoulder. Then I grinned.

"And the only other elf who approved of my choices of music." I winked at him and then stood, sleeves rustling, and left, leaving him staring there, stock still in shock. Marion giggled as soon as we were in the hall.

"You got him good." He snickered. I gave an amused twist of the mouth.

"Hmm. Well, it's the truth. I warned you I was blunt." I smirked. He begged to be picked up. With an exaggerated sigh and a smile, I obliged.

"Indeed you are." Nàmo's voice stood me amusedly. "Now, east wing, fourth door left, and then fifth."

"Gotcha master!" I replied cheerily, and moved to said wing of the hall. The walls were grey, but comforting at the same time, high walls of smooth stone and bright with many windows.

I got to the door and as always, knocked. There was a resigned sigh. "Enter."

I opened the door and came face-to-face with a fair, blonde haired and green-eyes elf who looked up wearily. He blinked, and I closed the door.

"Hello!" I said with a smile. "My name is Celine." I introduced myself. "You must be Celegorm." I said with a smile.

"I am." He replied, obviously still taken aback.

"Do I look strange?" I teased with a grin. He blinked again, and then shook his head.

"No. I was expecting someone else is all." He answered hesitantly. I smiled.

"I can understand that. Well, I guess I can introduce myself as your adopted sister now. Maybe you heard that Maedhros and two other brothers of yours went on a trip?" I asked. He nodded.

"Well, they came to my house and kinda happened to adopt me," I shrugged, "so I chose to come here, and as a result I am a Maia under Nàmo." I finished, sitting down.

"So what makes you stay?" I asked, propping my head in my chin. He frowned at me briefly and shrugged.

"Nothing to make me go." He answered dully. I rolled my eyes.

"You don't want to see our brothers, you don't want to see your mother or father, you don't want to see old friends, nothing? Not even be free of guilt and feel healed?" I asked sadly. "That's sad."

"Why?" He asked.

"Funny, I've got that question a lot today. Well, my answer is because I don't like to see you here." I answered truthfully. "You're my adopted brother, and I'd like to see you smile, like Maedhros and Caranthir and Maglor did." I said bluntly.

"I see." He said, seemingly uninterested.

"Don't you ever get bored here?" I asked, looking around.

"What does it matter?"

"I'll take that as a yes." I said dryly. "Well, I like fun. And I think you could be fun. You know, Drago, descendant of your wolf Huan is my companion. My friend, Lark, has Saphira as her companion." I added, standing and moving to the window thoughtfully.

"You barely know me." He pointed out. I turned to face him, face drawn in thought.

"Perhaps so, but I feel connected to you anyway, because you are my adopted brother. Just think about it, okay? I don't expect you to listen to me, but thank you for doing so anyway. You didn't have to. I'll leave you to your privacy. Bye!" And with a cheerful wave, I dragged Mairon off to the last door for the day.

I couldn't wait to see Lark and ask her about her day. Another knock.

"Come in!" This voice was cheerful, to my relief. I opened the door and moved in, closing it behind me and turning to see who was my last friend of the day.

And blinked incredulously. Two identical twins. Red hair. Green eyes. "Oh my Eru." I said blankly. "Wait, am I seeing double?" I asked. The twins started laughing at me.

"No! We're twins! I'm Amrod." Said one.

"And I'm Amras." Declared the other clone. I sighed and sat down.

"Yep. Just like you, Ada Nàmo, to make me meet my twin brothers today." I said aloud to the ceiling.

"What do you mean?" Asked one.

"Well... Your brothers went away for a while... And adopted me..." And I told them my story, and other funny bits and pieces. "But why are you here?" I asked with a frown.

"Well, sis, because we don't want to leave without our other brothers really." They shrugged. I smiled.

"Oh I see. Well, I'm gonna try to get them to, believe me. With all I have. I'll threaten them and everything." I said solemnly. They sniggered.

"You're funny. Not like those other Maia-"

"Who are always way too serious." The other finished with a snort. I grinned.

"Welcome to the group of insane laughter." I replied maniacally. They high-fived me.

"Well, little brothers, I have to go, but I'll visit some other time, promise." I said, ruffling their hair. They had become younger, it seems.

"Aww. Okay." They chimed, and turned back to playing. With a smile, Mairon and I left, heading down the hallway to Nàmo's room. When we finally arrived, I knocked politely, and the door opened.

Nàmo stood and walked over to me. "Very well done, Celine. Now, you are done for the day, but I have something for you. Valinor elves get confused with which Maiar belonging to which Valar, so we made these to signify which is who." He handed me a sash.

It was dark grey, and had the Feänturi symbol on it, a circle with a star in the middle, the rays spreading out to the edges of the circle. "Okay Ada. I'll wear it!" I said with a smile. He stroked my hair softly.

"Good. It should match anything, if you're worried." He winked. I rolled my eyes as Mairon giggled and he chuckled. "Be ready to leave for Valinor again in a few minutes. There we will have a gathering with other Maia and Vala and elves to meet each other." He said, moving back to the desk in his room. I nodded and turned to leave.

"Thanks Master!" I said, and Mairon balanced on my hip, moved out to my room.

...

Valinor was unspeakably beautiful, was my decision as I looked around the gathering place for Lark.

"Celine!" She squealed, and ran smack into me as we hugged. I laughed and we began to talk rapidly, after she hugged Mairon.

"Did you realize we aged?" She asked eagerly. I nodded. "What's your room like?"

I learned that hers was white and the same layout as mine, just with light blue and white robes.

She was dressed in the exact same clothes as I was just, you guessed it, light blue and white, and she had a Feänturi sash on too, but white and blue.

"It was awesome! I got to go on the path of dreams and help elves out of the wrong paths, like nightmares." She said, and went on a spiel that I listened to interestedly.

"Cool!" And I told her mine.

"Awesome!" She said with a grin.

"Celine, Lark, this is Eonwë, messenger of Manwë." Irmo spoke up and introduced us to a lot of different Maia. But I was eager to see a few in particular.

"Can we meet Olòrin? And the people of the fellowship, like Gimli and Legolas and Frodo and Bilbo?" I asked. Nàmo smiled.

"In due time, you will find them, and you will meet them." He agreed. Lark and I were satisfied with that.

"Funny though I feel more drawn to Silmarillion elves then them." I mused. Lark nodded.

"Yep. Oddly." She agreed, just as there was a flash of distinctive gold in the corner of my vision. I turned, and saw what I expected. I grabbed Lark and tugged her over to the two familiar elves. I giggled inwardly. Now Ecthelion could properly court Lark!

"Glorfindel! Thel!" I squeed, throwing my arms around the golden warrior. "Gosh, it's so good to see you again! Did you miss our random insanity?" I asked with a huge grin on my face, looking up at Glorfindel. He looked down, startled, and then smiled to see me.

"Ah, I was wondering when we would see you, Celine." He replied with a chuckle, hugging me back. "You grew." He sounded surprised.

"Yep." I answered cheerfully. "We grew older because the journey passed through time, so we grew accordingly. But I only grew older. Growing UP is only an option." I said with a comical jig. I didn't notice the hope that sprang up for a moment in his face.

"Good." He answered with a smile. Lark was chatting away to an extremely happy Ecthelion, to my amusement.

"Did Thel confide in you?" I whispered to Glorfindel conspiratorially.

He chuckled. "It was hilarious. He looks at me and says, 'Glorfindel, I'm in love.' So I replied, 'with who?' And he answered me, 'Lark.' Naturally, I was surprised, but then I asked him, 'what if she cries in confusion or something drastic when you finally tell her?' Do you know what he answered as he stalked away with his nose in the air?" He sniggered, as I listened, immensely amused.

"No, what?" I asked expectantly. He was stifling his laughter.

"He replied, 'then she can fill my fountain with her tears.'" He gasped.

I started laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe. I sank to the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks and gasping frantically for air.

"Oh. Dear. Sweet. Force." I choked. Luckily Lark and Ecthelion didn't notice. "That is so good!" I went into another hysterical burst of laughter. Glorfindel was bent double, clutching his stomach.

"Is something amusing, Glorfindel?" An elf with rich blonde hair and green eyes asked amusedly, coming up. Glorfy righted himself with difficulty and winced.

"Yes, Lord Turgon, but I dare not repeat it for it is a secret." He answered.

I stood and bowed. The elf nodded back. "You must be Celine, the Maia that the Vala introduced." He said. I nodded with a grin.

"Yes, I am, thank you, King Turgon. It is a pleasure to meet you!" I said cheerfully. He smiled and nodded back.

"As it is you." He gave Glorfindel a significant glance and walked away. I sighed, wiping away lingering tears.

"I love that one. So romantic." I choked. Glorfindel spluttered.

"What's so funny?" Lark asked. I glanced at Ecthelion, and burst into laughter again.

"Nothing Lark, nothing!"

Ecthelion glared at Glrofindel and I. Mairon decided along with Lark that it wasn't worth asking.

...

"Ah, Celine, I have been looking for you, child." Nàmo said, walking up to me where I stood in one of the hallways of Mandos and laying a hand on my shoulder. I blushed softly. Whenever you're around a Vala, you feel so small and afraid. They have every power to do anything to you, but instead they make sure that you know they love you.

"I'm sorry you had to go through trouble to find me, Atto." I answered sheepishly, smiling regretfully and twisting my hands. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Now, none of that, child. You know that it is no trouble to look after one of my own." He reprimanded mildly. "Come, I must speak to you. Is Mairon well?" He asked, though of course he knew. I nodded.

"Yes, he is asleep, tired." I answered walking with him down the hallway. We arrived at his personal work chambers and he pushed me in gently and made me sit down.

Then he sat and looked into my eyes, for how long I don't know. It could have been minutes, seconds, hours, years, and I would never had known. What he searched for I don't know, but when he was finished he sat back and watched me while I snapped out of it and groaned, rubbing my head in pain.

"Good." He said. Then his fingers were placed on my forehead and the pounding went away. I just sat, feeling confused.

"G-good, master?" I asked, trying to sort out my feelings.

He sighed softly. "You and Lark, my dear, are something that has not happened before. Your reactions to my search are between a Maia and an Eldar, something I have never seen before. Your presences promise the Vala great interest and concern for your welfare. The transition from being a human to Maia will not be easy and we do not know the repercussions that this may bring about." He answered patiently placing his hand on mine.

I nodded vaguely, trying to understand that. "So- you mean that I- and Lark- we-" I floundered, at a loss for words. With a sympathetic smile, he patted my hand.

"Yes, yeldë, you and Lark will go through hardships. But with your permission, I and my brothers and sisters will study you and make sure you will be just fine." He said softly.

"P-permission?" I asked, baffled.

"Yes, for you have your own choices. We do not dictate you, little one." He comforted. I slowly nodded.

"O-okay, that's okay with me. I-I'm... Afraid of the Valar... But I still trust them, if that makes any sense." I said with a blush. He chuckled.

"And for that we thank you, Celine." He replied, standing. Then he turned to me. "Now, you will be excused from duties for a while, but in the meantime you will be learning how to be a Maia under I and my siblings, along with Lark. Do you understand, child?" There was a tone in his voice that brooked no argument, and I nodded.

"Yes, Atto. I understand." I whispered quietly. Then I looked up. "Atto?" I asked sheepishly. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Can-can you give me a new name?" I asked. His lips suddenly twitched.

"And what if you don't like it?" He dead-panned. But there was a twinkle in his eye that I caught.

"Ummm... I'll- wait, you're teasing me, aren't you." I asked suspiciously. He started laughing at me. I stuck out my tongue and sulked. All that succeeded in doing was making him laugh harder.

"My my, she is just like Glorfindel was, isn't she?" He asked no one in particular. There was a chuckle from thin air.

"Indeed she is." And more voices of the Valar joined him in laughter, leaving me to shake my head in confusion but smile placidly nonetheless.