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A/N: Any font in regular bold type is the language of the elements spoken by Kemen, Alu, Vilya, and Naur. Bold Italic type is Elvish

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He laid in the grass and looked at the sky and the star he was married under. Eärendil shone dully in the sky. Before he had lost Feywen, he had been bright on this night. Now, it was as if the Mariner was mourning with him.

"This makes the tenth year I have seen you looking at that star on this night."

"Only ten years since you've been here, Lithwen." He replied and continued watching the sky. She and a host of others had arrived five years before Gandalf arrived with the baby Aragorn.

"A technicality. But from your words, how long have you been watching that star?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious."

"Every year for the past five centuries." He replied, still not looking at her. He could smell the perfume she had put on and could feel Vilya desperately trying to push it away without revealing herself. "Is there something you want, Lithwen?" He wanted to be alone.

"What makes you think she'll come back?"

"She is a fighter. She won't let something like this stop her. She'll succeed and then we will return to Valinor and our life there and start a family." He didn't see the look of rage that passed over her face, but the elements did and prepared to create a wall. But the look passed.

"Well, it's always good to keep an open mind. Good night." He breathed a sigh of relief and continued watching the stars. She stayed where she was, hoping he would ask her to join him. He didn't and she stormed away. He sighed in relief again and let himself relax. On the other side of the clearing, the elements took the form of warriors.

"I'm going to end up killing her one of these days." Alu said darkly, glaring in the direction Lithwen had gone.

"Peace, Alu." Vilya tried to temper her sister. "What would Feywen think if she heard you say that?"

"She would agree with her." Naur commented as she leaned against a tree, being careful not to light it on fire. "If Feywen were here, Lithwen would not be trying to get her claws into Glorfindel. The fact that she is trying means that she doesn't believe Fey will succeed."

"All these elves came back to fight in a battle that may be long in coming." Alu said, arms and legs crossed. "Lithwen knows this and knows that if she can get Glorfindel, then there won't be a fight because she knows Glorfindel will fight for Feywen while he still loves her. But what reason would there be for the elves to go to war if he loved another? All the elves in Rivendell would be safe while everyone else went to war."

"These are dark thoughts." Kemen interrupted. "We will deal with Lithwen when we have to, not before. I doubt she can seduce Glorfindel anyway. It has been five hundred years and he vowed to rescue her even if it took centuries. He risked death in Mirkwood for her. He will not toss her love aside so easily. We need to find the information Feywen needs to defeat Morgoth."

"But only the Valar know that secret and they have not shared it with her. Else this whole mess would have been dealt with long ago and Feywen and Glorfindel could have returned to Valinor." Vilya commented.

"It is a secret only one knows and we do not know where he has hidden." Alu stood and gazed towards the east, where their mistress and friend was held captive. "We must wait for her to call to us." Her sisters nodded grimly. They knew they could do nothing when they did not know what they were looking for themselves. The only clue would come from Feywen, if it came at all.

"Lord Glorfindel!" The elf turned and smiled as the five year old boy ran to him from outside. He knelt and caught him and spun him in the air while rising to his feet.

"Estel, you're supposed to be with your cousins." He put the boy down and took his hand and they walked.

"They've gone off to patrol. So I came to be with you. You've been so lonely. You look lonely. Are you alright?"

"Of course I am, Estel. I just miss someone that is very dear to me."

"Aunt Feywen." Glorfindel looked down at the young boy. He was the exact image of the man he was named after. At the moment, his gray eyes were looking straight ahead.

"Yes, I miss your Aunt Feywen."

"She'll come back, Lord Glorfindel. She'll come back so I can meet her." The boy looked up and smiled. Glorfindel smiled back.

"You're great with kids." Glorfindel struggled to maintain his smile.

"Estel, I think Gandalf has something he wants to show you." Aragorn pulled his hand from Glorfindel's and ran down the hall. Glorfindel's smile faded as he turned toward the voice. His fears were confirmed as he looked at the one elf he didn't want to see. He didn't miss that he dress was extremely low cut and her brown hair was draped down over her left shoulder. She turned from her and began to walk back the way he had come. "She never gives me a moment's peace!"

"We can take care of that for you." Naur cackled from the nearby torches. He heard Lithwen following him.

"Why do I get the feeling that you've had this thought before?" None of the elements answered. He smirked.

"Why are you avoiding me?" She pouted. He ignored her and quickened his pace. She matched it. "You cannot avoid me forever, Lord Glorfindel."

"I have told you to stay away from me, Lithwen."

"You know I can't. I am the highest born lady in Rivendell."

"You control nothing, Lithwen. Lord Elrond left this place to his sons. They left Rivendell in my charge until they return." No one else knew, but Elohir and Elladan had gone to Gondor to find information for Feywen. All anyone knew was that they had gone on some errand and it was not known when they would return, if they would return at all. She stopped in shock. Glorfindel took that moment to hurry through an open door and slammed it in her face.

He sat and laughed with the sons of Elrond. They had returned the night before and Glorfindel had prepared a feast for them, in celebration of their birthday. He had seen Lithwen hovering around the table, trying to get close to them. He was thankfully surrounded by Elladan, Elohir, Gandalf, and young Estel. He laughed for the first time in many years, thanks to the prankster twin brothers of Arwen. They had done many things to make him laugh, including telling young Estel all the trouble his aunt would get into with them.

Though his laughs came easy, Glorfindel's heart was heavy. The brothers had not been able to find anything that would help Feywen. He knew that the elements could get word to her if they needed to. He just had to be patient. He knew Feywen knew she was not alone. Nothing would keep them apart. "What happened then?" Aragorn asked the brothers, light in his eyes.

"Well, Feywen grinned at us." Elladan answered him.

"A scary grin it was to." Elohir cut in. "But, she slowly drew her dagger and cut the rope. And it was thick rope."

"It should have taken her at least three swipes to cut it. But she cut it in one."

"That's when we knew we were in trouble."

"Oh, I remember that." Glorfindel laughed. "The two of you came running into the Hall of Fire like a pack of Uruks were on your heels. Before they try to exaggerate too much, Estel, they were stopped by a trap Feywen had set for them. Which is why she was grinning. She knew she had them."

"My ankles still hurt." Elladan pouted, laughter in his eyes. Lithwen chose that moment to show herself to them. The twins immediately looked away. Glorfindel turned Aragorn's head so he could not see. The twins saw their chance and took the young boy into the Hall of Fire to show him where they had hung from their ankles for a few days. Glorfindel returned to his food as did Gandalf. Lithwen sat next to him, giving him full view of the top of her breasts. He pointedly looked away.

She placed a hand softly on his arm and whispered, "Let's go somewhere private." He ignored her and continued eating. She tugged on his arm. He pulled from her grasp and touched the locket around his neck. She noticed and grabbed his hand and pulled him up. He scowled and pulled from her, bumping into the table. The patio fell silent. "You're making a scene." She hissed and tried to pull him towards her.

"That is enough, Lithwen!" He roared. "I do not want you. It is time you stop this nonsense. I don't know what you think you are trying to gain by acting like this, but you will not get it."

"Glorfindel, let's go somewhere we can talk alone." She said softly, batting her lashes at him. He sneered.

"I have told you to stay away from me. How can I expect you to follow orders in battle if you cannot follow that simple command?"

"What battle, Glorfindel?" She finally yelled back. "Has it ever occurred to you that there may never be a battle? She may never come back! She may decide she likes living with the Black God and stay with him forever!" A slap rang through the air and her hand flew to her cheek. Glorfindel had not moved from his place, but a slim, red mark in the shape of a hand was forming on her left cheek. To her, it felt wet.

"You know not of what you speak." Glorfindel said calmly. Lithwen's face contorted in anger.

"I don't? Maybe not. But last I knew, five hundred years apart is too long to hope for the survival of love."

"Then you know nothing." Gandalf looked from one elf to the other. He didn't understand what was going on, but he could guess that Lithwen had been at it for far too long.

"You know nothing." She hissed. "She is lost to you, Glorfindel. She is lost and never coming back."

"Enough!" But she didn't listen.

"She is gone! She's been gone since she walked into the forest without you by her side! Do you really believe she still loves you? You are a fool! She will not survive this war! She knows it and that is why she gave you up! That is why the Valar sent me back! To be with you!"

"I said enough!" Glorfindel grabbed her arm steered her towards the warriors that were guarding the gates. He shoved her towards them. "Go back to Valinor, Lithwen. You have no place among the people of Middle Earth any longer." Lithwen straightened and looked him dead in the eye.

"I tell you, she will not survive this war you say is going to happen."

"Then you do not know her. She will live. She will survive just as she survived the last one."

"If she does survive, she will not be the same woman you fell in love with. Then you will regret sending me away."

"Sending you away will be the best thing for me. Get her out of here. Escort her to the Fords and let her go where she will from there." Without saying another word, Glorfindel stormed into the darkness. Aragorn rushed after him, leaving the sons of Elrond standing in shock at what they had just witnessed. Gandalf chuckled quietly.

"He handled that quite nicely." Naur said appreciatively. Alu smiled.

"Was it necessary to strike her, Alu?" Vilya asked.

"I will not let her attack Feywen's honor." Was the only reply.

*laughs evily* Well, what did you think? Any future predictions? Do you think Lithwen is right about Feywen?

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