Yes, yes, it is about time that Glorfindel get his butt in gear and go for his wife. And an epic battle is on the horizon. Enjoy!

"Carolani!" Said Elf turned to see Glorfindel hurrying towards her, sword in hand. It took her a moment to recognize it as Feywen's sword, Nardin.

"Lord Glorfindel, what is the matter?"

"Where is Aragorn?" Carolani looked at him in fear. She had not seen Glorfindel like this since Feywen had first left without him. The look in Glorfindel's eyes scared her for Aragorn. "Carolani,"

"What are you doing with Feywen's sword?" She finally found the courage to ask.

"I'm going to fight with it. Where is Aragorn?"

"You've given me no good reason to tell you."

"Carolani!"

"Glorfindel, you're scaring me! What are you going to do with him?"

"I am placing him where he belongs." Glorfindel growled. "Now go and get him and bring him to the armory." He turned on his heel and walked away. Carolani ran towards where the wizard was being housed. Something was wrong with Glorfindel and she couldn't understand what it was.

"Gandalf!" She cried as she entered his rooms. He looked up from the book he was reading. The fear in her eyes told him something was wrong.

"What is wrong, Carolani?"

"It's Glorfindel. I'm not sure that he is sane. He just approached me with Feywen's sword. He wants to see Aragorn. I know that he is in the camp. But Glorfindel wants me to bring him to the armory. I'm not sure if I should. He had the same look in his eye when Feywen first left him to complete her task."

"As luck should have it, Aragorn is in Rivendell at the request of Elladan. I will take him to Glorfindel. I need to see what this is about." Gandalf stood from his chair and swept past Carolani, staff in hand and Glamdring on his belt. She collapsed on the floor and leaned against the door. Gandalf hurried to the stables where Elladan, Elrohir, and Aragorn were preparing to leave for a hunt. They had taken to hunting evil creatures since the tremor. As it was, only Gandalf and the Elves knew what it had meant. Gandalf wondered if his words had had the effect on Glorfindel that he had intended. Forty-five years had passed since the King of Gondor had been in Minas Tirith. He hailed them as he neared.

"Gandalf, what brings you here?" Elladan asked.

"This is not a matter to be spoken of in a tongue common around here, Elladan. Aragorn, Lord Glorfindel wishes our presence in the armory."

"But I have already promised to hunt with Elladan and Elrohir."

"This cannot wait for your trip to be over."

"Gandalf, is this about what I suspect it is?"

"Yes, Elrohir. And now, Aragorn is needed in the armory." The twins nodded and Aragorn looked at the wizard. "Follow me." Gandalf hurried out of the stables and towards the house, Aragorn on his heels. The two hurried to the armory. Aragorn was curious about what could be so important that the White Wizard would fetch him for Lord Glorfindel. He had thought that Gandalf was above Glorfindel in rank. "I came for you myself, Aragorn. Glorfindel did not send me." Gandalf suddenly said as they stopped before the armory door. It was ajar. Gandalf peeked in. Glorfindel was already inside, looking at Feywen's blade. "Do not fear him." Gandalf whispered. "I will be with you. Come." Gandalf opened the door and the two entered. Glorfindel didn't move until they were just a few feet away.

"I just sent someone for you, Gandalf. I figured you should be here for this."

"What is going on, Glorfindel? Carolani looked as if she had seen a ghost when she burst into my rooms." Glorfindel looked at Feywen's sword.

"Aragorn, this sword here is Nardin. It belongs to your Aunt Feywen. You remember me telling you of her. She got this as her inheritance through Lady Galadriel from her long dead grandfather."

"Yes, I remember. I also remember you never telling me why she was never around nor where she was."

"Yes, I know. That is because when you asked, you were too young to understand."

"And now?"

"Now, you will know the whole truth."

"What are you talking about?"

"Over five hundred years ago, Feywen set about creating shields to protect the people of Middle Earth, becoming their champion. She could have just stayed in Valinor. But the evil she is protecting us from is ancient and was fought by her grandparents long ago. It was sealed beneath the mountain in Mordor. No one knew this for the ones who had been present at the sealing were all dead. Feywen only learned of this after the War of the Ring, after she had stepped foot into the mountain to help Frodo destroy the Ring. She knew, after reading her aunt's journal, that the evil had been sealed beneath the mountain. But it was doubled sealed. It broke free of the mountain, but was not powerful enough to regain its full power. That had to happen once it married a full blooded Elf. Feywen took it upon herself to fight this evil, to pay the price that her grandparents had not. After shielding the Dwarves of Erebor, she and the Prince of Mirkwood were making their way back to Gondor, going south along the Misty Mountains. I was told this and mirrored their path. We met in the middle, as she had planned. It was on our way back to Gondor that we were stopped by the Dark Elves." Glorfindel's eyes fell. "She had to pay the price her grandparents would not. So, she walked willingly into Mordor to treat with her enemy, Morgoth. She has been there ever since."

"You said was. I know that Morgoth is free of Mount Doom, but I sense a deeper trouble."

"Morgoth had to marry a full blooded Elf."

"Yes, and Aunt Feywen is an Elandili. You told me so yourself. She and my namesake share a mother."

"They still share a mother. But she is no longer and Elandili." Glorfindel looked at the blade in his hands. "Almost a year ago now, Morgoth stole that which made Feywen an Elandili. He took her mother's blood from her. She is now a full Elf."

"The tremor." Glorfindel nodded.

"She is now his prisoner more than ever. But only she has the power to destroy him and that which gives him life. It is time that we give her the chance she needs, before she is killed. But first, I promised you the whole truth." Glorfindel sheathed Nardin and stood. He turned his back to them and went to a sword hanging on the wall. He turned back to them. "This is Andúril, the Flame of the West and forged from the shards of Narsil. Tis the blade of Elendil, your sire and namesake. Tis the sword of the King of Gondor and your birthright."

"My birthright. But I thought I was a Ranger, one of the Dúnedain."

"You are both, Aragorn. Your namesake was Feywen's brother, King of Gondor and Arnor. He was given a different name when he became king, but to Feywen, he has always been Aragorn."

"But why am I here, in Rivendell, instead of in Gondor?"

"Because," Gandalf answered, "I brought you here. Your father, the king of Gondor, called for me when he received a poisoned wound in place of an Elf. He lived only long enough to see you born and to ask me to keep you safe. He feared that the political powers within Gondor would seek to control you from a young boy. Aragorn, your namesake, was a dear friend of mine. It was for his sake and yours that I took you from your birthplace and brought you here where you were raised in safety. Take your sword, Aragorn."

Aragorn grabbed the hilt and drew the blade, leaving the sheath in Glorfindel's hands. He was surprised with how well it fit into his hand. "Almost as if I am the reincarnation of him." He swung it, feeling the weight of it in his hands. Once he was done, he took the sheath from Glorfindel, sheathed the blade, and buckled it onto his belt, taking off his old one. "So what now?"

"Now," Glorfindel buckled Nardin onto his belt, "we go to Gondor."

"Glorfindel, are you mad?" Gandalf cut in. "You can't take him to Gondor. They will never allow him to sit on the throne. The steward has gone mad with power."

"All the more reason to go. Denethor cannot deny the return of his king. There is only one King of Gondor. Gandalf, you need come as well. The word of a wizard may be needed. I hope you're packed."

"Which way do you plan on going, Glorfindel? Thranduil made it clear that you were not welcome in his realm again."

"We will go through the Gap of Rohan. We travel light. We'll get more provisions in Rohan. We must hurry. The journey will take longer than we have."

"We don't have enough time as it is. We cannot go around the mountain. Let us go over it and through Lórien. Celeborn is friendly towards you."

"No, Morgoth will be expecting us to go that way. We must go through the Gap of Rohan. The reason you could not go that way before was because of Saruman. He is now dead and so is Isengard. Aragorn, we do not have the time for you to say farewell. This is something that should have been done long ago."

"I agree. But he has spies everywhere. I have heard that his creations are attacking in broad daylight."

"Then we be alert at all times." Glorfindel fingered the ring and locket around his neck. "I am coming for you."

Things are about to get interesting. not sure if I should make part of the next chapter them traveling or just jump straight to Gondor. Thoughts? Thanks for reading and, as always, please review