History.

"haba…" I could feel the breath of his words across my neck. It tickled me. His closeness made me giddy. His fingers ran up and down my arms. It didn't matter that I was a star, his touch burned me. Nothing mattered but being closer to him. Being his.

I turned in his arms, to look at his face. His beautiful, perfect face. Mine. How could I ever have questioned the importance of mortals? The beauty of him.

I couldn't believe after the night we'd just spent together, in each other's arms, as one…I couldn't believe I was still shy around him. Still unsure of myself.

I lifted my hand up slowly to his face, to run my thumb across his cheek. He closed his eyes, I didn't like that very much. His eyes were one of my favourite things about him, they were as deep as Ulmo's waters.

I acknowledged his hair was another of the many, many perfect things about him. Soft and Golden, I ran a hand through it letting it fall slowly from my fingers. My hair was ugly, especially for a star. It was muddy and brown and plain. Nothing like his.

He was flawless. His mind, his body, him.

His eyes were still closed. I knew he wasn't asleep. I could tell. I just lay there, in his arms a while longer, watching him until I plucked up the courage to try something new. Something that fascinated me.

I raised my hand again, this time using a single finger, I ran it along the edge of his ear, from the tip to his lobe. A shudder ran through his body, as I finished. I felt his eyes on me again.

And then it was my turn to close my own. His hands found their way into my hair, it tumbled everywhere. His lips found their way onto mine. I didn't think it was possible to be any closer to him than I felt already, to love him anymore but I did.

He was so perfect, so tender I wanted to weep. It was bliss, being held so close to him, being together, being one.

He was right. I was his.

I was glad I wasn't a star, I was here with him.

"heba" he repeated nuzzling his face into my neck lovingly. I never, ever wanted to leave his side, ever. No one could make me. I'd die first.

"ilyamenie" I whispered in response, resting my head against his, falling asleep.

I sat up suddenly shaking. The hobbits were looking at me again. I didn't like it, so I turned away. Feeling something…Embarrassment? Humiliation? Shame?

I didn't like anything. Not dreams, not awake, not breathing. I wanted it to go away, to stop. It hurt.

And again, for the second time I sat and I sobbed in front of the Hobbits. They must have thought me very weak, but I didn't care. I hated being a human…right now I hated the idea of being a star. At least as a star I wouldn't feel.

I knew that wasn't strictly true, even stars feel. Obviously stars felt something, or I would have left our sister here to fade alone. I felt more than the other stars did though, probably because I'd been here already. They wouldn't have come down here. They'd be looking down at me now, puzzled.

Even as a star I couldn't forget my time on land. It had been more than an age ago.

Gondolin, the night we discovered Maeglin had betrayed us. Curse his name.

But…even if Maeglin had remained loyal…if the Balrog had not taken him…I still might have left him.

It isn't easy…being a star. No one would understand. We are easily swayed. If we had been left alone, left to be, then we would still be together, he and I. I did not doubt that. I never doubted the love we shared.

But loyalty is more than just a word. I couldn't change who I was any more than he could. Varda had known that I would have to make a choice. She knew that if I used my light I'd become mortal, that I would age and wither and die.

She knew, I think of Maeglins betrayal. Of his death. So she had sent another light to save me.

I still remember the star that had come to reason with me, to give me a choice. She'd had red hair and her eyes had been green. She'd never taken a name. Then again, I would not have taken a name had I not been given it. Given it by him.

She hadn't known how to speak, but stars don't need to speak, we have light. She had shown me everything I needed to see. The fall of Gondolin. The escape. The balrog. Him falling…and an age of loneliness…

"Tiri..?" Frodo's voice broke through my daze.

"Yes?" I responded, they'd stopped being surprised by my lack of communication the day before yesterday. Sam spoke often enough for it not to matter anyway.

"You spoke a name, while you slept. Glorfindel, I know him. He dwells in Rivendell. You need not weep if you fear for him, he is well."

I already knew that. I already knew he was safe. I hadn't at the time. She hadn't shown me that. But I knew now.

He'd never understood why I'd fled from him. He'd followed me of course. He'd followed us, me and the red haired star. He loved me.

He'd known I was leaving. Leaving him. The hurt in his eyes would stay with me until forever, on the ground or in the sky, it would stay with me. Because I'd hurt him when all he ever wanted was to love me.

He'd still kept me safe though, away from harm, from the fire and the swords and the death. He'd been a hero and saved so many lives.

He'd fought the balrog to save us. He'd fallen for us. He'd loved me.

It was my name he'd said, my face he'd looked for as he'd fallen. He'd loved me.

But the sound of his name. Of one name I couldn't bring myself to say, to even think.

I looked into the sad face of the lost little hobbit.

He was so confused, he wouldn't understand.

Glorfindel. My Glorfindel. Of course I knew he was safe. He hadn't always been safe though. He'd been in danger, he'd fallen, he'd died. And it had been my fault.

I opened my mouth, not sure what to tell him. Not sure if I wanted to tell him…

Before I'd had a chance he'd become distracted. We all had.

By the arrival of bows and swords pointed at us, by four men.

I glanced back at Frodo desperately. The ring could not fall into the hands of men. If the ring fell into their hands then I would be stuck here forever…then I would have failed.

The ring could not fall into the hands of me.

Haba – mine
Ilyamenie – always

This was a poo chapter, I wrote the beginning a few days ago, but I'm tired now and wanted to finish it, I can't handle my Glorfindel feels. WHY ISNT HE REAL? WHYYYYYY.
Also so many reviews, can't cope. Why are you all so kind? I want to throw glitter and unicorns at you lovely people. I hope this chapter hasn't wrecked it for you, EEK.

Firstly; MyCephei – that beast of a review was read at 7:00 in the morning and it MADE MY DAY. I like the younger star better than Tiri at the mo, but Tiri use to be like the younger star. I'm gonna go back to boromir in the next chapter I think, but I still haven't decided who she should be fond of :| ALSO NICE GUESS WITH GLORFINDEL. Which is your favourite star?
Crimzon stained – you will always be nemo to me, sorry. And when I say nemo I imagine a little orange fish. So…yep…awkward…well Tiri is desperate to grab the star and get the hell outta there! Before she meets a certain blonde haired elfgod. I get why! I was going to make it one of elronds sons, but then I was like, NOGLORFINDEL. Hope you liked this chappytar!
JustJules – I am mucho flattered! They better had indeed! I don't think she's bad really, just..misunderstood. she has good intentions!
TheOneWhoWillSurvive – Hey! you're really kind :) Thanks a lot, I really appreciate when people write nice reviews! It literally came to me whilst listening to Florence and the machine last year and since then I have been just winging it and writing chapter blindly! I hope this chapter was enough to keep you coming back for chapter 8!
Song in the woods – Aww, try not to hate Tiri too much! She is just trying to do whats best for what she cares about, and she feels hard done by! I think I might make her even more recklessly mean in the next chapter! Maybe I should give sam and froso an umbrella to protect themselves with…that was such a dark and funny comment you left, haha!
THANK YOU ALL FOR DEM REVIEWS THEY MADE MY LIFE, and I felt compelled to finish this less than amazing chapter quickly to try and impress you all! Till next time!

PSSSSSSSS. There is a picture of Glorfindel on my profile! I left a link...i tried to leave it here, I found him in the Hobbit film. ITS HIM GUYS YOU CANT ARGUE WITH ME.. IVE DECIDED ALREADY. so yes...rant over! :))))))