I'm back! I wasn't planning this one but here it is. It follows mostly Ecthelion and Glorfindel, and probably Mablung later on in the story. I will update as often as possible, feel free to ask questions! My Khamul/ Witch-king fic is on hold for the time being. It takes place after Aredhel leaves the hidden city and before Tuor shows up with Voronwe. Below is a, OC character list in the event you may need to look back. As characters are introduced they'll be added to the list.

Alaco- Noldo. Ecthelion's second in command.

Caledhel- Noldo. Young warrior.

"It is too risky," Ecthelion glanced up at Glorfindel's sharp tone. This meeting was going on far too long. He looked down at the knife he was spinning aimlessly on the table.

"They need assistance, Glorfindel. What are we to do? Leave our people in need to die?" Turgon asked sharply.

"They are greatly outnumbered. To do so would be death to the group you send to their aid."

Ecthelion rolled his eyes and sighed. Time to go. He stood, and Glorfindel's glare followed him.

"I have to be going if we are to get there before they are dead."

"We have not come to a solution yet, Ecthelion."

Turgon ignored Glorfindel and nodded, concern in his blue eyes. "Be careful, that is dangerous territory."

Ecthelion nodded, "of course, my lord. I shall bring them home safe." He turned and left, and Glorfindel followed him from the council room. "Your numbers are too small, they sent word that they are cornered, valar knows how many there could be. You're going into a trap, meldo." (friend)

"Is that your instincts speaking or your fears? I know that if you had predicted my death you would have told me."

Glorfindel sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He was a head shorter than Ecthelion, and he pulled a leaf from the hair on top of his head. "I have predicted nothing."

"We will be alright. Trust me and my judgement."

Glorfindel nodded, and Ecthelion smiled. "I must ready myself."

Glorfindel nodded and Ecthelion started to his quarters. He felt guilty, leaving Glorfindel to worry about him and his well-being, but he and his elite group of warriors were greatly needed. A small group of scouts and several guards were trapped in a village by orcs. They were holding them off for now, but for how long, he did not know. They could be dead already, but he had to try.

Once he got to his room, his servant entered through his private entrance. "You are leaving, sir?"

"Yes, Naergon."

"How long, sir?"

Ecthelion looked over at Naergon, who had his travelling pack in hand. "I am not sure. Possibly for quite a while."

Naergon began to pack tunics and trousers, as well as an extra pair of boots and leggings. It was winter, and Ecthelion stuffed a few cloaks in his bag. He pulled a cloak on and his heavy boots, and took the bag from Naergon.

"Thank you, I shall see you soon."

"Good luck, master Ecthelion." Ecthelion smiled and put his pack on his back. He met his team outside, his horse already prepared for him. His team was trained by him, and was well experienced and practiced. They were the best Gondolin had, and the best chance these people had for survival.

Glorfindel approached his horse, and Ecthelion braced his wrist in a warriors goodbye. "see you soon,

"A lelyalmë!" (let's go) Ecthelion called, and they started toward the village.

They rode until late at night, when the cold began to bite in the wind. It was a starless night, and snow was on its way. A fire was built, and Ecthelion spoke little, thinking of those that needed them. He had a strange feeling deep within. A feeling that something terrible was happening.

"Are you alright?" Ecthelion looked over. It was Alaco with lembas in his hand. Alaco was his second in command, and always knew when something was wrong. He was blunt, bold, and kept his black hair short on one side like the green elves of Ossiriand. Unusual for a Noldo of Gondolin.

"I am fine," Ecthelion said quietly. "Why do you ask?"

"You're staring at nothing," Alaco said with a small grin. His face grew serious, and his smile faded. "We will save them, commander."

Ecthelion nodded, his light grey eyes full of concern. He hoped it was true.

The next morning he was up early, the sun was barely over the horizon and snow was falling silently around them. He brushed snow from his black hair, and began to braid it away from his face. Alaco and Caladhel were the only other men awake and were readying their horses.

Once he finished braiding his hair, he stood and packed his bedroll and readied his horse. He watched Caladhel's tall, lithe figure search his bag for something. His hair was blonde and held bright waves, similar to Glorfindel's. Ecthelion's was black, and pin straight. Ecthelion walked over to him, and grabbed his braid playfully. Caladhel flinched and spun around, his eyes wide.

"It is just me," Ecthelion said quietly, his smile fading.

Caladhel nodded and took a deep breath. "I am sorry, my lord."

"Are you alright?"

"Just a little nervous," he admitted, his green eyes avoiding Ecthelion's.

"It is alright, you are new, young. You do not have the experience the others do. They were afraid once, too. What did I tell you in training?"

"Courage is fighting through your fear, not ignoring it."

"Exactly. Do not worry, have faith in yourself. You know that I do."

Caladhel nodded and blushed. "Thank you, sir." He looked around shyly, and reddened further at Alaco's mischievous smirk.

"Alright, let's get moving!" Ecthelion called to the others, and they were off, leaving behind nothing more than smoking remains of a fire.

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