Disclaimer: If you've read the first three chapters then you already know this... I OWN IT ALL! LOL! Just kidding. Actually, I only own the extra characters, made up things, and uh Legolas, Estel, Elladan, and Elrohir! (Only in my dreams! LOL!)

A/n- I can respond now! YES! Well, hope you enjoy.
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"I did... what?" Glorfindel asked as the soldeirs moved to release him. He dropped to the cold, hard ground, and felt his arm pop.

"You killed my father... slave!" Emedrick kicked Glorfindel swiftly in the stomach.

"I never..." Glorfindel began but was interrupted when another kick landed in his stomach.

"Don't deny it 'elfie'. One of my men have seen a blonde elf running from the scene of my father's death. He also said that that elf was you. Since he followed the elf to Rivendell."

"That could have been anyone. Lindir, Legolas." Elrond thought and looked at Glorfindel, hoping that he heard what he said.

Glorfindel glanced at Elrond to show him he understood the message, then glanced back at Emedrick.

"You don't remember, do you?" Emedrick looked at Glorfindel. "Obviously the battle that you had with the orcs, when you fell and hit your head on a rock, you must have lost your memory."

Glorfindel blinked. How could Emedrick possibly know about his accident?

"I know all Glorfindel. I have eyes and ears everywhere." Emedrick answered the unasked question, then motioned for his men to follow him out of the room. Leaving the elven lord, and wounded elf behind.

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"Ada couldn't have gotten far." Elrohir said while scanning the horizon with his eyes,

"I wouldn't be worried about your father at this very moment, I would worry about Glorfindel." Lindir replied.

"Glorfindel? Why Glorfindel?" Elrohir's eye brows raised slightly.

"That was his blood, for his knife was right beside it, and a peice of his tunic. Your father's knife was beside his cot and a peice of his tunic was beside his bed as well." Lindir replied once again.

"What do you think happened to Glorfindel?" Elladan asked.

"The trees know more than what they are saying." Lindir replied, only Legolas understood the meaning of that simple phrase.

"Do you think they know something?" Legolas asked.

"Why don't you ask?" Lindir stared at Legolas, waiting for him to make the next move.

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"Glorfindel?" Elrond asked. He noticed his friend was shivering, and wondered if it was from his blood loss, or from his torturings.

"I am fine Elrond. Just leave me be." Glorfindel shivered once again.

Elrond moved closer to his friend. "No Glorifindel. You musn't give up hope, you musn't." he looked at his friend's shoulder, and could tell it was dislocated, also his friend's arm was dislocated. "Your arm caught your fall."

"I know. It hurts like nothing else in the world."

"I figured as much. You know what I have to do, right?"

"Yes." Glorfindel replied while closing his eyes.

"So, what are you getting the twins for Christmas?" Elrond asked.

"Oh, I have got three new blades from the smithy, to give to your sons."

"Oh?" Elrond put his hands on Glorfindel's shoulder.

"Yeah, they're gold handled, and they have a power each to go with your son's personal----" Glorfindel's sentence was cut short when he screamed in pain when his friend tried to pop his shoulder back into place.

"What power is Elladan's?" Elrond asked while placing his hand on his friend's arm.

"His--is the power of the ground." Glorfindel panted. Cold sweat beaded from his forehead.

"And Elrohir's?"

"The power of the seas." Glorfindel once more panted.

"And Estel's."

"His is the power of nature, and all things go---" Glorfindel screamed out in pain once more when Elrond relocated his friend's arm.

"Sorry." Elrond replied while wiping his friend's forehead of the cold sweat.

"You did, what you had to do." Glorfindel shivered.

"I know." Elrond replied. "Get some rest Glorfindel, get some rest."

Glorfindel did not need to be told twice as he drifted into the realm of unconciousness.

Elrond sighed, he remembered the first time he had to relocate his friend's shoulder, it was not a good memory for him...

Elrond watched as Glorfindel fell to the ground below. "NO!" he yelled while running over to his fallen friend. They were supposed to bring him back to Rivendell un-harmed, well except for the beatings he had gotten from Emedrin. They had only been traveling for two days, and now he had to go through this.

"Glorfindel! Glorfindel!" He yelled while running toward the wounded elf. Elrond stood before his new found friend and fought until all the orcs were gone. Elrond sighed and leaned in the floor beside Glorfindel. "Glorfindel?" he whispered.

"El-rond?"

"Yes Glorfindel, I'm here." Elrond looked at his friend in pity. "Come, I am going to carry you." he picked up the wounded elf and carried him toward the woods, where he could make a safe-haven from the stinch of the evil orcs.

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A cry was heard through the open valley as the healer knelt beside the patient on the ground. "Glorfindel, I'm sorry, but if I don't get this relocated it will swell up the size of arda, and I won't be able to do nothing to it."

"Good." Glorfindel panted.

"No, not good. You must let me get your arm set, please." Elrond pulled back on the wounded elf's arm and continued to, blocking out the pain filled screams, until the arm popped.

Tears streamed down Glorfindel's face as he shivered from shock. "Promise me you won't ever have to do that again." he shuddered.

"I promise Glorfindel, I vow to you, I will never do that again..."

But he had to. He had to relocate his shoulder again on many occasions. He didn't want to, because of the vow he made that day, but he couldn't keep the vow whole. He had broken the vow.

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Elrohir's eyes widened at what he found. "Lindir, it's Glorfindel's."

"What?"

"It's Glorfindel's." he repeated while picking up the fragments.

"Oh no." Lindir gasped while grabbing the pendant from Elrohir's hands.

"It's broken."

"Yes, it makes me wonder what kind of fight he had gotten into."

"Elrohir! Lindir! Come take a look at this!"

Elrohir looked up when his twin called his name. "Come on Lindir."

To be continued...

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