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Scarred Fate	By : Massanie Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2051 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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CHAPTER 14: Isn't Someone Missing?

CHAPTER NOTES

SCRIPTS:

'Thoughts'; ~visions~; **mind speech**; -l-Letters-l-

Galadriel was despairing. They had assembled all the inhabitants of Imladris and she had probed their minds, prodded and searched but none of them knew anything about those letters.

She stood upright in the Hall of Fire, Arwen and Melpomaen at her side, Haldir standing directly behind her along with the other Galadhrim.

Telchar was currently leading a search for any intruder in the surrounding areas of Imladris.

Aside from that every Imladris' citizen stood in the hall, forming a colourful crowd: the few remaining soldiers that were currently in Imladris, Maids, scholars, servants, craftsman, lords and ladies, children and more.

And they were more than displeased at the current situation and Galadriel's insolence.

It had been difficult to convince especially the elder advisors to pay her heed. Although she was their elder and a very powerful elleth, Lady of the Golden Wood and married to Celeborn the Wise, Lord of Lóriën, they were proud and she had, strictly speaking, not the right to order them around.

But in the end they had listened to Arwen, who currently had the authority in the Last Homely House. Moreover Galadriel had threatened to tell Elrond that they had refused to aid her in finding a spy in Imladris who had broken in lord Erestor's chambers and stolen very important documents. After all, she was their lord's mother-in-law and Elrond held her in very high regards. Might it be a pack of lies, he would believe her nonetheless.

"Isn't there someone missing?" Arwen asked the crowd.

The Elves shook their heads. A minstrel looked around. "Lindir is missing."

Galadriel glanced around and knitted her brows. It was true, the chief minstrel was nowhere in sight.

Haldir stepped nearer when she leaned her head to one side and silently murmured only for his ears "search for him."

The blond ellon immediately nodded and exited the room with two other guards, dressed in the colours of Lóriën.

"My lady Arwen, with all due respect" A noble raised his voice. "May we now come to know why we have to let the lady of the Golden Wood affront us with her notorious trespassing into other people's private thoughts, why we have to let our right of privacy be violated?"

The remaining Galadhrim growled at this insult, grabbing their long knives. Even the princess of Imladris directed an angry glare at the speaker, about to put him in his place when Galadriel spoke up

"Daro!" She ordered with a stealthy voice; she would not tolerate an open fight here. Looking at the noble with an unreadable expression the beautiful elleth raised a delicate eyebrow.

"I beg your forgiveness for my rash deeds. But when haste is required, and lives are at stake, one cannot always tread the paths of politeness and decorum. A spy is in Imladris and he has stolen documents that could save lives, if they are found soon enough."

Galadriel straightened. She hoped that this would pacify them. She had no desire to unnecessarily make enemies here.

"We now know that they do not hail from Imladris for the culprit is not in this hall. Is anyone else missing or has anyone seen a stranger in the corridors these last hours?"

For some moments there was silence again as elves looked around into the faces of their family, friends, acquaintances. Then an ellon stepped forward, his expression serious.

"My lady, lord Faelon is not here."

Arwen turned to Melpomaen. "That elf is in Imladris?"

The assistant cringed. How could he have forgotten that? The one ellon who had cause to dislike Erestor, who had always disliked his former superior. But would he do something like that? Would he help in the kidnapping of the chief advisor of Imladris?

Probably.

"He arrived some weeks ago."

Questioningly Galadriel looked to her grand-daughter and Melpomaen. "Who is that elf and why are you so upset, child?"

Leaning closer, Arwen whispered into the blond elleth's pointed ear. "Because he lost his post as senior advisor in the days after mother's capture, having accused Erestor of whoring his way up to the top. He has ever hated him!"

Her face becoming blank, Galadriel suddenly understood that they might have found the identity of the spy. Still if he wasn't the one they sought ... they should not waste all their forces on searching Faelon in case he was innocent or else they would lose the chance of finding the true culprit.

Addressing the crowd again she stood elegantly.

"I would beg you to inform me, Arwen, Telchar or Melpomaen of anything or anyone that seems unfamiliar or strange, and if someone encounters lord Faelon please escort him to me.

Thank you for your patience."

Galadriel granted herself some moments to consider her last actions while she watched as the majority of the assembled Elves left the Hall of Fire. Then she turned to Arwen.

"Take over, child, and let Melpomaen help you. I will try to contact your father and warn him."

Haldir stood in front of the large wooden door to Elrond's private chambers, where they had last seen the young minstrel. They were locked of course. The musician was conscientious and would have closed the door before leaving.

One of Haldir's hands ghosted over the cold doorknob, almost feeling the pale elegant fingers that had last held them.

Lindir.

The musician was special. Not so much because of his eye-catching appearance, his striking beauty, but moreover because of his untouchable innocence and compassionate soul. That lovely song-bird had surely seen darkness before, maybe even cruelty. But it had not lead to that bitter-sweet sentiments that so many of their kind harboured in the face of a withering world.

It was as if the younger ellon was stronger than that and maybe even wiser. 'Life means motion, motion means change and change is the condition of improvement' Galadriel had told him once and still the lady of the Golden Wood sought to halt the changes time brought upon them with the help of Nenya, creating the timeless Lothóriën. Lindir was more accepting towards those movements, but maybe this was the gift of youth that the minstrel still possessed.

His gaze wandered over the walls, the wooden floor, painstakingly slowly taking in every little detail. Whoever had stolen the letter would probably have returned thereafter to spy upon them once again, see if other sources would be found to unveil the identities of lord Erestor's assailants.

Something dark caught his attention and he kneeled down with grace, still keeping perfectly straight. His fingers closed around a small oval object of blue and silver. It looked like an oval blue stone that had been hollowed and cut in two identical pieces. Edged in a fine setting of mithril, shaped like a wine rank, the beautiful piece of jewellery formed a small hair clip to grace a single small braid.

Haldir cocked his head, moving the clip around in the dim light. He frowned in amazement. There was a star of light on the blue stone's surface, moving along when he turned it. Never had he seen something alike but he had heard of those very precious gems.

"A star sapphire."

Whoever it belonged to must either be very rich or must have very important and rich friends. Not many could have afforded a masterpiece of jewellery like this.

Slowly he stood and stepped back, examining the stone floor. The tiles were smooth and clean though this must be one of the most crowded corridors in Imladris except for those near the main entrance. But even there not even dust particles let alone dirt could be found in the edges.

This hair clip had not been there yesterday when the maidens had cleaned up, that was for sure.

Crouching back down, his fingers slid over the joints. They were deep; too deep for the gem. If it had not been thrown or lost in a fight or run ... if someone had lost it while walking or standing or even ... jogging along the corridor, it would have rolled three or four metres at most.

Still this didn't mean that something had happened to the white haired minstrel; he did not even know if the star sapphire belonged to Lindir; surely he had not enough gold to afford the price?

But thinking about it, he had seen the minstrel wear a hair clip on the single small braid holding back his white hair although he had not been close enough to really see it. And Lindir certainly had friends who could afford the price, namely Erestor.

If anyone had found out enough about the advisor to guess the missing pieces of the puzzle, then it was surely his best and closest friend Lindir. Then the culprit would have had no choice but to attack the minstrel, probably when he had locked the door to Elrond's chambers, causing him to lose the hair clip.

"Haldir?" One of the two guards accompanying him asked.

Without a word, Haldir gave the gem to the one standing beside him. His gaze swept along the corridors, contemplating the whereabouts of the minstrel.

"So he has been kidnapped, possibly killed?"

"Yes, Rúmil."

"Every citizen was in the hall, the other corridors deserted. He must have taken Lindir outside, knowing that lady Galadriel is going to spread her sphere of influence. Maybe the minstrel knows too much."

"Thank you for enlightening me, Orophin." Haldir murmured sarcastically, not even turning to the two silver haired ellyn standing behind him.

"No problem, brother. Can it be that you like that white haired beauty? You are not normally that ... grumpy."

Haldir's dark gaze lasted on his brother for some moments, his bearing speaking of restrained anger and outrage. "He is one of our kin and he is in danger."

Rúmil, ever the pacifier between the three brothers immediately interfered. "You are right, of course, Haldir. We should search for him now. Come on."

With that the silver haired ellon swiftly went down the corridor where a smaller door lead to the beautiful gardens of Imladris and beyond that the woods and mountains surrounding the Hidden Valley.

CHAPTER END NOTES

elleth ~ female elf

ellon ~ male elf

ellyn ~ male elves

daro ~ stop
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