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Erestor bent down and checked the straps on his armor, readjusting his mail shirt as he stood. Lindir came down the line of battle-arrayed soldiers with a sour look on his face.
�The Galadrim still hold the pass between the Celebrant and the Anduin. They will not allow us to attack Mirkwood. But they are not allowing them through, either. And no one is being admitted to Lorien, thus we can�t simply pass through.� Lindir reported. Erestor wiped at a trickle of sweat and tried to think.
He couldn�t just go home, not without Elrond and the boys. The soldiers he�d sent around Caras Galadon under Mebeth, his old friend from the last alliance, wouldn�t reach the Anduin for another week or so, and if the Galadrim were in the way there as well, then he�d be officially stuck.
Why oh, why was Galadriel being such a fool? Did she want to provoke the remaining noldor into wiping out all the sindar in middle earth, including those she kept in her realm? His men were eager to do it, angry over Elrond�s capture.
The march today had been simply trying to find a way through where Galadrim did not wait with pointed bows, but alas, it was growing on nightfall and they would need to draw back and set up camp in the foothills.
Absently, Erestor wished Glorfindel were here. The Elf was brilliant when it came to such things. And Elrond would have been able to sweet talk his way past the Galadrim. But Glorfindel was a spy, in league with Thranduil, and Elrond was probably nearly dead, being stored for ransom somewhere.
He didn�t even know if they�d valued the twins enough to keep them alive.
********
Thranduil screamed in inarticulate rage and kicked dirt at the Galadrim. �My quarrel is not with you, fools! Let me pass!� He shouted.
Haldir raised a brow, and Rumil grinned, but they said nothing, and certainly did not move, keeping their bows at the Mirkwood king and his army.
Legolas gave up trying to reason with them in general, as appealing to the Galadrim was as useful as talking to empty air. He stalked off in the direction his father had gone.
He found him ordering his men about. �Set up a camp a ways from their little border. We�ll attack them and pass tomorrow.� Legolas took one look at his father, noted the �I�m pissed and plotting� look on his face, and scurried off to see about helping with camp setup.
*******
�Do you have any news of the war?� Elrohir asked Glorfindel. Glorfindel glared at him and closed the door with a clang, leaving their cell. �Lorien has blocked�the passes, placing�itself between�the two forces. Thranduil plans to�attack them and storm�his way past tomorrow.�

�Can you not stop them?� Elladan wondered.
�I may share�his bed, but this�quite effectively�excludes me from sharing�his counsels.� Glorfindel replied breathily, pointing to his stomach as he walked down the hall to Elrond�s cell. He always panted when he walked, and his sentences were rarely complete these days.
Elrond was sitting on the cot, listening to the conversation down the hall, Glorfindel saw as he came into the room. �You�re having even more trouble walking than usual.� He commented. Glorfindel set the tray down on the low table. �Yeah. Little one�s in a bad place is all.�
�Where is it?�

�Riding low. Upside down, near as I can tell. I wish I could see my feet, these dammned cobblestones��

Elrond�s brow furrowed. �Glorfindel, come here. Let me feel?�
Glorfindel recognized Elrond�s healer mode. �What�s wrong?� he asked, doing what Elrond said. Elrond�s hands pressed gently. �Any back pain? Cramps?�

�As always. I�m starving.�

�No, I mean, have they been worse lately?�

�Yeah, since last night, but walking seems to help.�

�It would. When you go upstairs, have a healer take a look at you, alright?�
�Why?�

�Just do it. I�m not sure, but I think you might be pretty close to due.�

�Oh. Great. Lovely.� Glorfindel grumped. �Thranduil�s not home.�

�Isn�t Legolas? He usually looks out for you pretty well.�

�Went with his father.� Glorfindel pulled away and hobbled to the door.
As soon as the lock clicked and Glorfindel�s heavy plodding footsteps were away, Elrond leaned down the hall.

�Boys.� He whispered.

�Yes ada?� Elladan answered.

�Glorfindel�s going into labor, if he�s not already. Although I�m concerned about him, this may be our only chance to escape. He let slip that Thranduil and Legolas aren�t here, which means most of the guards and the like won�t be either, with this war on.�
�We can�t leave him here like that!� Elrohir said, horrified.

�You notice how edgy the guards that accompany him down here have been lately?�

�Yes.�

�They�re expecting us to act up. How easy would it be to knock Glorfindel unconscious and take the keys?�

�Oh, I see.�

�But that's not the only reason they�re edgy. Someone has told them to keep an eye on Glorfindel to see he doesn�t free us.�

�Namely, Thranduil.�

�Exactly.�

�So what do we do?�

�For now, wait. And hope Glorfindel lives and Caras Galadon is not overrun. If either one of those two events fail to happen, we�ll be killed before we can be rescued.�
***********
The pain was getting worse. The healers had left this morning when the fighting began, going to tend the wounds of those on the front lines. The midwife was busy with three maids with various ailments caused by the stress of war, so Glorfindel left her be.
He hoped he could wait until she was no longer as busy. He needed to get to Lothlorien before he got much further along, but he would need someone to help him get there. He had sent word to Thranduil when the first real contraction bent him over, gasping, but Thranduil wouldn�t be able to come anyway.
Another contraction gripped him solidly and he moaned through clenched teeth. That�s it. He might not like Elrond, but he needed his help. And he couldn�t get down all those blasted stairs again. He called for Rahonath, clutching the chair arms and trying to breathe through the aching aftermath.
Rahonath appeared in the study, and seemed surprised to have found him there. �I�ve sent word to Thranduil, but all the healers are down at the front lines. Rahonath, take the keys there on the rack by the door, and go get me the prisoner. He�s skilled, I hope.� Rahonath paled as Glorfindel winced through another contraction.
�Yes, m�lord, but�the prisoner?�

�He�s the one who put it in, he might as well help take it out, don�t you think?� Glorfindel joked.
�That�s not funny, m�lord.� Rahonath replied, leaving the study, keys in hand.

�Sure it was!� Glorfindel cried at the closing door. �I�ll be in my chambers.�
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Elrond was surprised to hear someone that was not Legolas or Glorfindel coming down the hall. �Out, prisoner.� The new voice demanded, opening his cell door.
He sat up. �What�s going on?�

�Lord Glorfindel needs you. All the healers have left the city and the midwife is occupied.� The voice informed him.

�Elbereth! He is in labor then.�

�When I last saw him he was, and joking as well.�
�I suppose that�s a good sign.� Elrond commented as he left the cell, following the footsteps of the sindar Elf as closely as possible.
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�Remind me to kill you later.� Glorfindel said when they came in the door. He was sitting on the end of the bed, gripping the footboard. �Certainly m�lord.� Rahonath answered. �I�ll not leave you alone with him, and I can spare enough guards that I can send for someone to run his healing errands. Anything you need right now?�
Elrond stepped close and listened to Glorfindel�s breathing. Glorfindel looked at him in amusement. �Yes, bring me my best knife so I can geld this noldor bastard.� He said dryly, and Rahonath-not recognizing the joke, brought him the knife. Glorfindel giggled when he saw it and then winced as another contraction began.
�How do you feel, Glorfindel?� Elrond asked when Glorfindel�s pain lessened enough for him to answer. �It hurts. If I�d have known this would happen, or that it�d be this painful, I�d have gelded you when I met you.�

�You do know it�ll get worse before it gets better?� Elrond asked, laying his palms on Glorfindel�s stomach.

�Valar! Yes, I know. I�ve not been around as long as I have without seeing a few women have ba-.� He said, cutting his sentence short and grabbing Elrond�s wrist as contractions seized him anew.
Elrond felt the muscles bunch under his palm and sighed heavily. �How well, exactly, did you sleep last night?�

�Couldn�t. Hurt too bad.� Glorfindel gritted out, falling back against the pillows, sweating. Elrond bit off the urge to yell at him. It looked like he�d been in the first stages since early yesterday afternoon, and during the night it had gotten worse. There wasn�t much time left at all now.
�Did you eat?�

�No. Wasn�t hungry.�

�Any discharges?�

�ELROND!� he could practically hear Glorfindel blush.

�I�m not getting off on this, just tell me.�

�Er, well, yes. Some.�

�More than usual?�

�Yes! I really want to geld you now!�

�That won�t help your embarrassment any. And we have a serious problem, mellon nin.�
�What�s wrong?� he sounded scared. Elrond sat on the bed next to him. �I don�t know anything about pregnancy. My knowledge runs ever so slightly further than battle aid.�

Glorfindel muttered an oath in what could have been dwarvish, but was probably orc-speech.
�So what now?� he asked, before another contraction took grip on him.

Elrond heard his breathing change. �I take you to Lorien. I can�t let you die.�

�Can�t or won�t?� came the cryptic reply as he picked up the blonde.
Rahonath-lurking in the hallway-jumped up when he saw Elrond carrying Glorfindel out, followed by the guards.

�What are you doing!� he shouted.

�Takiim tim to Lorien.� Elrond replied calmly. Glorfindel buried his face against Elrond�s chest and he felt a muffled moan. Foolish elf, to have waited so long!

�You can�t leave! What if you escape?�

�Do you honestly think I stand a chance of escape with the entire way between Lorien and Mirkwood full of Mirkwood soldiers? And that I would dump him in the forest and leave him there like this?�
�I�ll take him then. You�ll go back to your cell.�

�Rahonath, you can�t ride. And you�d insist on a cart and an armed guard and you don�t know the way.� Glorfindel said softly.

�But he�s blind! And a prisoner!� Rahonath argued.

� He�s a healer. And if I don�t go with him right now, I won�t be alive to welcome Thranduil and Legolas home. You�ll bury me with the guilt that if you could have trusted this Elf�s honor-I might still be alive.�
Rahonath swallowed and thought it over. �Alright, you go. I�ll make your horse ready-he�s the fastest mount left in the stables.� He glared at Elrond. �If he dies I�ll have your head for a prize.� He stormed off.
The guards dubiously accompanied Elrond and the stubborn, groaning bundle in his arms down to where the horse waited. Elrond handed Glorfindel to one of them, boarded Asfaloth, and then cradled the heavily pregnant elf in front of him.
�Lorien, Asfaloth!� He kicked Asfaloth with his heels and the stud obeyed, racing off like he knew the danger his master was in.
The jostling was hard on Glorfindel and he groaned through tightly clenched teeth, his head lolling back against Elrond�s shoulder.
When Elrond felt wet warmth seeping through onto him, he took stock of where they were by the time since they had crossed the river. Still a few hours from Lorien. He swore, but stopped the horse, lowering Glorfindel to lie on the grass under an oak. Glorfindel appeared dazed by pain, wordless and limp, yet conscious. Elrond feared that he would have to deliver the baby here, blindly.
�Glorfindel. Glorfindel I need your eyes, you have to see for me. Is the wetness on us blood?� There was silence a moment, then Glorfindel croaked out, �Not�all of it.� Elrond tensed. He might indeed have to deliver this child here. �How much is it? Like a battle wound? As much as a severed hand would yield?�
�I can�t see that well, but it�s more like an �axe chop in the arm�-type amount. The rest is watery.� Not that bad then, but still a very bad sign.
�Freeze, noldor.� The voice came from the clearing beyond him. Elrond turned toward the voice, wishing he could see. �Glorfindel?� the voice asked, incredulous. Glorfindel groaned acknowledgement. �By the Valar! Perianth, Menarth! Bring them to the main camp.� The Elf called, seeing immediately that Glorfindel needed help.
The soldiers did as instructed, one leading Elrond at knifepoint and the other two carrying Glorfindel between them. Elrond could hear how much pain he was in, and indistinctly how one of them was trying to soothe him.
When they reached the camp, the soldier sent Perianth for either the king or the prince, and whichever healers would come.
Thranduil himself rode up a moment later, battle-sweaty and dirty. His dismounted and went to Glorfindel who was sobbing in unrelieved pain now, laying on hard flat ground. Looking up from him, he saw Elrond. �Why are you out of the prison?� he demanded.

�I was taking him to Lothlorien, as you can see he needs their aid.�

Before Thranduil or Elrond could say any more the he who who had come, interrupted. �Put them back on the horse and send them off again, I can do nothing for him. He will die in my hands, my king.�
Thranduil turned back to Glorfindel. �Would that I could take you there, but I must trust this noldor with you-for there are no other riders your horse will take. I will see you soon, mellon.� Glorfindel looked at him with pain-filled eyes like a stricken doe. Standing, he barked orders, and with prayer that Glorfindel would reach Lorien alive and in time, he watched them thunder away on Asfaloth�s long legs.
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�Lord Elrond!� Rumil said in surprise at the sight of the Noldorin lord being brought to him by two of the elves keeping the last line between the two armies. Elrond was still on the horse, and in front of him was a sobbing, moaning, bleeding blonde wreck that was formerly recognizable as Glorfindel.
Without another thought at the scene, he shouted to the guards leading him up, �Take them into the Wood, no questions! Take them both to Galadriel, as quickly as possible!� Let all the blame fall on his head, were it to fall. The guards turned and led the panting horse deep into the golden wood.
Galadriel and her maidens were ready for invasion when they were led in, despite that they were busy tending to the arrow-wounded soldiers of all three forces. Nimrathiel met them, wiping her hands on her already dirty dress. She helped Elrond lift Glorfindel down, and with more maidens to aid, carried him into a screened-off area where there were a few soldiers with arrow-wounds being tended.
When Glorfindel was carried in and laid on a pallet, they stared, but as quickly as their wounds were tended and bound up, they left the enclosure. Galadriel entered, her hair bound back in a simple clasp. At the sight of him, the healer beside her gasped and rushed to Glorfindel. �We must undress him, and quickly. It looks to be almost over already.�
�Elrond, out.� Glorfindel moaned. Elrond stepped toward the exit, but hesitated. �Out, Elrond, get out.� He repeated, and Elrond fled. He walked right into Celeborn. �Elrond, is he alright? I had heard�� Elrond put his hands up. �I�m sorry�and they�ve just kicked me out. I don�t think he wants us in there.�
Celeborn laid a calming hand on Elrond�s shoulder. �Then come change your clothes and wait with me.�
************

�Glorfl, bl, breathe-I know it hurts, but breathe anyway. You need the air.� Galadriel soothed as he thrashed uneasily through another contraction.
The healer knelt between his legs and reached down for a feel. �Good. He doesn�t seem to be doing too badly, his hips aren�t terribly narrow like some I�ve delivered for. He�s almost crowning, so we should sit him in a squat against the tree and give him something to bite down on, then just let him push. From there, I�ll see.�
Glorfindel groaned when he heard this. Nimrathiel wiped his brow and she and Galadriel and the healer sat him up, Galadriel tying his hair back with ribbon from Nimrathiel�s torn skirt. He leaned against the tree, while the healer made herself ready.
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Another muffled scream rent the air, and Elrond flinched, looking toward the hanging-shrouded enclosure longingly. It sounds as if he�s dying in there, as if I�m killing him�he thought, repressing a shudder. Glorfindel couldn�t die. He mustn�t.
The soft blur of maids� voices and Glorfindel�s sobbing breaths were the only sounds. An elf who�d received two arrows through his belly was lying beside Elrond; hyes yes shut tight, whispering prayers. Elrond looked away from him.
He wasn�t the only one; all those exiled from battle after their injuries were treated in the clearing with their heads bowed, listening to Glorfindel�s anguish. Elrond felt like screaming himself. Glorfindel, oh my love, what have I done to you?
***************
�Push, Glorfindel!� the healer coached from somewhere below him. Glorfindel growled resentfully at her and leaned into the hands holding him, doing as she said anyway, because his body literally screamed to do it.
He felt something give that felt about as big as Echoriath. Then the healer was yelling at him, and he could hardly hear her, so he ignored her and bore down, and then just like that he felt suddenly slick-hot and achingly empty. It hurt so bad and he could hear the maids talking, but he felt so detached, so disconnected.
They laid him down, and the healer pushed on his belly, which hurhen hen they were cleaning him up and tucking him into warm blankets as if he were an elfling again and he didn�t have the strength to fight them. But there was one reason that he couldn�t just drop off to sleep, and it wasn�t the pain in his body.
Feeling the dampness that seemed to cling everywhere he looked around, even his head hurt to move. Galadriel�s eyes filled his sight, and she smiled, and then put something small and warm in his hands. He bent his head down on his weak neck to look, and when he saw his baby, he cried.
Dark hair, like Elrond�s, and dark eyes, his lips remade onto a screaming naked bundle. A girl, a daughter. He�d never thought he could have childread had halfway wished for a son, but a daughter. And she was gorgeous. Awed, he held her close to him and she calmed. Nimrathiel reached down and pulled the covers away from him a little, tucking her against the bare skin of his chest.
He laid both hands over the baby that wasn�t inside him anymore, and with her weight resting on him, fell asleep at last.
*************

Elrond didn�t know whether to cover his ears and cower, or rush in and try to save him, when he heard Glorfindel scream long and loud, the maids� voices also raising in pitch with fear, worry and action. Celeborn beside him restrained him by moving closer, and all the Elves in the clearing closed their eyes. Some covered their .
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The maids� nervous babble became delighted murmuring, emotional with tears, and a new voice joined the throng. A tiny set of lungs howled out its arrival, and Elrond sobbed once, covered his ears and hid his face in his robes.
Celeborn beside him rose calmly, quelling his adrenaline rush, and went to see the turn of events.
*************
Protectively, the maids hovered over Glorfindel as he slept, his blonde hair spread in all it�s glory

Elrond, Celeborn at his side, asked, �How does he look?�

�Can you not see?� Galadriel asked, pausing to peer at her former son-in-law.

�Only in bright light, and poorly then. I have been healing from an injury.�
�He is beautiful.� Nimrathiel said softly, caught up in the sight.

�His hair shines like the sun, and his face is calm. He sleeps the sleep of the innocent, and his hands rest on his child who is asleep to his heartbeat. None could ever do this Elf justice in such generosity.� She turned then, and seeing that they were all staring, blushed and stepped out.
�ll nll not disturb him then. Celeborn, if you will lead me where I can bathe?� Elrond asked, loathe to disturb Glorfindel.
**************
Glorfindel woke to see Elrond sitting beside him, listening. �Elrond?� he asked woozily.

�Did I wake you?�

�No. You were quiet, and I am rested.�

�You slept nearly a day.�

�I feel much better.�

�I�m glad.�
There was silence for a while as Glorfindel petted the sleepy bundle on his belly. She had been changed, and from the soreness in his chest, fed while he had slept. She nuzzled into him, and having seen maids nurse infants now and then in his life, he attempted to offer her his nipple.
She was more adept at it than he, probably Galadriel or Nimrathiel or the healer had been patient enough that the little one had gotten used to trying it on her own. He gasped a little when she began nursing, finding it slightly stimulating in an innocent way. Glad he was able to give her what she needed, this little beauty who�d stolen his heart; he sighed and lay back after kissing her brow.
drandrank hungrily, making a lot of noise. Glorfindel thought to look up at Elrond and caught him smiling, his head cocked as he listened to her. �I wish you could see her.� Glorfindel said quietly.
�Me too. This afternoon, Galadriel and I are going to try to focus the power of our rings and attempt to speed up the healing.� Glorfindel nodded.
�What does she look like?� Elrond asked urgently after a moment.
�Dark hair, eyes deep blue, darker than mine, my lips, your nose-thank the Valar not mine.�

�Why? What�s wrong with your nose?�

�Don�t tell me you didn�t notice it looks terrible?�

�I think it looks perfectly fine.�

�You�re partial. You always were.�

�Of course. I�m smitten. Should I go get Celeborn and ask him?�
�No, don�t bother him.� He was quiet a moment. �Did you mean it?�

�Mean what?�

�What you said then?�

�Why?�

�Because I did. And I still do.�

�Glorfindel.�

�There�s only one thing I want to hear from you right now, even if it won�t solve anything.�
�What if it did?�

�What could it solve? Surely anything that was between us is far beyond repair.�

� It could solve the future, make it different than what was between us.�

�I couldn�t hide from you now if I tried.�

�Same here.�
�So what are we to do?�

�Let�s save �we� for until I know what I�m going to do and you know what you�re going to do.�
Glorfindel was right. Elrond didn�t say anything else. There was a lot between them and a lot individually for each of them to work out. And that would take time.
�Ask me in two days, and I�ll answer.� Elrond said, and left the enclosure. Glorfindel sighed and looked down at his daughter. Bright as her grandfather� he thought to himself. He bent down and kissed her gently. She smelled sweet.
He held her close until sleep came for him again.

Author Notes:

Okay, many thanks to ACC for the beta and the breathing coaching, as I was as freaked about this chapter as Glorfindel (maybe more?).
Only two have made guesses so far, but I�m sure there will be more. Next chaptee gee gets a name, then you can all go �AH!� in surprise. *grin*
My consulted sources: My mom, My aunt, my Sister Kitty (about how male and female pregnancies would be different), ACC, and Brad-for threatening to withhold sex unless I sat down, chewed gum rapidly and stressingly wrote something I had no idea about. It worked. Thanks girls (and guy).
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