All he ever wanted

"What was that all about?" Glorfindel asked as he rolled over to face her.

"Soothing words for a troubled mind. He has come a long way from the toddler who thought you, Erestor, Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen were scary. A long way indeed, and yet so far to go. He loves her, but Elrond is quite stubborn and he will not let Arwen go. He has to realize that she is no longer an elfling."

"Give him time. He will come around."

"I know, melanin, I know." She murmured as she fell asleep.

Three days came and went and on the fourth, Frodo Baggins awoke. There was a grand feast that night, but Cimorene declined to attend.

The next day, Elrond held a council in the courtyard. Lords of men and dwarves, the ring bearer, and many representatives of the elven realms attended."

"Cimorene was left alone. She retired to chamber with a book and Tyrian. An hour later, a servant knocked on the door.

"My lady, you have a visitor."

"Hold on a minute, I'm coming." Cimorene opened the door to find Linhir standing there. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to reach out and strike him. "What are you doing here?" She hissed.

"To ask for forgiveness. I want you back." He stated.

"No."

"Why?"

Cimorene lost her battle against her anger, and she raised her voice. "Because you laid with another. You betrayed me. I was hurt so badly by that."

At the sound of his mother's angry voice, Tyrian started to cry. "If you excuse me."

"If I do not excuse you."

"You have no choice." Cimorene said. She walked to Tyrian and picked him up. She started to rock him, and he quieted.

"Is it yours?" Linhir questioned.

"Yes he is." She snapped.

"Yours and whose?"

"Mine and my husband's."

"Who did you marry? Why did you marry?"

"I married one who has loved me for his whole life. One who has always had my attention, but just recently received my heart. Lord Glorfindel, the Balrog Slayer, and the Captain of the guard of Imladris. He has always loved me, and has never loved another, nor has he lain with another. He is loyal and trustworthy, and will never betray me. I guess you got bored with your paramour and came back to me. I advise you now, to go to someone else. Be gone."

Cimorene pushed him out of the room, and slammed the door in his face. She put Tyrian down, careful as not to wake him. She could hear Linhir on the other side of the door, yelling, "I will get you back, if it is the last thing I ever do."

A little after noon, Glorfindel came into the room. "Melanin, what is wrong. The look on your face would send Morgoth and his minions fleeing for their lives. If I did not know that you would not hurt me, I would be scared for my life. You look that angry."

"I am beyond angry, I am furious. Moreover, I have every right to be furious.

"Did I do something?"

Cimorene smiled. "Aroon, why on Arda, would I ever be angry at you."

"Just a guess."

"No, it's just that Linhir is back. And he wants me."

"WHAT!?"

"Do not worry. You hold my heart now, and no one else does. He will not get me. I will go talk to Elrond about his living here. A disruption of our daily life is exactly what he will want."