All he ever wanted

True to her word, Cimorene was gone by dinner. To where, no one knew, not even Glorfindel. He entered their room to find Cimorene gone, Tyrian gone, and some of their stuff missing. That night as he was going to sleep, he found a note under their pillow. It read:

My darling Glorfindel.

I have left and taken Tyrian with me. Do not go to Elrond about this, for he will be of no help this time. In addition, he knows not of where I am going, nor does anyone else. I cannot tell anyone in Imladris, not even you, of where I am headed. I do love you, and always will, but this is for your safety and Tyrian's safety. I will find you again, be it here or in Valinor, so do not lose hope. Namarië, melanin,

Cimorene

By the time he finished reading the note, tears were falling down his face. His wife, his beloved wife and child were gone. His hope and joy had left his life.

Erestor was dismayed to find Glorfindel missing from breakfast. He had heard his friend sobbing throughout the night.

"Lord Elrond, I need to be excused."

Elrond nodded. He felt guilty. He knew Linhir should be cast out, but according to the reports of increasing number of orcs and orc attacks, he needed all his healers. When Cimorene said she was leaving, he did not believe her. When she did leave, he was in shock. His guilt hurt him too, but it was too late to change.

Erestor knocked on Glorfindel's door. He barely heard Glorfindel say "Come in." and that worried him. He found Glorfindel standing on the balcony of his and Cimorene's room, staring into the distance.

"Where did she go?" Glorfindel wondered aloud. "Why didn't she tell me?"

I do not know Glorfindel, I do not know. However, I do know this. You two will find each other again. She has the will to live, to save her husband and child, in hopes that the family may one day be reunited. She will find her way back to you, whether it is here or in Valinor. She will come back to you, and there is nothing more she loves than you or Tyrian, with the exception of food."

Glorfindel smiled lightly at Erestor's jest at Cimorene's unusually large appetite. "I suppose you are right, as usual. I will just have to go back to my daily life, even though I do not have her to admire."

"She would be happy to see you doing something constructive, or in your case, having to kill, doing something destructive. Come, the elflings are waiting for their teacher."