All he ever wanted

Cimorene heard a rumbling in the ceiling. Thoughts of never seeing her family again flew through her mind. Her last thought was 'Glorfindel' before part of the cave collapsed on her.

Glorfindel was looking for Cimorene when Linhir staggered past him. 'Well that is a strange sight.' He thought. Then he had panicked thoughts of never seeing Tyrian again or seeing him grow up rushed through his mind. He realized that the door to the Glittering Cave was closed when he had passed it earlier it was open. There were people gathered around it trying to get it open.

"Who has a key to this door?" Glorfindel asked Éomer. "Who has it?"

"The door can only be unlocked from the inside. There is no key."

"Then find a way to open the door!"

"My lord, you need to calm down." Linhir said, he was still in pain, but satisfied thinking he had killed Cimorene. Now no one would have her.

Glorfindel wheeled around to face Linhir. "She is my wife! I will not calm down until she is out of there!"

The lock clicked suddenly and the door swung open to reveal that a huge part of the ceiling had caved in.

"Start moving the rocks. Find her now!" Glorfindel commanded the people who had gathered around the cave.

They followed his command and he went around to part of the cave in and started moving rocks. After about ten minutes, he had unburied a hand. He saw the ring upon it and knew who it was. His beloved wife was buried under all the rocks. He ordered everyone to move the rocks that covered her body. He clutched her hand tightly as her body was uncovered. He picked up her body and carried it to the room they had conversed in earlier.

"Please, aroon, stay with me. Saes, aroon, saes." He said to her as he laid her on the bed.

Aragorn and Haldir came into the room wondering what was happening. Legolas followed them into the room, carrying Tyrian.

"Ana!" Tyrian said, trying to wriggle out of Legolas's grip. "Ada. Ada."

Glorfindel was too distraught with his unconscious wife to hear his son calling him. All of a sudden, a golden white light emanated from his hands.

Cimorene's eyes flew open. "Am I dreaming?" She asked.

"No you are not dreaming." Glorfindel said, "You are safe."

"I thought I was never going to see you again. I thought I was going to die."

Tyrian was making a whining sound while trying to escape Legolas's grasp.

"Legolas, you can hand Tyrian to me." Cimorene said. Legolas gave Tyrian to her and she held her child close to her. "Shh, Tyrian, no need to whine now. Nana is here."

Linhir entered the room to say something about the injured elves, but stopped when he saw Cimorene glaring at him.

Cimorene put Tyrian on the bed and got up to face Linhir.

"Get out." She hissed. "Because of you my son was almost left motherless. Get out of my sight before I do something I will not regret."

Linhir just stood there, not making a move.

"Be gone!" She shouted and the torch next to Linhir exploded. He fled the room in terror.

"I do not think he wants you back anymore." Aragorn said quietly.

Cimorene nodded. She was silent for a moment, a look of deep thinking on her face. Finally, she said, "I am ready to go home. I am ready to go back to Imladris."

"Then we shall leave in a week. Haldir, go tell the soldiers that we are to leave in a week."

Haldir nodded and left with the order.

The week seemed like years, and they set out according to plan. It took a fortnight to get the Mirkwood soldiers home, four weeks to get the Lórien soldiers home and it took a whole month for the Imladris soldiers to get home.