Chapter 3
Secrets unknown

Aerlennia was to tired to try and get free. Her wrists ached with pain, as they were squeezed tighter and tighter by the hand. With the last of her energy she bit the fowl skin of the creature and then collapsed. The creature growled and then seeing her limp body on the ground picked up her lifeless body. And he kept going ever closer to the tower of torment.

Glorfindel awoke to see that Arnon was gone. He panicked and stood up swiftly looking about the room hoping to find him on the floor or in a chair.
He could see the he was nowhere in the room so he went in search of Elrond, When he saw Elrond in the Kitchen he ran towards him.
“ Elrond,” he strove to speak but Elrond interrupted him. “Oh Glorfindel you must come see this. It is extraordinary.” Elrond took Glorfindel’s hand and walked through the doorway and into the hall than into his study.
“Arnon, show Glorfindel.” Elrond said as he looked at the young boy in the chair who had a smile on his face. He turned his attention from the book and stood up. “And so she lay down to rest because of her weariness, and Huan layed down by her side.” He read from the large brown book. “Yes, that is nice reading.” Glorfindel said, as he looked puzzled at Elrond.
“That writing is in elvish.” Elrond smiled. “Go on boy.” Elrond said patting Glorfindel on the back. Arnon flipped to another page in the book and began to read. “And so Melkor was banished from Valinor, never to return.” Arnon stopped reading to see the look of surprise on Glorfindel’s face. “How does he know elvish?” Glorfindel asked looking to Elrond. “I have no clue. I saw him this morning looking for a book, so I tried to give him a book in his tongue but he refused and pulled that book from the shelf. I asked him if he wanted me to read it to him he said no and started to read.” Elrond said as he looked at Glorfindel and then turned to go. “Boy! How do you know the language of the elves?” Glorfindel asked hoping for an answer. “I know not.” Arnon answered. “I just do.” he said as he sat back down and turned his gaze back to the book.
Glorfindel just thought to himself as he left the room. As he was about to go out the door Arnon stood and spoke. “Sir.” he said his head bowed. Glorfindel turned on his heel and smiled. “Yes Arnon.” He said walking back up to the table. “Please I ask you again.” Arnon looked up into the comforting blue eyes. “Please, may I go and rescue her?” Arnon stood still every heart beat echoing in his ears and every sound slow but clear.
“Arnon, you are still under Elrond’s watch. He has not permitted you well. And I think it would be folly to send you into a barren cruel wasteland were none good live. Only evil endures there.” Glorfindel said as his eyes looked fierce. “I would not be so cruel as to send you there. And without your parents consent.” Glorfindel put a hand on his own brow.
“Sir I have not told you nor Lord Elrond, this I have no real parents.” Arnon said, his green eyes filling with tears. “What?” Glorfindel looked stern at the boy. “Why have you not told us this before?” Glorfindel looked quite angry. “I just was scared I guess.” Arnon said a tear falling down his cheek. “Please do not be mad.” Arnon cried. “No I am not mad.” Glorfindel ran to him ad embraced him. “I am only astonished.” Glorfindel hugged him tighter.

Glorfindel brought Arnon down a staircase; it led to a large room littered with papers, dirt, sand, and any other thing you could imagine. Chemical flasks where on a large wooden table and all different colors glinted onto the wall from the lantern above. A bearskin sat near a small fireplace and wood was piled high next to the table.
“Elrond gave me this space for my own use.” Glorfindel said looking pleased. “It is dirty and is probably the least place you would like to see while you are here, but I want to run some tests.” Glorfindel said again looking pleased. Arnon gulped and felt a little frightened. “Www What kind of tests?” he said as he backed up against the wall. “Ai, nothing like what you are thinking,” Glorfindel chuckled. “I am not ill, but fair. I would not torture you. I merely want to run tests because I do not believe you are mortal.” Glorfindel said grasping Arnon’s hand tightly and patting it gently.
Glorfindel had Arnon sit in a chair and then he went to his table and looked at some writings. “Why do you not think I am mortal?” Arnon asked as he looked at Glorfindel with interest. “Well first of all, you can read elvish and very few mortals can do so. Second, your hair. It is blonde; most mortal’s hair color is dark yet yours is blonde as mine. Third you can also speak elvish, and I cannot think of a mortal who could teach another mortal to speak elvish so fluently and correctly. And fourth I have never seen a mortal man so happy in the outdoors.” Glorfindel finished.
“First test.” Glorfindel looked up at Arnon. “Come Arnon, come stand here.” Glorfindel ordered.
Arnon did as he was told and walked slowly to Glorfindel and then stood erect and motionless save the blinking of his eyes.
Glorfindel looked at every detail of ArnonÂ’s body, he looked everywhere but the ears. When he rose to look at those he gave a gasp and touched the rims of the rounded ears. They were scared and bright red as on an inflicted wound.
“Ow!” Arnon jumped and covered his tender ears. “That hurt.”
“I am sorry Arnon. May I see them again?” Glorfindel asked still in awe over the ghastly sight. “I guess.” Arnon reluctantly uncovered the ears and stood trembling. “Who did this?” the elf asked as he looked at the scars. “I do not know.” Arnon said as he looked downwards.
Glorfindel rose and looked at the boyÂ’s figure. He was unlike that of mortals; he had a tall and slender figure his legs long and flawless. His face was fairer than it had ever seemed. And although his golden hair was cut short it seemed to fit. Glorfindel looked over him one more time before standing finger on chin in bewilderment.
“Arnon stay here. I must go fetch Lord Elrond, do not move.” he told the boy as he started for the stairs. “May I sit by the fire?” Arnon asked quietly. “Yes, but touch nothing.” Glorfindel warned. Arnon nodded his head as he walked to the bearskin and sat down.

Glorfindel ran up the staircase to Elrond, he met him in the main hall.
“Elrond! You must see this!” Glorfindel said grabbing his hand. “What?” Elrond asked curious at his friend’s behavior. “Come.” Glorfindel said as he pulled him towards the staircase.
They went down the stairs together and Elrond saw Arnon sitting by the warm fire asleep on the black bear rug. “What have you done?” Elrond asked worried that Glorfindel had drugged Arnon. “Nothing, he is simply asleep.” Glorfindel said pulling his friend over to the rug.
Glorfindel kneeled down to Arnon and motioned for Elrond to follow his doings. “Look closely at his ears, but do not touch them.” Glorfindel whispered as he looked at Elrond and then back to the sleeping boy. Elrond did so; he looked closely at the boy’s red scared ears. “How did this happen?” Elrond asked as he turned his gaze to Glorfindel. “I do not know.” Glorfindel shrugged. “I just noticed it today.” Glorfindel answered.
“Do you know what this means?” Elrond asked Glorfindel. “Well I think so.” Glorfindel said. “Arnon is a elf!” Elrond said as he looked back down at Arnon. “That is the only plausible explanation.” Elrond said as he put his hand on Arnon’s brow. “That explains the elvish and his blonde hair.” Elrond said as he looked more carefully at Arnon.
Arnon stirred, he stretched and then shook. “That is also why him and his dog have such a great friendship.” Elrond said grabbing a blanket and covering the young elf. “Naneth! Ada!” Arnon whined and then whimpered. Elrond sat down next to Arnon. “Shhhh! You are alright.” Elrond whispered as he stoked Arnon’s cheek. Arnon laid his head on Elrond’s lap and laid motionless, the only movement he made was his gentle breathing. “He is so young.” Elrond said rubbing Arnon’s head softly and stroking his hair. “Yes I suppose in elf years he is no more than nine-teen.” Glorfindel said. “But how does he not know who he is?” Elrond asked his eyes turning back to his companion. “Maybe, he was tricked or what about amnesia.” Glorfindel answered looking at the young elves soft blond hair. Elrond was about to get up and bring Arnon back to his room when Glorfindel grabbed his hand.
“Let him stay!” Glorfindel said smiling. “I am going to be down here and he is obviously comfortable here.”
Elrond let Arnon’s head slide from his lap as he stood up. He grabbed a pillow and slipped it under the elf’s head then he stooped and covered him up to the shoulders in a blanket. “If you need anything I will be up in Arnon’s room, I would like to see his is I can find a clue behind this.” Elrond said as he shook hands with Glorfindel. “Alright.” Glorfindel smiled and went about his business. He walked over to the table and began to mix medicines.

Elrond searched through ArnonÂ’s stuff. He found a journal and another book. He looked at the journal first, the first page read:

August 20

Hello again, It is I Arnon. I have been quite busy trying to figure out what the things in this book means. It is quite complicated and I have only been able to make out a few of the words. My friends and me are leaving for The Shire tomorrow to see Delilah Greenholm and her brothers Heran, Coby, and her sister Lilly. I cannot wait to see them; I have not seen them since I was ten. They raised me ya know, and well being I guess the tallest one in The Shire was quite fun until they would start to stare. I really hate to be different. But anyway I must be going got a lot of packing to do.

Elrond finished reading then closed the book. It now seemed clearer to him what had happened. He put the journal down and opened the big forest green book. It was full of writing. A lot of poems, riddles, and such. They were all written in the same cursive form and the pages were a little yellow.
He read some of the poems in the book carefully.

Of a race that is tall and thin,
We were sure you should be in.
But as we see you have made your home,
In a city tall and well known.
We love you dearly and please understand,
That we treasure you more than all the land.
Make yourself a life of joy,
And remember always you are our boy.

Elrond stood in awe starring at the writing; this for sure was from the boyÂ’s rightful parents. But where were they? He pondered this to himself as he searched through the bag but found nothing more.

Arnon stirred, he was warm with heat from the fireplace and he was smiling as he rose to sit. He yawned and looked about, Glorfindel sat his face covered by a book, he was reading vigorously and he was mixing medicines while doing so.
Arnon stood to his feet, without looking from his book Glorfindel spoke. “Arnon, I have something to tell you.” he smiled. “What?” Arnon questioned. “Would you follow me?” The blonde elf spoke while smiling, and placed his book down on the table.
The young boy looked bewildered, but he got up and stretched a little before starring again at the elf.
Glorfindel looked at the boy and seemed to stare for the longest time, ArnonÂ’s body now seemed very lithe, he was quite tall and not at all stocky like a mortal but long and slender. The blonde elf lord looked happily at the younger one.
The elf lord walked over to the small door that led up to the main floor, Arnon had never noticed that a red velvet curtain covered the door.
Glorfindel pushed back the curtain slowly to reveal the marble staircase and the small amount of daylight that traveled down and shone slightly into the underground room.
“Tol, neth pen.” faired haired elf lord said as he climbed the steps. “Yes my lord.” the young boy said as he carefully climbed the steep marble staircase.

“What is this?” The Lord of Imladris stepped up to the pack to see a hidden pocket. “Ai!” he exclaimed starting to open the small pack at the bedside.
He kneeled down near the small deerskin pack and opened the hidden compartment with great care, as he did something small and shiny fell out.
He looked closer and went to pick it up, it was a brooch.
It was a leaf, made of pure silver and had hints of gold in the veins of the leaf. Elrond ran his finger alone the edges, they were perfectly smooth. He ran a finger on the back of the brooch.
Something bumpy reached his fingers as if it had been embossed. He looked on the back to see beautifully written cursive words, in elvish. A fire of excitement lit in the elf lord’s silver eyes. “What is this?” he asked looking closer at the inscription.
“An Arnoniel, Meleth; Coroniel a Arenon.” Elrond read allowed looking curiously at the trinket. “Coroniel.” he repeated the name over and over in his head. “There is something about that name.” the elf lord said to himself as he grasped the pin tighter.
A spark lit in his memory as he repeated the names in his head. He sat befuddled on the boyÂ’s bed trying hard as he could to remember those two names.

The blonde advisor turned to the young one his eyes gleaming in the evening son.
The two had now entered a large room that had balconies overlooking the Bruinen. The red evening sun gleamed brightly across the sparkling river as the giant crimson orb began to fade behind the hills.
Inside the large open room were many books and scrolls. In the very middle of the room was a large stone table; the sides of the table were marble. It shone a beautiful scarlet hue in the last rays of the setting sphere. On itÂ’s top was a mural.
Arnon stepped down to the table next to Glorfindel, the taller elfÂ’s figure shadowing the sun off the mural. The younger elf looked down at the tabletop curiously, he was amazed at what he saw.
It was the a perfect depiction of the last alliance, the mural showed many elves and men dying in attempt to free Middle Earth from the torture and doom of Sauron. ArnonÂ’s mouth dropped wide open at the sight, but so as not to be rude he closed it slowly and looked back up at the elf that was standing over him.
“Why did you bring me here?” he asked not sure of what else to say, he watched the elf lord’s keen blue eyes search his young face.
“Because, Arnoniel son of Coroniel, I thought you might like to know your true past.” the blonde elf smiled his blonde hair turning a sort of glow on it as the crimson sunlight tried to shine through his hair.
“What?” Arnon did not understand, what was this elf talking about? He was Arnon of Minas Tirith.