My blue rose: I have no idea if Glorfindel and Erestor were in Minas Tirith with the Twins and Elrond but it seems to me like they could have been, so please don’t shoot me!

Mysterious Ways

The white stone walls of Minas Tirith gleam like true-sliver under the moon and stars. The air is alive with song and laughter from those who celebrate in sight of the White Tree: Men and Dwarves, Elves and Hobbits, male and female, mortals and immortals. Minstrels play, stories are told, food and drink are served, jokes are made, and many dance. The joy in their hearts washed away the bitterness of recent hardships from their faces.

Though there is still much work to be done, all present are merry for the Dawn has finally come. The Darkness is banished, the Shadow, gone. For the evil that has assailed all that is good for two Ages of the world has, at long last, been defeated. Tonight was a party for the arrival of the lady Arwen, soon to be wife of the King.

Off to the side, two Elves sat in high-backed watching the dancers. One was tall with golden hair and blue eyes. He leaned back in his chair, embroidered scarlet robes slightly askew, taping foot keeping time with the music. The other, his hair was raven and eyes silver-grey, sat strait-backed, his indigo robe trimmed with silver.

Smiling broadly at a handsome Man dancing with a beautiful Elven lady the one with the fair hair asked, “Can you remember the last time you have seen Estel looking so happy?”

“Yes, Glorfindel,” said his companion acidly “When you and he conspired to misplace all my inkbottles… for a week!”

“Erestor, do you mean to tell me that you are still upset about that? We were merely concerned that you had been working too hard than was good for you. In any case, my question was meant to be rhetorical.”

“Rhetorical? Why Glorfindel, wherever did you learn such a sophisticated word?” the dark haired elf asked derisively.

“From you most likely; ‘tis the fell influence you are having on my vocabulary.”

His friend made a noise somewhere between a snort and a snicker and turned to glare at him incredulously.

“It is utterly imposable to hold a serious conversation with you.”

“Oh? I believe you started it this time.”

“That was a manifestation of your fell influence on me!”

The crimson garbed elf laughed saying, “I concede! You win the conversation Erestor.

“Hmph.”

They were silent for a moment. The music now took on a furious pace and the dancers flew and twirled with it. A serving boy carrying a tray of goblets offered them drinks and they chose two filled with red wine. Taking a sip of his drink Erestor gazed at a russet haired Dwarf and a green clad Elf, talking some 9 yards away. His head cocked to the side he asked,

“Do you ever wonder about Legolas’ part in all this?”

His companions’ brow furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, history saw Isildur redeemed through his heir, Aragorn. I-”

“Raised by the High King’s herald, I know,” Glorfindel interjected. “Elendil himself could not have planed it better.”

“Indeed. Now, as I was saying before you interrupted me, I find Legolas’ part in this intriguing.”

“How so?”

“History saw not only Isildur redeemed through his heir, but Oropher as well, through Legolas. What do you make of that?” Erestor asked still looking at the Elf and Dwarf.

“Hmm. I think,” Glorfindel began slowly “I think that none of the events in this past year have been coincidence. That what should have happened an age ago has now come to pass. That all the wrongs can not be righted, but they have at least been made easier to bear.

Glorfindel turned to his friend and smiled “However, most of all I think that Ilúvatar works in mysterious ways.”

“Mysterious ways indeed, Mellon nín.”