Disclaimer: reads from script I do not own Lord of the Rings. I do not own Elrond and co. or Thranduil and Legolas. I am not making any money off of this.
puts down script. Well, that was underwhelming.
Author's note: First thing's first, Glorfindel's a woman. WHY? Why not - apart from the obvious fact that he is supposed to be a man. shrug Hey, this is a fanfic.
Second thing's second, I'm going by human ages here.
Sunlight fell on the dark-haired advisor of Imladris. He sat at his desk, going through the arrangements for their Mirkwood guests. Thranduil's eldest child, his daughter Mirear, was coming to study the arts of healing under Lord Elrond. She would be living in Imladris with her husband Romendir, and infant daughter Galenorn, until she finished her studies. Thranduil was joining her for the journey and staying for two weeks as well, along with his wife Mirindil, and young son Legolas.
Erestor was half-way through some last-minute preparations when he heard the door open and the sound of familiar footsteps. He didn't have to look to know who it was: Glorfindel. She was the only elf who didn't knock on the door before entering his office. She all but skipped up behind him and peered over his shoulder to see what he was doing.
"This again?" she asked with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. Erestor turned to look at her, their faces barely an inch apart.
Her hair was tied back in warrior braids, and she wore her usual green tunic and leggings. Her muscles were slightly larger and more toned then most she-elves (and he guessed that her figure was well shaped and toned) due to a life, or two in her case, as a warrior. He found himself resisting the urge to touch her. He now made an effort to avoid staring at her, ever since she had noticed him doing so a few years before. That thought brought him back to the present, and he turned back to his work.
"It has got to be done. It... GLORFINDEL!!"
Before he had finished his sentence, she'd snatched away the papers and danced a few paces away, waving them in the air.
"'It has got to be done', my foot! If you don't stop this right away, I am afraid I will have to take persuasive action."
Erestor watched Glorfindel's insane grin and suppressed a shudder. He clearly remembered the last time Glorfindel took 'persuasive action'.
"Did you come here for a reason, or just to annoy me?" came his irritated reply. She lowered the papers, and appeared to be trying to remember something.
"No, no reason."
"Alright, alright," she raised her hands in defeat. "The Mirkwood party will be arriving in ten minutes. Elrond wants us both to be there to greet them."
"Are you not going to wear something a little more ... formal?"
Glorfindel shrugged. "Why? That's what the feast tonight is for."
"Thranduil and Mirindil will be in formal wear."
Glorfindel gave him a sceptical look. "You can't really believe that will change my mind."
Erestor sighed. "Fine! Shall we go then?"
Glorfindel walked over to his desk and dropped the papers on it. "Certainly." She walked with Erestor to the courtyard.
Erestor watched Glorfindel and, for the millionth time, wondered why he had fallen for her. She must have sensed his eyes on her because she turned round and raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Damn! He hadn't even realised that he had been staring. "Just wondering why the Valar gave you a second chance at life. Oh, and why did you have to spend it here?" Well, that isn't far from the truth, he thought to himself.
This seemed to satisfy her, as she just grinned and said, "You love me really."
"You have no idea," he muttered under his breath.
Elrond watched as Glorfindel and Erestor came down to stand with him and his family. "I see you managed to drag Erestor away from his study," he noted.
Glorfindel smiled back. "With a little persuasion..."
"GLORFINDEL!! GIVE ... THEM ... BACK ... NOW!"
Glorfindel was standing on the rocks beside the Imladris Lake. In one hand, she held the papers Erestor was demanding back. Erestor was standing at the bottom of the rocks, looking very pissed off.
Glorfindel's grin widened. "Oh dear," thought Elrond, which also seemed to be Erestor's thought as he halted.
"Glorfindel, what are you scheming? Glorfindel!? No, not-" Erestor stopped dead, unable to say a word as the papers floated serenely downwards onto the surface of the lake. Glorfindel wisely left before Erestor could recover.
Elrond was jerked out of his memories by a horn, announcing their guests' arrival.
Glorfindel watched King Thranduil dismount and help his wife down. Glorfindel and Erestor shared a brief look. Both wore the predicted formal dress, in a regal dark green. The Mirkwood royal family stood together.
"Mae Govannen, Thranduil and Mirindil of Mirkwood," Elrond said as they all bowed slightly to each other. "You know my wife, Lady Celebrian, my twin sons Elrohir and Elladan, my daughter Arwen and, of course, Lady Glorfindel and Lord Erestor."
Glorfindel smiled slightly at the surprised look on the face of a brown-haired elf standing slightly apart from the family. Glorfindel listened to Thranduil's introductions, beginning with his wife Mirindil, a beautiful elf with dark blonde hair. Glorfindel knew from Thranduil's last visit (several centuries before) that she was a patient elf. She had to be patient to be married to Thranduil.
Glorfindel surveyed Imladris' newest residents. Mirear had her mother's hair and gentle eyes. Her husband, Romendur, also had the blonde hair common to Sindar elves. In Mirkwood, he was one of generals, but now he would be working under Glorfindel's command, perhaps as a border captain or something similar.
"And this must be Galenorn," Celebrian said to a little blonde head that peeked round Mirear's legs.
Galenorn looked round at all the new faces and started forward, until she spotted Erestor. She froze, looked at him, and quickly hid behind her parents' legs. The only ones who didn't appear to find this funny were Erestor and Thranduil.
Glorfindel walked forward till she was standing a couple of feet in front of Galenorn, and kneeled down. "Don't worry, little one. I know Erestor looks like a stern, moody, grumpy stiff-neck, but once you get to know him-"
Glorfindel paused, looking first at Erestor, then Galenorn, then at Erestor again, and then back to Galenorn, and smiled. "Maybe you ought to just stay out his way for a few years."
This prompted a few chuckles, and a dark glare from Erestor. Well he did have it coming, thought Glorfindel.
Thranduil cleared his throat. "...And this is my son Legolas," he announced proudly, placing his hands on Legolas' shoulders. Legolas looked a LOT like his father, but his build was closer to his mother's. He was couple of years younger than Arwen, making him about 10. Glorfindel smiled to herself. He was going to be handsome when he grew up.
As an afterthought, Thranduil added "This is Legolas' tutor, Narelda." He indicated the brown-haired elf she had noticed earlier. That is odd: he has never brought a tutor here before.
Lord Elrond called to her. "Glorfindel, will you show Narelda to some chambers?"
"Of course. Follow me."
As Narelda came up beside her, their eyes meet and she felt a twinge.
End of Chapter 1
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