Elrond nearly jumped out of his skin when he realised ther was a small elfling with tousled golden hair. The child, however, stared at him with wide, grey eyes. Elrond immediately knew that this elfling was not from Imaldris, since there were only three at the moment, who happened to be his own children.
Elrond, deciding some sort of greetings were in order, so grinning warmly he said, 'Suilad'.
The child replied with something that vaguely resembled a greeting.
So Elrond tried something else ' Man eneth lín?'
The child cocked his head, obviously not understanding. Elrond resisted a sigh, what elfling didn't know sindarin?
'Estannen Elrond', he tried again.
'Estannen Glorfindel', the child replied with a heavy accent.
Glorfindel! how came this child to be named after the famous Balrog slayer?
'Hello Glorfindel', Mithranders voice sounded from the doorway, 'I see they have finally let you out of Mandos'.
The Elfling and Elf-lord recoiled in shock, simultaneously shouting, 'WHAT!'
