Glimpses of Time

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters appears in this story. They are all intellectual property belonging to J.R.R. Tolkien. I just try to play with them.

Author's note: English is not my first language, so there must be some grammar or writing errors. Also I don't have a beta to look through the story for me. So critical reviews are welcome. Just don't be to hash on me :P

This fic is posted at the end of 2014, so Happy New Year to everyone who are reading this story.

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Here goes the Story.

Chapter.1 Their First Meeting

Elrond and Thranduil first met when Thranduil and his father traveled to Lindon and stayed there after the fall of Doriath. Being the spoiled ward of Gil-galad, the Elrond was very rude to Thranduil. It was after a party and cups of drinks, Elrond finally found himself looking at the new elf coming from the Beleriand. Lost in the golden elf's beauty and the sadness aura surround him, Elrond didn't even notice his glance become stare, and his stare became too long to be deemed reasonable. The new elf seemed to notice his stare as well, inclined his head sideway to glance over here, and then he just turned around and walked away try to hide from Elrond's stare. Elrond could not let this happened, he marched over to that elf, just in time to catch him before leaving the courtyard.

"So, are you one of the new elves from Doriath?" Elrond ask in a haste, even forgetting manners and pleasantry. But his catch did not forget the social principle, "Mae l'ovannen! Yes, I traveled from Beleriand with my adar, we just arrived a few days ago."

"Do you know who I am?" Elrond asked, he didn't like the way the golden elf kept trying to get rid of him. The elf didn't respond to his question, instead choosing to leave again. Elrond didn't know what came over him (alcohol…), he grabbed the golden elf's arm. "I am Elrond Eärendilion. It is great pity that I being the descendent of Luthien but I have never been to Menegoth, you should talk to me Sindar, underneath it all, I am your lord."

If looks can kill, Elrond probably would be dead by now, he could literally see the anger and hatred from the icy gray eyes of the elf, his clouded mind started to clear up, he realized he has said something utterly rude, but before he could savage whatever impression he made on this elf, the elf was called away. Thanduil, the silver haired elf who came to get him called him Thranduil.

Elrond soon found out that Thranduil was an extremely quite elf, although he seemed like just a few years older than Elrond. He didn't communicate too much with others than his own father and several other Sindar Elves from Doriath, and avoid Elrond at all costs. Elrond was so sorry that he was so rude to him when they first met, yet he could not do anything to change that.

It was several months later, Elrond saw Thranduil again in another gathering. Celeborn and Galadriel led a large group of Sindarin elves—refugees from the War of Wrath, among them many are from Doriath. They seemed to have great relationship with both Thranduil and Oropher, Thranduil was especially close to Galadriel's young daughter, Celebrian, an elfling no more than 100 years old. One night, after dinner, a lot elves gathered at the courtyard, under the starlight, to enjoy music played and sang by the minstrels. Everyone were owed by the songs, and praise the skills of the minstrels, but the young Celebrian was not impressed. She sat near her mother and the High King, her impatience was soon discovered by Gil-galad. "Are you unhappy with the music, my little princess?"

"No, it is great, but not as great as music in Doriath." It is hard for a youngster to understand that Doriath is no longer there.

"You are right, my princess, it is not Doriath, we do not have that kind of talents in Lindon." Gil-galad said with great pity he felt towards the young elleth.

"But Thranduil is here, he is the best singer of all Doriath." Thranduil had been in Lindon for more than half a year, yet Gil-galad had never seen this elf sing at any occasion. Celebrían immediately dragged Thranduil to the front. "Thranduil, sing a song for us, they have never heard of music in Doriath! Show them!" It was clear to see that Thranduil was slightly embarrassed, but he took Celebrian's offer, sat down behind the harp, and sang a song about the great Beleriand. Everyone presented that night were all entranced by the voice of Thranduil, Elrond was enchanted, and he felt himself falling, falling for the voice of this amazing golden elf.

Although Thranduil and Oropher continued to live in Lindon for a few years before they left with Celeborn, Elrond yet had never got more chance to get to know the golden elf. Elrond felt defeated, but what he didn't know was there would be a time, he would be the one who know Thranduil more than anyone else in the whole world.

(A/N: It is a Canon-AU fanfic, so in the first part Elrond and Thranduil might both seem a little bit OOC. I don't remember if Tolkien have an official setting for Elves' age, but in my AU settings, Elves mature at their 150th begetting day, which equals to 16 to 18 years old in human age, where they got fully grown body. They come of age at their 500th begetting day, equals to 21 years old in human years, when their body and mind are all grown up. In This part Elrond is still a youngster just over 200 years old. He thought Thranduil was the same age. However, Thranduil was born before Doriath fell, he grew up in Thingol's court. At this time, he was almost 500 years old. Because of war and losses, Thranduil was actually more matured than his age, while Elrond didn't remember the loss of his parents when he was really young, and also he was spoiled by his foster parent Gil-galad. Elros had not made the decision to be man at this time, but he was not in Lindon at this time, which may also be a reason why Elrond was a little grumpy. I just fancy the idea of a less sophisticated Elrond, I don't want to write an Elrond that was born an old man.)