Author's Notes: I haven't written any fan fic for a looong time and this is my first LOTR story. So reviews are very welcome, unfortunately this story hasn't been beta read or anything, so please take that into account when you review.
About the story: This prologue bit (and future epilogue) takes place when Aragorn is about twenty, a little after he meets Arwen. The rest of the story takes place way before then, when Lady Celebrian was still around and the twins were starting to go into teenager stage. As for Glorfindel, I've left it up to the reader to decide if he's the reincarnated Glorfindel of Gondolin or if he's a completely different elf all together. Don't you love ambiguity?
The Course of Love: Prologue
"Glorfindel?"
The golden haired elf looked up from his desk to see a young man standing in the doorway of his study. He had been hoping for some peace and quiet from the usual excitement that was the House of Elrond so that he could actually get some work done. Unfortunately, it did not seem to be his day for solitude.
"What is it, Estel?"
"Can I talk to you about something?"
Glorfindel nodded. "Sit."
Estel sat in a chair facing his old weaponsmaster but said nothing. Glorfindel turned back to his papers and waited until Estel was ready to speak.
"Have you ever been in love, Glorfindel?"
The elf looked up sharply. "Why do you ask?"
"Please, I must know."
Glorfindel's gaze softened and he put down his papers and pen. "Yes, Estel, I have, a very long time ago on your terms. Why?"
"Because I have fallen in love also."
"And why is that so bad? Most elves sing with joy at the very thought of finding love."
"My heart sings, but it is a troubled song."
"Tell me why it is troubled, little one." Normally, Estel would have chafed at the endearment, but today he said nothing.
"I'm in love with Arwen." He said softly. Glorfindel leaned back in his chair and let out a low whistle.
"I can see how that could pose a problem. Does she return your love?"
"I do not know. I am afraid to court her because I am afraid of what Elrond might say."
"Afraid of the elf that has raised you as his own son for the past twenty years? I think you ought to speak with him, it is the proper thing to do."
"I am afraid he might say no."
"You will never know until you ask."
"Were you afraid when you went to talk to your lady's parents?"
Glorfindel's eyes saddened. "Her parents had sailed to Valinor before I met her. Indeed, she was thinking of following them. Our love convinced her to stay."
"What happened to her? Where is she now?" Estel was suddenly very interested in Glorfindel's past. His weaponsmaster was notoriously closed mouthed about anything concerning his personal life. To have him suddenly open up was very rare.
Glorfindel gave a small, sad smile. "It is a long tale Estel, are you sure you want to hear it?"
Estel nodded.
"In that case we may as well go for a walk."
Glorfindel chose one of the longer paths that started in a garden near his study but continued on through the forest and around almost the whole of Imladris. By the time they entered the trees, Estel was becoming anxious to hear the story and opened his mouth to say something but Glorfindel cut him off.
"It began on a day, much like this one, I was escorting the Lady CelebrĂan and your brothers to Lothlorien and we had just entered the Golden Wood…"
Sooo, how'm I doing? Review please! :-)
About the story: This prologue bit (and future epilogue) takes place when Aragorn is about twenty, a little after he meets Arwen. The rest of the story takes place way before then, when Lady Celebrian was still around and the twins were starting to go into teenager stage. As for Glorfindel, I've left it up to the reader to decide if he's the reincarnated Glorfindel of Gondolin or if he's a completely different elf all together. Don't you love ambiguity?
"Glorfindel?"
The golden haired elf looked up from his desk to see a young man standing in the doorway of his study. He had been hoping for some peace and quiet from the usual excitement that was the House of Elrond so that he could actually get some work done. Unfortunately, it did not seem to be his day for solitude.
"What is it, Estel?"
"Can I talk to you about something?"
Glorfindel nodded. "Sit."
Estel sat in a chair facing his old weaponsmaster but said nothing. Glorfindel turned back to his papers and waited until Estel was ready to speak.
"Have you ever been in love, Glorfindel?"
The elf looked up sharply. "Why do you ask?"
"Please, I must know."
Glorfindel's gaze softened and he put down his papers and pen. "Yes, Estel, I have, a very long time ago on your terms. Why?"
"Because I have fallen in love also."
"And why is that so bad? Most elves sing with joy at the very thought of finding love."
"My heart sings, but it is a troubled song."
"Tell me why it is troubled, little one." Normally, Estel would have chafed at the endearment, but today he said nothing.
"I'm in love with Arwen." He said softly. Glorfindel leaned back in his chair and let out a low whistle.
"I can see how that could pose a problem. Does she return your love?"
"I do not know. I am afraid to court her because I am afraid of what Elrond might say."
"Afraid of the elf that has raised you as his own son for the past twenty years? I think you ought to speak with him, it is the proper thing to do."
"I am afraid he might say no."
"You will never know until you ask."
"Were you afraid when you went to talk to your lady's parents?"
Glorfindel's eyes saddened. "Her parents had sailed to Valinor before I met her. Indeed, she was thinking of following them. Our love convinced her to stay."
"What happened to her? Where is she now?" Estel was suddenly very interested in Glorfindel's past. His weaponsmaster was notoriously closed mouthed about anything concerning his personal life. To have him suddenly open up was very rare.
Glorfindel gave a small, sad smile. "It is a long tale Estel, are you sure you want to hear it?"
Estel nodded.
"In that case we may as well go for a walk."
Glorfindel chose one of the longer paths that started in a garden near his study but continued on through the forest and around almost the whole of Imladris. By the time they entered the trees, Estel was becoming anxious to hear the story and opened his mouth to say something but Glorfindel cut him off.
"It began on a day, much like this one, I was escorting the Lady CelebrĂan and your brothers to Lothlorien and we had just entered the Golden Wood…"
Sooo, how'm I doing? Review please! :-)