The Forgotten Past
He walked down the hall from his apartment, his golden hair in a pony-tail down his back, he wore ripped blue jeans, a black shirt, and a collared shirt he left open. He picked up a newspaper from the boy on the corner and headed for the meeting spot. Someone he had loved like a daughter had died today. "Fin." he repeated his short name absently, he wished that he had gone with the others when he had had the chance. He saw his friends up ahead, one smiled, "Hello Glorfindel, it's been a while."
Glorfindel smiled, "Hi Erestor, it's Fin now." "Well, as much as we enjoy being ignored, it's good to see you Glory." Glorfindel grinned at the use of the twin's childhood nick-name for him, "I apologize for my impudence my lords." he said grinning, the twins both glared at him.
"Elladan, Elrohir, or should I say Dan and Ro, it's almost time, we don't want to miss it do we?" Erestor told them. Glorfindel studied the twins, they both sported surfer hair that hung in front of their silver eyes, they had taken the years well, they had embraced living like humans. Glorfindel had not, he had refused to cut his hair short, as had Erestor. He had had trouble accepting the fact that no one knew elves existed anymore, they had forgotten Aragorn and the dark lords Morgoth and Sauron, they had forgotten dwarves and hobbits, even the Valar. The last of the Eldar moved down the sidewalk until they came to a grassy park, they walked through the fields towards the hill in the middle of it. When they got to the spot Glorfindel knelt down and cleared away the dead leaves and dirt from the worn marble headstone. Then he sat back on his heels before standing once more. The four elves waited until the sun hit the headstone, then all at once the grass burst into bloom, Nimphredil and Elanor shone on the grave. Glorfindel closed his eyes and thanked Yavanna for this small comfort for the souls of the forgotten elves, when he opened them the flowers were gone, the twins were kneeling on the grave of their sister, Elladan traced his fingers over her name on the stone, "We miss you Undomiel." Elrohir said.
Erestor paid his respects silently, Glorfindel whispered to her the story he had told her every night as a child, the tale of Beren and Luthien. Then he turned, said goodbye to everybody and left, no one shed a tear, for the time for tears was over, they had had thousands of years to grieve the loss. "Namarie." he heard the wind whisper…until next year.
