Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkien's works, or any of the characters in them.

This story is set during the Years of the Trees in Tirion. Glorfindel, Turgon, and Finrod are all quite young, hence their excitable nature and reckless sense for adventure (although this does not really change much ;).

Since Tolkien did not go into depth on Glorfindel's past and heritage, I have made an educated assumption and theory of who his parents were. In my version of events, he is the only son of Írimëand an OC Vanyar, Élaurëon.

As for names, I have decided to go with a mixture of their Quenya names and their renditions in Sindarin. When I refer to the characters in the story, I will use their names in Sindarin, as they are more commonly known. However, when the characters speak to each other, they will use their Quenya names, as this is what would have been done at the time.

So, I hope you enjoy this sweet little fic ;). It is probably going to be quite short and light.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 1

Glorfindel lay in bed, staring up at the low hanging ceiling of his room. It was nigh midnight, but he could not convince himself to fall asleep. Although it was late, the light of Telperion shone brightly across the winter lands and sky, casting its mystical glow through his window and illuminating the little bedroom. He gave a heavy sigh, crossing his small arms across his chest as he glared angrily at the window, wishing he could somehow veil the tree that cast out the offending light. He would never get to sleep like this.

Almost an hour more passed in virtually the same way, save that Glorfindel had by now grown a lot more frustrated. Finally with a great huff, he pushed the quilt off of him and crawled out of bed. He winced slightly as his feet touched the cold floor and was about to go back to bed when an idea suddenly popped into his head. A smile slowly spread across his face and he immediately forgot about his loss of sleep.

Heart pounding in his chest, he hurried over to his closet and quickly dressed, pulling his warm winter cloak around his shoulders and doing up the clasp with trembling fingers. He grabbed his boots from the corner and slowly pushed the door to his room open, peaking out into the corridor to make sure his parents were not awake. No sound came from the hall, and after a few moments, he slipped out of his room and tiptoed silently through the still house.

He made it to the front door without any trouble and almost fell over in his rush to pull his boots on. Now that he was so close to succeeding in his escape, his fear had suddenly heightened and with every moment that passed, he imagined he could hear his parents' footsteps coming down the hall.

Barely a minute later, he stumbled out onto the front steps, shoving the door closed behind him and breathing a huge sigh of relief. Raising bright blue-green eyes to the sky, he took in the beautiful winter landscape that spread out in front of him. Large fluffy snowflakes tumbled down from the deep blue sky, landing all around him and covering the world in a blanket of sparkling whiteness.

Glorfindel gave a small squeal of excitement, jumping down the steps of his front porch and launching himself into the deep snow. It caught him gently, softening his fall and cushioning in around him. He laughed, jumping to his feet again and leaping into the air to catch a snowflake on his tongue. It was perfect! Well worth sneaking out past his parents.

All thoughts of guilt and worry disappearing, Glorfindel ran off down the little path that wound out from their house, laughing as he skipped happily along. This was not a night that should be missed. He needed to share it with his friends.

It did not take him long to reach his Uncle Fingolfin's house as it was situated quite near to his own, and when he arrived he was practically bouncing with excitement. Searching around in the garden that fringed the house, he found a small stone and hurried over to the edge of the house. Standing below the tall building, he stared up at the window high above, wondering if this was really the best idea. What if he accidentally woke Turgon's older brother, Fingon? But he knew Turgon would love it out there in the wintery wonderland, and he swallowed his fear and tossed the small stone upwards. It bounced off the window with a sharp smack before falling back down and hitting him on the head. Wincing in pain, Glorfindel waited with baited breath, rubbing his sore head as he watched the dark window.

He was just about to try throwing the stone again, when the window suddenly swung open and Turgon's head appeared around the wooden frame, his dark hair blowing about his face in the wind. He looked around in confusion, obviously trying to locate the source of the noise that had awoken him.

"Down here!" Glorfindel called up to him, waving his arms to get his friend's attention.

Turgon's head snapped down and a look of shock passed across his features.

"By Eru, Laurefindel! What are you doing here?" Turgon called down to him, the pitch of his voice betraying his surprise and bewilderment.

Glorfindel ignored the question and instead called up, "You have to come down here, Turukáno. It is amazing! The moon is so bright, and it is snowing!"

Turgon rolled his eyes, but an excited grin had begun to spread across his face. He hesitated for a moment, looking back into his room before turning back to Glorfindel's waiting form far below on the snowy grass.

"Oh…alright…" he finally relented, unable to resist the temptation of playing in the snow with his friend. "Just let me get ready and I will be right down," he called, and disappeared back into his room, closing the window behind him.

A few minutes later the front door creaked open and Turgon peaked around, his hair covered in a thick warm hood lined with fur. He spotted Glorfindel and ran over to him, his cheeks flushed with excitement as he skidded to a halt in front of his friend.

"I was thinking maybe we could go and explore the mountains. They would be so beautiful tonight, and if we climbed to the top we could watch the mingling of the lights," Glorfindel gushed, already impatient from waiting, and clearly very excited about his idea.

Turgon's eyes lit up and he nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes! But let us first go and find Findaráto. He would hate to miss out on this…" he said, glancing over his shoulder in the direction of their cousin's house.

"You're right. We cannot go without him," Glorfindel agreed with a small nod. Grinning widely, he took Turgon's hand and pulled him down the path, laughing as he stumbled through the deep snow.

They stumbled to a halt in front of their cousin's house, breathless from running through the snow.

"Alright, let us get our cousin," Turgon panted, bracing his hands against his knees. He grinned up at Glorfindel, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Are you going to use your stone throwing trick again?"

"Of course! It is really quite effective you know, Turukáno," Glorfindel teased as he scooped a handful of pebbles from the pathway. Pulling his arm back, he hurled the pebbles at the window of their cousin's room.

It took both Turgon and Glorfindel's combined efforts to coax Finrod into joining them, and even then he was reluctant. But eventually he relented and emerged from the house clad in warm winter clothes and a thick scarf.

"Are you two sure this is a good idea?" Finrod asked softly, his face nearly hidden by the thick scarf that engulfed his neck. "Atto will be really mad if he finds out I am gone…"

"Oh come now Findaráto. You will have no fun if you go and worry about all of that now," Turgon chided, grabbing Finrod's hand and tugging him along.

Finrod bit his lip, glancing up one last time at the house, before somewhat reluctantly following his cousins.