Title: Drabbles Galore 3
Beta: Oli
Type/Rating: FPS/ Most are G/PG
Character: Glorfindel, Various Others
Disclaimer: All characters are Tolkien's; I am just borrowing them.

Prompts: Legend, Journey, Battle, Royalty, Epic Writing, Deed, Courage

Summary: Drabbles (a few doubles or triples) about our favorite Balrog Slayer.

LEGEND

Glorfindel hated being a legend. There were enough stories and songs sung about him that it was embarrassing. What was worse was that most of these got it all wrong. Then there were the people who thought it acceptable to demand his story from him. The elflings he could tolerate they did not know better, but the others were just rude. Why did they concentrate on just him? What about his friends? Had they not been brave in giving their lives to fight the demons? Why not write about them? He would have to write and set the record straight.

JOURNEY

He had been an adventurous youth. When many had thought the rebellion was wrong, he hadn't been so sure. He had joined with those who saw the exodus as a chance at change and opportunity. He hadn't considered the hardships and battles they would all face, but had taken it all in stride as part of the price they paid for their freedom. He had seen many places and done many things he would never have had the chance to in Aman. But truthfully, he could have done without this particular journey he thought to himself as he entered Mando's Halls.

BATTLE

Battle, it had sounded so glorious and right. All the other elflings had said so, and they had played it constantly under the disapproving glare of their elders. Then he had seen the aftermath of Al , what Fëanor's followers had done to the Teleri. No more did he rush to play war with the other elflings, he knew instinctively that everything had changed now. He was glad he had disobeyed his father and continued meeting Eonwe secretly for fighting lessons. Maybe it would help to keep him alive he thought as he followed Turgon across the grinding ice.

ROYALTY

Glorfindel hated the fact that he was related to royalty. All it meant was being uncomfortable. He always had to be clean and dressed up, on his best manners. If he didn't receive top marks from his tutors, punishment awaited. He wanted to run and play, like the other elflings. He wanted to have fun and adventures, not lessons in decorum. Why did it matter if he knew this stuff, he would never need it anyway. He planned to run away, become one of the Noldo's warriors when he was big enough. Now, if only his collar would stop itching.

EPIC

Within a day of having met his charge Elrond, Glorfindel decided that he did not like him. The youngling had a chip of epic proportions on his shoulder. Maybe it was his job to teach the wayward brat a lesson he thought as he mingled with the guests in the garden. Pushing these thoughts aside he decided to listen to various groups talk, it was the best way to gage everyone's opinions and learn the popular attitudes. After several hours of listening, he came to the conclusion that his charge's chip was known by all. Not one word of praise or a single kind thought had he heard uttered about Elrond. What had shocked him the most had been the amount of prejudice against his mixed blood he had heard, including wishes that the Feanorians had killed him like they had Elrond's uncles.

Uncomfortable with what he had learned, he decided to remove himself to a nearby tree to think. He silently watched as a loud group of prejudice warriors stopped under a balcony to gossip about Elrond. They were particularly vicious in their comments and Glorfindel was glad the youngling was not around to hear them. Then he saw a shadow move on the balcony and realized that every word had been heard. As he watched the moonlight glisten off the tear tracks on Elrond's face, he realized that the attitude was all show. His charge was really a lonely outsider who had decided to put up a brave front.

WRITING

"Glorfindel, I need some help writing something," Elrond said as he shut the door behind him.

"Wouldn't Erestor be better for that?" Glorfindel asked confused.

"I do not think so," came the quiet reply.

"What could he not help you with then?" Glorfindel inquired, intrigued.

Elrond laid the beginnings of a letter before him and waited for his response.

Seeing what was already written surprised Glorfindel, then he smiled. His friend had been alone for too long.

"Come, let me teach you the fine art of writing a love letter," he replied as he pulled Elrond close for a hug.

COURAGE

He had been assigned to guard Eärendil. The others considered it punishment for speaking against Maeglin. They told him his mistrust was misplaced; that while strange Maeglin was to be trusted. He did not think this so continued to voice his distrust. Glorfindel wondered how many realized the truth now as they died. Then he turned to face the20Balrog. The others sought their redemption in fighting to help others stay alive. He prayed to Elbereth to give him courage. Maybe with his death would come the defeat of the fire demon and orcs. And time for others to live.

DEED

"Here Elrond, it is a deed to the land across the river and south of us," Glorfindel said as he tossed the rolled parchment upon the desk. "Consider it a begetting day gift."

Elrond just stared at the roll in surprise. He had wanted that land for quite some time but it was owned by the King of Angmar. The land was actually another small valley that was perfect for orchards and chops despite its elevation. With Imladris's increasing population it would help greatly to feed everyone.

"How did you obtain the deed?" he asked cautiously.

"I won it fair and square in a card game. And yes there were witnesses so the King cannot dispute your ownership. I told him I was giving you the land as a gift," Glorfindel replied.

This was not exactly how he had wanted to acquire the land, but who was he to argue.