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Ch 7

Glorfindel was a noble elf of high birth who was one of the most respected Elf lord within Imladris, as he was one of the twelve lords in Gondolin, and one of the two among the eleven lords of the twelve Houses who died fighting a Balrog and returned in Valar's decision. He was the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower that faithfully served his King in Gondolin and protected Idril and Tuor, and their son Earendil – who happened to be Elrond's father. He was a coach to many elves in Imladris and gave them assignments to guard many places in Imladris from the attacks of Orcs and Wargs.

He was a hero in many elves' eyes that songs were made for him after he died fighting Balrog back in the First Age. He was a great figure in the Halls of Imladris because of his skills and his heroic figure, not to mentioned being sent back by Valar to aid Elrond. He was also the greatest swordsman of Imladris. Many held high respect for him because of stories about him. Every Orcs and of that evil that seen him had run with their tails between their legs.

Not to mention that he was the greatest hero figure for the Elven children whose story was told to them when it was their bedtime by their Naneths. And songs of him were sung in the Halls of Fire.

Half of his blood was of the Vanyar, which explains his golden hair. And he was a captain in Gondolin, the hidden city of the Noldor. The other half of his blood was of Noldo, as he also crossed the Grinding Ice of Helcaraxë along with the Noldor.

Despite all that, however, he was a lot like any other Elf – merry and curious. At times, he and quite a few other Elf lords, who were ever known during some certain events of the First Age, could be seen with quite unique perks of their own. And those times were the times when he and the said other Elf lords had nothing to do – which at times always lead into amusement for other elves; 'folly' and 'foolishness' were the right word for them according to Elrond.

And this, this was one of the few times; Erestor, the Chief Counselor of Imladris had nothing to do when he happened to meet Glorfindel – in a stunned manner that he only appeared as when in humiliation, which was induced by becoming the victim to Elladan and Elrohir's childish pranks when they were younger – being dragged by the only red-haired Elleth aside from Nerdanel, that he had ever seen before here in Imladris. He knew of her name of course, he had heard of her coming and the rumors of her hair being the brightest red, unique compared to the others – which had always been golden, silver, brown, and black. Then he remembered his manners and asked for her name just for formality.

Caramiriel, as she introduced herself to him, was lost alongside his fellow Elf lord – who had become an unnatural shade of pale, in fear as it seemed – she was dragging within the library. If it was not of her mischief he had always heard of, he would have never let the others see his expression as of now. He would love to help his fellow elf, of course! Even a librarian would like to go out from his library once in a while.

"And what of your plan, Lord Erestor?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. A slow mischievous smile was starting to spread across her face, almost dividing her face in two. "Pray tell, what did you have in mind, Master Erestor?"

He grinned, as he leaded the still-stunned Glorfindel and the red-haired Elleth towards a room, refusing to be baited. "Ye shall see with thy own eyes, Lady Caramiriel." He answered, much to her amusement. "And with Glorfindel being this pale? Aye, I think ye have broken a record of making our twice-born Elf this pale. I had not remembered the last time he was as ashen-faced and non-responsive as he is now."

"So I am a record-breaker now." She replied the very same smile was still on her face. "Very well then, I shall wait and see what you shall do, Lord Erestor." She said with an over-dramatic bow.

He laughed, quite wickedly, in amusement to both her bow and what was to come for the stunned Elf lord. "Indeed, that is what you should do. We can't have you give a bad impression for the Lady of Imladris and her children, now can we?" He asked. "You need to give a few years to adjust with Elrond before creating mischief, which is my advice for you, daughter of Maedhros." He winked at her as they reached Glorfindel's room, before both Elf lords walk in.

She laughed. "That, I will do, Lord Erestor. Except for the part concerning the years, I will reduce it to mere months, for I have known Celebrian ever since she was in her mother's womb and have tasted the twin's mischief when they had a trip to Lorien years ago." She paused only for a short while. "Could you tell me which way is my room? I got lost earlier and I do not intend to get lost again." She said before Erestor closed the door.

He grinned. "Your room is right beside Glorfindel's room, to the left. I suppose that Elrond had high regards of you – even Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn did, for it was them both that sent you to Imladris in the first place – that he had given you a room right beside our cheery sun."

"Right." She said, disbelieving of Elrond's high regards of her. Whatever she had done to have Elrond's high regards?

"I will send someone to your room once dinner is ready. I suppose Elrond will send an Elleth to give you proper clothing for dinner. Until then, Namarië." He said, before closing the door behind him.


True to his words, Erestor had sent a young Ellon to escort her to eat with the family of Elrond. She had managed to clean herself thoroughly in a short period of time, and used the dress given to her that was laid in her bed. She had her hair braided in the style of the House of Fëanor – one that Celebrimbor taught her in her early childhood – for she would be a member of that house had she returned to Valinor or meet her parents in the Halls of Mandos.

Though, she was late. Thankfully the dinner was not yet served.

She was one of the last elves to join the table, she had noticed. There were a few chairs unoccupied, as she looked around. She saw Celebrian smile at her general direction, making Caramiriel give the young mother an affectionate smile in return. The one she had always gave her because she saw her as a sister figure, before beckoning her to come and sit near her family.

She was not surprised to see that the twins had become young and charming adults throughout the years she had been in Lorien. But what she had not expected was a small child that the twins were giving attention to. It was a young child with the same hair as Elrond and sweet charms of her mother, Celebrian.

"Mae govannen, Lady Celebrian." She greeted as soon as she had reached the family. She found that Celebrian had preserved a chair right beside her, instead of the twins or the child or Elrond sitting there. But then, Elrond sat on the other side of her.

Celebrian tilted her head, observing the Elleth in front of her coolly. "Mae govannen, Caramiriel. It has been a while, has it not?" She asked, a hint of smile appearing on her face after a while of observing.

"Yes, it has been a while." She responded politely.

"You have not changed at all, your red hair and those green emeralds you have for eyes." She said with a chuckled, but stopped after a second, her expression turning troubled. "Though, I must say, those Orcs you let near you, harmed you gravely."

Caramiriel smiled sheepishly at the dark statement. "It was not my fault that the Orcs were in such a great number." She restrained talking about Orcs to Celebrian. The appropriate people to talk to about Orcs were to warriors, or maybe if the subject was of Orc's poison to healers, not the Lady of Imladris.

Celebrian nodded. "And it was not your fault you were still in grief for Celebrimbor. If it was my own Adar, I suppose I would do the same." She said. Caramiriel fell silent at the mention of her cousin, her eyes were distant. "Ai, let us not discuss of that!" Celebrian said, as she saw Caramiriel's expression turn grave. Celebrian smiled at her comfortingly. "How do my parents fare?"

"Both Lord and Lady of Lorien are well, and they had asked me to give you their love." Caramiriel answered.

"And what of you?" Celebrian inquired.

Caramiriel paused at that question, thinking of the right words to say. "Lady Galadriel had told me that I am to stay in Imladris, for some reason. I found that I would like to come here to visit you, Lady Celebrian. I remembered spoiling you immensely when you were just an Elfling. You were and still are a little sister to me."

"And for that, I am glad." Celebrian said, noting that the last elf – who happened to be a grinning Glorfindel -which had confused Erestor at one point – had at last come to begin the feast, which was held in welcome and congratulation for the recovery of a certain red-haired elf. Not that she was well-thought-of because of her father, but because she was held in high regards for her role in the Second Age by Galadriel, Elrond, and Celebrian. And she was indeed, of the lineage of Fëanor who was the eldest son of the High King of the Noldor; Finwë. She would have been the princess of the Noldor had Fëanor not took his sons with him and spoke the dreadful oath.

As all of the Elves made themselves comfortable in the table, they all went quiet. "Now that all of us have arrived, let me introduce Caramiriel, who was sent here to live amongst us in Imladris in request of the Lord and Lady of Lorien." Elrond began, "This Elleth, as all of you know, is the child of Maedhros, cousin to Lady Galadriel, adopted daughter to her cousin Celebrimbor, as well as the direct descendant of the High King Finwë. I have called upon this feast to welcome and congratulate her for her recovery of an injury. Alas! I will not allow anyone to harm her, for she has played a great role during the Second Age that all of the younglings may not know of…"

And thus he spoke of her within the Second Age, when she had given the role by her cousin – to bring some vital objects of war towards the Elven King Gil-galad and Galadriel. A role that used a big responsibility for the power of the objects into safety – for she was the one who has the biggest chance to be unseen by the Enemy as it was her specialty to hide within the shadows.

"Let us welcome her and begin this feast!" Elrond finished, and many of the elves clapped merrily, for many of them knew of Celebrimbor's deeds of creating the Three Elven rings without Sauron's knowledge or consent. Which they may be thankful, at least for a short while. And glad, at the very least, to have the direct descendant of the first High King of the Noldor, still alive. Every life of an Elf was precious, and the newcomer, even though she held the blood of Fëanor in her veins, is not held by the oath spoken by her father before she was born and not corrupted by Sauron, but rather under the protective wing of the Lady of Lorien after her homeland was destroyed by the forces of Sauron.

Caramiriel was stunned, no one had told her of a feast, much less for her for she had only stayed in Imladris for a short amount of time. She had not known Elrond well, however, in the role of her father that had helped Maglor to raise Elrond and Elros (even for a short while), had made him grateful to the two sons of Fëanor. Not that she knew, of course. If she knew, she would have him respect her for who she was, not who her father was. She had only met Elrond during her time in Lindon for a few years before going back into Eregion before going to Lorien to meet Galadriel and did not talk to him with the exception of about which routes to take to get to Eregion, for Sauron's forces were still dangerous. She DID see Elrond, Glorfindel and Erestor at the time, but she had not used her free time to talk to them, but rather do some things she consider necessary in the forge, like creating arrow heads to inflict more damage to the Orcs if she were to use her bow on them.

She was after all, taught by Celebrimbor in the arts of the forge and learned anything he had to teach her willingly… except if it was about politics.

Celebrian watched merrily as the claps were directed at Caramiriel with her daughter on her lap at some point in Elrond's beginning of the feast.


"Lord Elrond, did you actually plan all of this?" Caramiriel asked, in the middle of their feast as she successfully able to reach the Lord of Imladris.

"Nay, it was Celebrian. She looked up to you and wished you a well recovery." Elrond responded smoothly. "She told me that you were an older sister figure to her that happened to act similarly to a warrior. Celebrimbor told King Gil-galad of you and your visit to Lindon years ago was true and for a purpose to welcome you there. Many of Celebrimbor's people adored you and wished for you to be treated fairly."

She smiled. "But even if it was Celebrian, I had to see that you had your hand on this event. I was certain that it would take a lord to get everyone to come to this feast, for if he was not here they most likely would not have arrived."

"True." Elrond responded, with a smile. "Have you met my children, by the way?" He asked.

"Aye, I met Elladan and Elrohir when they were only a few summers old during your visit to Lorien and happened to be one of their unfortunate victims of the pranks that they may or may not even know." She said, seemingly amused to the flushing Elrond. "However, I had not met your youngest child that I see her now sitting on her mother's lap."

He grinned with pride. "Her name is Arwen. During your stay here, I hope you will over-come the grief for… him, so that you may become Arwen's teacher later."

She raised her eyebrow. "I had heard from Lord Glorfindel that you knew of my nickname back in Eregion." She said, nodding to Glorfindel's direction, who was now talking to the twins while they laughed about something he said. "Surely you would not want your daughter to become the second me? 'Mistress-Balrog the second'?"

He chuckled. "I would not want her to be the second you. No offense intended. However, I had heard from Celebrian that you took quite a big role in her growing stages. You certainly had some experience with children."

She snorted; remembering one time Celebrimbor had told her to watch over some children while their parents were out there doing something that was none of her concern. She had suspected that it was Celebrimbor's idea to leave her with quite a lot of Elflings, Celebrian included. Thus forcing her to take the role of 'older sister' for if she doesn't do that… That doesn't end up nicely…

"Aye, I did." She responded, watching as Erestor walked towards Glorfindel and talk to him, masking his confusion. It reminded her of the times she would prank Celebrimbor and had a prank-war with him, much to the amusement of their people.

"Until that grief is no longer a threat to you, I would like you to be with Arwen, for my little princess does know how to lift people's spirits up!" Elrond said. "By the way, had you given a tour by Glorfindel?"

She shrugged. "Eh, I was shown the forge, the seamstress, and the stables. Though we got lost in the library." She said.

Elrond lifted an eyebrow at her. She almost winced. Vala, even Celeborn's eyebrow, when he lifted it, did not seem to be alive or look like a caterpillar. A black one even. It was just wrong.

She gulped almost visibly, and that did not go unnoticed by Elrond. He continued on looking at her with a raised eyebrow – of which, the said eyebrow only lifted higher than before. "Lord Elrond, could you explain why you give me your trust when you do not even know me that well?" She had asked, changing her topic suddenly.

He smiled. "You may not know it, but during your stay in Lindon, Gil-galad asked me to watch you in your works, silently for he wanted to make you feel welcome and not treated as the daughter of Maedhros. You have proven yourself to be worthy by helping each of us in Lindon in need and focused on your works, never did once you had threatened Gil-galad's people."

She snorted. "Surely you do not know why the smiths were scared of me at those times?"

"Nay, they merely watched you and your every move, expecting the good things that were created by metal and hammer to be created as you were taught by him. They had no intention of changing your focus onto another before you were finished."


"Glorfindel how was your day today?" Erestor just had to ask. Did Glorfindel remember what had happen to him today? Did he remember the fact that he was stunned speechless by Eru-knows-what?

"'Twas wonderful, Erestor! Not only did I get the chance to give a lovely Elleth a tour of Imladris as a new civilian of this glorious city, I had her to drag me around with her soft hand." He responded, with a smile on his face. "Not only that though, I had seen and heard of my dear friend's intention of helping me. I must say Erestor; you are a wonderful elf indeed!"

Erestor was trying hard not to snort at Glorfindel. He was just faking it? If so, he must be careful, because this was one of Glorfindel's moods that always brings trouble for him, but amusement for other Elves. Hopefully Glorfindel did not remember Erestor's idea of changing his hair color by changing his hair soap! "So I should say thank you for your compliment, Glorfindel. After all, we must help each other in need, right?"

Some who watched their exchange hid their amused smiles behind their hands.

Glorfindel had a thoughtful expression on his face. "I agree, Erestor. However, after your most gracious help of changing my hair soap earlier, I wonder what I had to do with you."

"Surprise me." Erestor said dryly. No, there will be no way Glorfindel to be able to surprise him. He had learned from the Balrog-slayer that the said elf had somehow found out of his traps and challenge him to do the most ridiculous thing. Of which, their scores were still at a draw, both in the top of the chart of the winnings from the prank war. He should have known that Glorfindel would know of that famous and ancient prank! But then again, there were many things the twice-born elf had to experience, things he had set up for himself!

"Oh, of course, mellon-nin! I will do so." He said cheerily.