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Glorfindel was whistling as he headed towards Erestor's office. He had just gotten back from a nice, quiet patrol and was in a good mood. Yes, he was a little bit muddy, but that made crashing Erestor's office all the more fun. A boyish grin occupied his face as he opened the door, imagining her growing annoyed at his mess in her office.

It came as a terrible shock to find her office all ready occupied.

"Glorfindel! You are back early," she noted, and smiled. "Haldir has stopped by for a visit from Lothlórien," she said, and aforementioned elf nodded genially, though he seemed to be examining Glorfindel's muddy state of affairs.

"Greetings, Lord Glorfindel. I have heard much about you from Erestor's letters."

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the sentence that created an instant dislike within Glorfindel against one Marchwarden known as Haldir.

"Ah, I see. She rarely mentions you," Glorfindel replied. Haldir shrugged.

"Well, you know how it is. Friends can tell each other anything." A sharp glance from Haldir's grey eyes, and Glorfindel realized that a battle had begun.

Erestor, on the other hand, was not as oblivious to the tension in the room as she was to the romantic tension between herself and Glorfindel. This meant of course, that she felt duty-bound to intervene.

"Children," she cut in, "please cease and desist your bickering before I put you both in time-outs." Haldir and Glorfindel ceased glaring obviously at each other, but that did not keep either from thinking insults at each other. Erestor just sighed and Glorfindel noted that her finger was tapping rather rapidly on the desk. He decided to play it cool for now. Besides, Haldir lived in Lothlórien so he couldn't be a bother for too long, now could he?


Glorfindel wanted to eat his words.

He also wanted to force them down Haldir's throat, then tie that smug little tree-hugger and leave him for the wargs, trolls, and stone-giant target practice. Then drag him out from the Halls of Mandos and do it all over again. As though Glorfindel could help not knowing every intricacy of Silvan festivals! It wasn't his fault that the order of events was unknown to him, and Erestor hadn't minded his fumbles and questions so there was no reason for Haldir to act as though Glorfindel had killed his cat.

Personally, Glorfindel expected that it had more to do with the fact that Haldir had been too late to ask Erestor for the first dance, a privilege that Glorfindel had gotten, and managed to dance skillfully enough that Haldir was unable to cut in.

It had been two weeks, and still no sign of Haldir's departure. Apparently, Haldir was here to discuss border patrols between Lorien and Mirkwood. Why they needed to share this information with Imladris, Glorfindel couldn't say but Erestor found it important so he supposed there was a purpose in it somewhere. Still, that didn't mean that he liked the fact that Haldir was EVERYWHERE, particularly if Erestor was there. And Erestor was just letting him hang around, as though she liked the idiot!

As if.

Still, Glorfindel couldn't deny the fact that Erestor seemed to be…happy…with Haldir around. There was an easy camaraderie between them that annoyed him. How long had it taken him to get Erestor to look even half as comfortable around him? Or anyone, really. It had taken the concerted efforts of half of the Valley to get her to accept any form of help or care, and here she was just letting Haldir open doors for her, pour her tear 'Just the way she likes it' and even make. Her. Laugh!

Not that he could truly begrudge her any happiness, per say. He just begrudged the fact that it was with Haldir and not himself. Even Lindir and Melpomaen seemed to be just fine with Haldir's existence. Traitors.

Glorfindel was sitting in the Hall of Fire, stewing off in a corner. Erestor had tried to wave him over, but Haldir was there and there was only so much of that elf Glorfindel could handle in one day. He ignored her waving, and her look (disappointed?) and stalked over to where he could neither see nor hear them. Melpomaen joined him shortly.

"Glorfindel-"

"No. Please. I just cannot stand to be around such an aggravating, frustrating elf. There is no need to rub in my face his friendship with Erestor ever five minutes." Melpomaen nodded his head slowly.

"True. But perhaps it would be better to try and get along with him, considering the fact that Erestor does like him? I know that you have had the sole position of 'best friend' for a while now," well, what was THAT tone of voice about, anyway? "but you are not the only person that Erestor is friends with. You were fine with Lindir and I, and Lord Elrond, why is Haldir so different?" Before Glorfindel could answer, Melpomaen (the cheeky brat) hushed him. "Ah ah ah, don't answer me right now. Think about it just a bit. But!" And Melpomaen had a fair imitation of Erestor's 'I am dead serious' face, "I will get you some time alone with Erestor tomorrow, no Haldir in sight. Just try and think about why you are so bothered with Haldir. In the mean time, I am going to go and join Erestor, over with the fun elves." And with that, he left Glorfindel pouting by himself.

Still, something had been gained from the evening. At least he had a bit of tomorrow to look forward too.

"Erestor?" he called, letting her know that he was about to enter. He s armed with a new tea, which the kitchen staff assured him would delight Erestor, and a few pastries. He was fairly certain that Erestor had skipped her tea times the past few days because obviously that Other Elf wasn't as sensitive to the fact that Erestor needed to eat more. Well, that just left it up to Glorfindel to make up for that lack. He smiled at Erestor, who was scratching away at mad with her quill. She looked up, seeming fairly annoyed.

"Hmm? Oh, Glorfindel. Hello," and she gave him a slightly tired smile. Well, THAT wouldn't do either! He plunked a cup of tea in front of her (not on the parchment, he had learned that lesson) and a few pastries.

"Here. You need to take a break, m'dear. And no two ways about it! Besides, you always work better after your afternoon tea break, you know that." And she did, so with logic firmly on his side, Erestor had to give in.

"Thank you, Glorfindel." They sipped their tea together quietly, Glorfindel knowing from long experience that it was better to give her time to collect her thoughts.

"Glorfindel," she began, then hesitated. Glorfindel put on his best 'listening' face, mixed with a hint of 'understanding' and 'patience'. He made an encouraging motion with his hands. Bet Haldir never did that.

"See, I have noticed- actually, I believe that all of Imladris has noticed- that you and Haldir do not get along. At all. I had hoped that the two of you would be a touch more mature about this, but it appears that I was wrong." And Glorfindel was now holding a sinking feeling in his gut. "I just wanted two of the most important people in my life to get along, if only for my sake. Was that so difficult?" And Glorfindel began to feel rather horrible. Erestor sighed. "Please Glorfindel, please just- just try." And after that, how could he refuse?


His good intentions lasted about a half hour, when he returned from his visit with Erestor to find Haldir showing off in the practice arena.

"Oh, Lord Glorfindel, greetings!" A too-bright smile flashed at him, and Glorfindel fought to keep a neutral face.

"Greetings. A fine day for swordplay, is it not?" There. He was perfectly polite, even Erestor could find nothing to fault. Haldir seemed surprised by the amiable reply, but nodded agreeably.

"It is indeed. Perhaps we could spar together? Just a little unofficial Lothlórien versus Imladris?" Glorfindel's thoughts began moving double-time. Could he turn this down? It would probably be best. There was no need for this contest, Erestor would likely try to kill him if she ever found out about it, he was better than Haldir was anyway, it-

"Or perhaps I should ask someone else? It would, I suppose, be rather embarrassing if the esteemed Lord Glorfindel lost to a Galadhrim." That snuffed it.

"No, no, I accept. I was merely wondering what Lady Erestor would say." There! Let Haldir think on THAT a moment. It did indeed seem to stop him in his tracks, but only briefly.

"Ah. Well, I am sure she will understand when Elves have to stand up for their pride. Although I am sure that there are some among us who do not care so much about what My Lady says," he finished, and the steel blade under his words glinted sharply.

With that, all thoughts of getting along simply flew out of Glorfindel's head.

When asked later, Glorfindel had no actual memory of the fight with Haldir. There was a lot of sword swinging, he recalled, and parrying and the like. Onlookers reported that if Glorfindel looked any more fearsome when facing the Balrog, it was a wonder that the creature hadn't simply jumped off the cliff to flee him. What was clear was when, after delivering the winning blow and proclaiming victory for Imladris to a thundering cheer, Haldir had not let it go. As Glorfindel reached down, like a good sport, to pull Haldir from his prone position on the ground, Haldir had delivered a 'last word'.

"You may win in open battle, Vanyar," he hissed, which of course annoyed Glorfindel to no end. As if he could help having blonde hair! He still considered himself Noldor. "But mark my words, Erestor is not a mere prize to be won. She deserves a great deal better than you and I will make sure that you do not hurt her again." Glorfindel tried to control his temper, but was hard pressed. The more astute in the crowd began to break up the other watchers, sensing that the building storm was about to come to a head.

"If you were truly so concerned, you would have been here years earlier. As it is, you are decades late. Erestor and I have come to a peaceful understanding, and she is safe now, no thanks to you. I am her protector here, you are distant and redundant." Haldir clenched his fists.

"Redundant? Ha! Just because every elf here is blinded by your wonderful reputation does not mean that some cannot see past it. You are playing the long game, oh Glorious Glorfindel, and I will not let it happen!" He crossed his arms over his chest and gave Glorfindel a surveying look, as if once again finding him somewhat lacking. "Leave her be, Ancient One. Erestor needs not you or your 'companionship'." Glorfindel took a deep breath and turned to walk away, sheathing his sword as he did so.

"Running? I thought so. You are not worthy of Erestor or her trust. Cowards always do show their true colours when challenged-" before he could get any further, Glorfindel had turned back around and grabbed his collar. Haldir elbowed his sternum and pushed, but Glorfindel got a hold of Haldir's wrist and pulled him close, almost whispering his reply.

"I think that Erestor is capable of judging for herself who is trustworthy and who is not, although methinks that she did not consider your trustworthiness long enough, since you obviously cannot be bothered to bestir yourself from Lothlórien long enough to actually come and help her when she needed it the most!" Haldir shook his head.

"What on earth are you speaking off? If you did something-"

"Ha! You do not know, do you? After all the years, it was just too much and she began fading. Well, I say began, when I should say began again. You had YEARS in which to find something wrong, if you claim to be her friend! Some friend! It was I who discovered it, and it was I that she told, as it was I again who brought aid! Where were YOU?!"

Haldir looked as though the earth had shaken under his feet.

"What?" Glorfindel was starting to feel guilty. He somehow didn't think that Erestor would be too happy with him. Especially shouting out her business like that, but a quick glance told him that few were (at least obviously) paying attention to their…discussion.

"Aye. And I accept my part in the event. What I cannot accept is that the one person who claims such great friendship with her, would be so oblivious to-"

"How was I to know? We corresponded through letters. I live on the other side of the Misty Mountains! I am not a mind-reader." Glorfindel nodded. Haldir looked at Glorfindel again, but seemed to be seeing something different than before. "You helped her?"

"Aye. She was…a bit difficult to help." Haldir gave a rueful smile.

"She always has been, although I find she has mellowed a tad over the years." Mellowed? Dear Valar.

"I still do not like you, though," Haldir added. Glorfindel shrugged.

"You are not my favorite person, either." He considered the elf before him. "What are your intentions towards Erestor?" Haldir looked flummoxed.

"Intentions? Be her friend, catch up, annoy you. Why?"

"Because if you intend to court her, I will have you know that you will require my permission, Lindir's, Gildor's, Melpomaen's, and Lord Elrond's. There will also be a trial-by-fire courtesy of Lord Elrond's sons. And- what?" Haldir was laughing. Normally, aside from smug looks and smirks of various flavors, Haldir was about as emotional as a brick. To find him laughing so hard was disconcerting. Rather like Erestor when she had a 'mad and clever' look on her face, which was usually followed by green hair (that smoked and smelled like rotten eggs) and the like. Glorfindel decided to back up a step.

"What is so funny?" It took the Marchwarden a few minutes but he finally answered.

"You- you really- Oh my, you really do not know, do you?" Glorfindel was somewhere between annoyed and curious.

"Know what?" Haldir waved him off.

"No, no, no. This is for you to puzzle out. You poor, poor idiots," he said, shaking his head.

"I would agree," came a voice just behind Glorfindel. It was a voice that froze his blood.

"Erestor?" Funny, his voice hadn't come out quite that high-pitched since he was a child.

"Oh look, you know my name." A smile. A bad smile. A very, very, bad, scary, smile. "I don't suppose you two idiots could tell me why you looked to be trying to kill each other now, could you?"

He was dead. Dead! That's all there was to it. Now, all that was left was to beg for a swift death.

"Erestor, I know it looked rather bad but we can explain-" she held up her hand, silencing both Glorfindel and Haldir, who had been babbling in some dialect Glorfindel couldn't understand.

"Did I not ask you, Glorfindel, not an hour ago in my office, to try to get along with Haldir?" Glorfindel nodded. "And yet here you are, shirts torn, and I saw the entire battle so do not even TRY to sweet-talk me, Lord Glorfindel!" Feeling rather like a scolded child, he mumbled an apology.

"And you!" she whirled on Haldir, who looked like a bug in the last moment before it is pinned and mounted. "Did I not SPECIFICALLY ask you to stop antagonizing him? How hard is it to be polite? I always thought that basic courtesy was rather easy, but apparently this skills commonly utilized by ten year old children the world over is beyond your intelligence!" She breathed deeply, as a wind was picking up (just around the practice field they were standing in) strong enough to make the dust sting a bit.

"I thought that my friends would care enough about me to at least try to get along, but no! Apparently, I am not as important as your own egos. Well," and now Glorfindel wanted to jump off a cliff, because Erestor looked hurt more than angry and a peek at Haldir showed the same, "well then, tell me now and I will leave you two to figure it out. Because I will not be a 'prize to be won'." She looked at them, and Glorfindel cleared his throat.

"We- I mean, that is not fair. Because it was for you that I was fighting. I just wanted-"

"And that is exactly it! YOU just wanted. I just wanted you two to get along. YOU wanted to show Haldir up because YOU could not share my time with him, and YOU could not just tell me what you wanted." There was silence for a minute, and Glorfindel thought it over. What on earth was wrong with him?

"Erestor, I apologize to both you and Glorfindel." Both elves looked at Haldir. "I was purposefully antagonizing Glorfindel, and I am sorry for it. I just, I do not know if you can trust him." Erestor shook her head.

"Haldir, I told you before that it is my decision, and that you have not been here. We talked it out, and it was not an over-night or an easy thing. I know and appreciate that you are so concerned for me, but please believe me when I tell you that I trust Glorfindel now. Yes?" and she gave him a Puppy Dog Look of Power, and Glorfindel knew that he wouldn't have any problems with Haldir from now on. Haldir predictably and immediately melted.

"As you wish." Then the look was turned on him, and the saddest green eyes in existence gazed upon him in full force.

"I apologize to Haldir and to you. I will try to get on better with Haldir. I promise," he added, and Erestor gave them both a smile.

"Excellent! Just remember, if you two renege on your promise, I will turn you into tadpoles and give you to the schoolchildren for study. Understood? Then come, we are taking tea together and I will discuss with you some of my latest findings on the Runes I was working on last night, it's really rather fascinating…"

And so, Glorfindel decided that jealousy was better left to people who didn't have to risk the ire of an imaginative and magical Erestor.


"Ada?" Elrond look up at his son.

"Yes, Elladan?"

"You realize that you did not need to ask Haldir to come to Imladris, you could have just spoken with grandmother mind to mind." It was a statement, not a question. Elrond gave his eldest a pointed smile.

"Oh, yes. I realize." Elladan shook his head and laughed.

"They need a great deal of help, do they not?" Elrond sighed.

"Aye, they do. Are you volunteering?" Elladan grinned.

"I am indeed. As is Elrohir. What would you like us to do first?"


So, a lot of people have asked for a jealous Glorfindel vs. Haldir thing, and while at first I was like 'no, it's WAY overdone,' I came up with this idea and...it went from there. Plus, I did ask for the anniversary what people wanted, and I got a couple requests for this. Still working on featuring more Elrond et al, but it should be coming.

Note on the Vanyar/Noldor thing with Glorfindel: While there are a few of Vanyar descent who came to Middle Earth, Tolkien specifically stated that No Vanyar travelled with Feanor (or his extended family) or were involved in the Kinslayings. Now, many people call Glorfindel and Galadriel Vanyar in theif fics due to their hair, which is technically true, but they associated with the Noldor. Just in case anyone was wondering.

Thanks for the reviews, everyone! Readers rock.