A/N: A long chapter, since it's been a while! Just to let whoever still reads this know… I'm working on a 10-chapter Hobbit fic, focusing on Thranduil and Legolas's relationship with a real plot (*gasp*), that will be finished and posted soon. I can guarantee it WILL be completed, as I'll wait until it's all done before I post anything. That way, one chapter will be posted a day for 10 days! I honestly can't wait! That story is currently my baby! XD In saying that, enjoy this!

Feuds

Eleniel: 9

There was nothing more amusing than the image of Eleniel Peredhel curled up in what some would call the foetal-position, head buried in between her knees, legs pulled as far up as they could go, and Glorfindel could not quite refrain from shaking his head fondly and chuckling softly as he walked towards the couch she was tucked into a corner of in the Hall of Fire. The low click of his boots and the crackling of the flames in the fireplace were the only sounds to echo around the empty hallway, but it still seemingly was not enough to rouse Eleniel.

Truthfully, he really should not be feeling any ounce of empathy for the little thing, but how could he not? She looked the picture of innocence – curled up like a cat on the couch, the only movement being her chest as it slowly rose and fell with each breath she took. He sighed, slowing his pace a little as he neared her. Anyone else would have been coming here to reprimand her for what she'd done, but he knew there was something more to it, and scolding her would do nothing but make the situation worse.

For a couple months he had been seeing a beautiful elleth named Eledhwen. She was a maid for the House of Elrond, and she was the sweetest thing with a pretty smile and a magical laugh and an absolutely tremendous personality… Glorfindel could honestly say he was the happiest he'd been in a long time romance-wise. Eledhwen was one of the few who brought out the best in him. Nevertheless, he'd noticed that Eleniel had been acting strangely off ever since she'd first seen him walk with her in the gardens, her arm linked through his as the two laughed at something or other. He had not decided to introduce both ellyth properly to each other until that very morning, to which Eleniel had taken it very… not well. He could still remember the shock of seeing his little warrior adopt an extremely patronising expression before crossing her arms over her chest, aiming her hard glare straight at Eledhwen, and then turning on her heel and storming off down the corridor. Eledhwen had straightened and turned to glance at Glorfindel, a look of surprise on her sweet face as Glorfindel called after the elfling while she bolted. He had then apologised profusely, to which Eledhwen had smiled, kissed his cheek and told him to go after her.

It hadn't taken him long to track Eleniel down; when she was upset, she either went to her room or the Hall of Fire, and as he would have eventually caught up with her had she been aiming for the former, he made the turn into the unoccupied Hall.

The young elf didn't say a thing or move a muscle as he gently seated himself beside her cat-like figure and lay a large hand on her upper arm. "El?" he said quietly, craning his head a little to see if he could catch sight of her face.

"Go away," was the muffled response, and the golden warrior rose both eyebrows. He could not quite remember a time she'd ever said something like that to him. Her brothers, yes, and possibly even her father a couple times, but him? Never. She'd always loved his company.

"Why would I do that when I have come all this way, hm?" he asked, crossing one leg over the other and leaning a little further back in his seat.

"It wasn't far."

Glorfindel rose an eyebrow at the barely audible mutter and tilted his head slightly to the side. "Even so," he said, "I do not plan on leaving until you have told me what is on your mind." As expected, Eleniel didn't move, and the ellon couldn't help the small smile which quickly found its place on his lips. He gently pat her arm and squeezed it. "Why were you so ill-mannered towards Eledhwen?" he asked after a little while.

"Wasn't," came the reply, and Glorfindel breathed a laugh.

"Ah, of course. Because rudely ignoring someone, sending them a look which, quite possibly, could kill, and then spinning around and thundering off is not ill-mannered at all." A thoughtful smile flickered across his lips. He was hoping that would garner at least some response, but it was difficult to tell. Nevertheless, after a couple seconds, the elfling's body heaved with a deep sigh.

"You don't like me anymore," she said dejectedly, and a perfectly arched eyebrow shot up higher than the balrog-slayer ever believed it had been.

"And where did such a ridiculous idea come from, I wonder?" he said slowly.

"Eledhwen."

The eyebrow did not move down even an inch. "Eledhwen? Did she… say something?" She wasn't currently making much sense, but elflings often didn't. Thankfully, she added some useful context onto her small response not long after, as well as moving her hands down and revealing a red face and teary eyes.

"You are going to forget all about me," she sobbed, not turning to look up at him beside her. "You are going to marry her and have babies and forget me!" And, with that, she squeezed her eyes shut and flipped onto her stomach, burying her face in the soft fabric of the couch below her. Glorfindel's eyes couldn't have been any wider.

"Marry!" he exclaimed. "Eleniel, tithen pen, I am not going to marry Eledhwen, and if I did, it would not be for a long time yet. We have barely met!" The little thing remained quiet, clearly processing Glorfindel's words through her small brain, and no sound emitted from her, save for the occasional sniffle. Smiling fondly and shaking his head in slight amusement, the golden warrior turned and reached over, gently grabbing her sides and lifting her up and over to settle on his lap. He sat back, lifting his long legs to place along the rest of the couch, and wrapped Eleniel in his arms. She didn't resist, instead curling into him and subconsciously grabbing a fistful of his tunic. "I believe we have a slight case of jealousy, here," he mused, glancing discreetly down at the elfling in his arms.

Eleniel vehemently shook her head. "No."

"No? Then why do you believe I will marry Eledhwen, have children with her and then forget all about you?"

"Because- because you will love other people instead!"

Glorfindel should have scolded himself for smiling, but he couldn't really help it. "Eleniel, do you truly believe you are the only person I love?"

"Well, no, but… no."

"I also love your adar, do I not? And your brothers. Erestor, Feredir, Daeron… I hold many people close to my heart. And, though I cannot say I love Eledhwen yet, I can admit that I care about her, and it would hurt me if you continued to act as though you do not like her." He rose an eyebrow meaningfully as Eleniel's blue eyes turned to look woefully up at him. She was chewing on her bottom lip, only stopping when a large hand reached up to tap her mouth gently.

"But…" Her voice was quiet as she cuddled into the blond a little more. Glorfindel waited patiently for her to speak again. "You're my Fin."

Glorfindel chuckled softly. "And I will forever be your Fin, my sweet elfling. However, there will be many people in my life who come and go, and so you must learn to share me. I do not want to be caught in feuds you have created with every single person I happen to meet in the future." At Eleniel's crestfallen, yet still slightly understanding, face, he reached a finger under her chin and lifted her head a little to look up at him. "In saying that, you must know that whoever these people are, you will always be my first and favourite elleth." His smile widened as the elfling's did.

"Really?"

"Of course. You should know that." He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her wet cheek before resting his forehead against her own. "I love you so very much, tithen pen, and I will never forget about you, even if I do happen to marry and have children in the future. Alright?" At the small bob of Eleniel's head he smiled and sat back. "Good. Now, do you think you have the ability to be kind enough to say hello to Eledhwen? She has been waiting for some time to be introduced to you."

She nodded, rolling off Glorfindel's lap and standing in front of him on the floor. It was quite amusing how, even with her standing and the warrior sitting, he was still taller than her. "Yes, Fin. As long as she knows I'm your first and favourite elleth," she said, and Glorfindel rolled his eyes before leaning forward and snatching her, squealing, up and into his arms. He stood to his feet and began walking towards the Hall's door, in much better spirits than when he'd entered it.

"She knows, my little one, trust me. Everyone does."

Elvish used:

Tithen pen – Little one

Adar – Father