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Belated Disclaimer…I don't own anything written by Tolkien…and am certainly not going to try and sell any of this.
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A GIFT FROM THE HEART
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Gailethil is walking in Rivendell with Glorfindel and talking to him about Frodo and why she gave him her necklace when she saw him the night of the ball.
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The walked silently in the darkness, he held her arm gently, filled with a tenderness that she knew she did not deserve. The stars shone above casting a brilliant glow down upon the valley gardens. "Gail…" Glorfindel began. "There's something I have to tell you…" he stopped them from moving on, and turned around to face her finally, looking down at her with a glimmer in his eyes and a determined set to his chin. "I have to tell you before I go with Legolas. We'll be gone for many years, but we will return." he raisd his hand to touch her throat….softly. "But first…where is your necklace?" he knew the answer to that question, but he had to hear it from her lips.
Long ago, before the five children of Lomendil Firespring were born, he had crafted a series of pendants. One for each of his future offspring. The pendants were no bigger than a slender man's thumb, and were made from mithril, diamond and pearl. Surrounding a diamond heart was a fire carved in mother of pearl, and surrounding that…a mithril ring of water. He took them to Galadriel for blessing, and she placed a spell on them. If someone who truly loved them were to look into the diamond heart they would see an image of the person who gave it to them.
Gailethil could not meet Glorfindel's eyes as he stood very close to her right now. "I.." she whispered very softly. "I gave it away."
"To him…" he sighed. The older elf knew that he was the boy she dreamed about. The boy she visited when she was called away to wherever her duty was by supernatural forces he did not quite understand.
"Yes." she nodded softly, and then saw the look in his eyes…but misconstrued it for worry. "Glorfindel…I had to….he did not want to get better…because it meant I would be gone again."
"I know…Please…tell me about it?" He sat down with her in the cool grass, lacing his arm around her shoulder protectively.
"Its very difficult…to explain." she leant her head against his shoulder, gazing up at the stars. "I took him to his room and helped him to bed. He had a terrible fever that was building as every moment went by, and I could not understand why nothing that I did…helped him. Then I mentioned…I said that the cool water would bring down his temperature and help him to sleep. And he looked at me…with such anxiety…he said that…he was afraid to sleep…he was afraid to sleep because that meant I would leave him. He said *Because. . .most of the time when I'm ill and you're here, and I fall asleep, you're gone when I wake. . .not always, but usually. . . .* He rested his head upon my shoulder and I saw how his eyes were over-bright with high fever as he watched me. I then tried to wipe away at the building sweat …so strange the sicknesses of the firstborn…I told him that I thought about him a lot over the years…and then It began to dawn on me that I had to ask…it had been so long since I saw him last. We began talking about how he could come to Rivendell…and he said that his uncle Bilbo had already been here. That was when I asked how old he was…and what year he was in.…and he said he was 19...and it was almost 172 years from now. He's in the future…My future…I know that now. He began to lose hope…and I gave him the necklace…to build his strength. To show him that even if I had to leave him there would always be a part of me with him. I think…I think that helped. I spoke at length with Uncle Elrond…and he said that that there was a Darkness surrounding us…a link between us that he did not yet understand. He had no answers, but It had something to do with the Rings of Power, but he did not yet know what. He told me…that 172 years was not that long, and I could wait. I can't explain it…but since I was very little...my heart and spirit have been tied to this boy." Gailethil looked up at Glorfindel, "Elrond said for me to draw everything that I saw when I passed through to the future so that we might have a record of what to expect and so that we will be ready when the time comes." She stopped speaking as she noticed that tears were shimmering in his eyes. "Glorfindel…?"
"Gailethil." he blinked them away, not wanting to rise or leave this particular position. He only had her for 172 years…and then she would be lost to him forever. "You did the right thing." he breathed a sigh, his own heart heavy in his chest. He would endure…it was all that he could really do.
Or so he thought…for things were about to unfold that would lead to his downfall….
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Belated Disclaimer…I don't own anything written by Tolkien…and am certainly not going to try and sell any of this.
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A GIFT FROM THE HEART
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Gailethil is walking in Rivendell with Glorfindel and talking to him about Frodo and why she gave him her necklace when she saw him the night of the ball.
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The walked silently in the darkness, he held her arm gently, filled with a tenderness that she knew she did not deserve. The stars shone above casting a brilliant glow down upon the valley gardens. "Gail…" Glorfindel began. "There's something I have to tell you…" he stopped them from moving on, and turned around to face her finally, looking down at her with a glimmer in his eyes and a determined set to his chin. "I have to tell you before I go with Legolas. We'll be gone for many years, but we will return." he raisd his hand to touch her throat….softly. "But first…where is your necklace?" he knew the answer to that question, but he had to hear it from her lips.
Long ago, before the five children of Lomendil Firespring were born, he had crafted a series of pendants. One for each of his future offspring. The pendants were no bigger than a slender man's thumb, and were made from mithril, diamond and pearl. Surrounding a diamond heart was a fire carved in mother of pearl, and surrounding that…a mithril ring of water. He took them to Galadriel for blessing, and she placed a spell on them. If someone who truly loved them were to look into the diamond heart they would see an image of the person who gave it to them.
Gailethil could not meet Glorfindel's eyes as he stood very close to her right now. "I.." she whispered very softly. "I gave it away."
"To him…" he sighed. The older elf knew that he was the boy she dreamed about. The boy she visited when she was called away to wherever her duty was by supernatural forces he did not quite understand.
"Yes." she nodded softly, and then saw the look in his eyes…but misconstrued it for worry. "Glorfindel…I had to….he did not want to get better…because it meant I would be gone again."
"I know…Please…tell me about it?" He sat down with her in the cool grass, lacing his arm around her shoulder protectively.
"Its very difficult…to explain." she leant her head against his shoulder, gazing up at the stars. "I took him to his room and helped him to bed. He had a terrible fever that was building as every moment went by, and I could not understand why nothing that I did…helped him. Then I mentioned…I said that the cool water would bring down his temperature and help him to sleep. And he looked at me…with such anxiety…he said that…he was afraid to sleep…he was afraid to sleep because that meant I would leave him. He said *Because. . .most of the time when I'm ill and you're here, and I fall asleep, you're gone when I wake. . .not always, but usually. . . .* He rested his head upon my shoulder and I saw how his eyes were over-bright with high fever as he watched me. I then tried to wipe away at the building sweat …so strange the sicknesses of the firstborn…I told him that I thought about him a lot over the years…and then It began to dawn on me that I had to ask…it had been so long since I saw him last. We began talking about how he could come to Rivendell…and he said that his uncle Bilbo had already been here. That was when I asked how old he was…and what year he was in.…and he said he was 19...and it was almost 172 years from now. He's in the future…My future…I know that now. He began to lose hope…and I gave him the necklace…to build his strength. To show him that even if I had to leave him there would always be a part of me with him. I think…I think that helped. I spoke at length with Uncle Elrond…and he said that that there was a Darkness surrounding us…a link between us that he did not yet understand. He had no answers, but It had something to do with the Rings of Power, but he did not yet know what. He told me…that 172 years was not that long, and I could wait. I can't explain it…but since I was very little...my heart and spirit have been tied to this boy." Gailethil looked up at Glorfindel, "Elrond said for me to draw everything that I saw when I passed through to the future so that we might have a record of what to expect and so that we will be ready when the time comes." She stopped speaking as she noticed that tears were shimmering in his eyes. "Glorfindel…?"
"Gailethil." he blinked them away, not wanting to rise or leave this particular position. He only had her for 172 years…and then she would be lost to him forever. "You did the right thing." he breathed a sigh, his own heart heavy in his chest. He would endure…it was all that he could really do.
Or so he thought…for things were about to unfold that would lead to his downfall….
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