Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: Well, I know last chapter I said that Glorfindel would have only a small part in this
chapter, but then I got to thinking (scary thought, no?). I figured that I have been pretty
Elrond-centric so far, and then decided that little Glorfindel needed some screen-time. So I
wrote up this new chapter, and bumped back the one I *had* written. I seem to be doing a lot of
that in this fic. But hey, that's what you get for starting it from snippets, no? Anyways, hope
you like! ;o)
--
veeper: No, this is not going to be slash. I have nothing against it, I just won't write it.
--
Sam: I'm not only writing for reviews. It's just when I get a bunch of great reviews for one
chapter, then next-to-none for the next, I just really start to wonder what I did wrong. I don't
*care* if people have nothing to say, or if it's already been said; I'm happy even if they just
leave an anonymous smiley! Just *something* to let me know that I didn't screw up! ;o)
--
Aeroth: No, I don't get tired of hearing from the same people time and again; it feels nice to
know that some people care enough to stick with it! And this chapter does answer your question of
'where was Glorfindel during the pillow-fight'? Hope you like. ;)
--
Avelera: Thanks for your reviews. No, they don't remember anything beyond their names, I'm
afraid. You'll learn more about this in the next two chapters. ;)
--
Oboebyrd: *Gets trampled by stampeding rabid plotbunnies heading for the All-You-Can-Eat Buffet*
--
Key: Glad you like the last chapter so much! ;) Hope you like this one!
--
Everybody else: THANKS!! for the reviews! If I didn't answer you personally, it's probably 'cause
I already answered a review asking the same question. I didn't forget you! ;)
Please review! ;o)
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 6
Elven servants of Elrond's household were moving through the Lord of Imladris' private gardens,
having been ordered by Elrohir to find a small golden-haired Elf-child. All they knew about the
child was his physical description and the fact that he was hiding *somewhere* in the valley.
They didn't know his name or why he was hiding from them, or even why Elrohir wanted him found
and brought in. Why weren't the child's parents tending to this?
Having determined that the child was not in the gardens, the servants continued with their search,
as they had been ordered to do up until the child was found, no matter how long it took. They
left the gardens, closing the gate behind them. Perhaps the child would head for the pools for
swimming?
Perhaps five minutes after the servants had left the garden, a bush rustled, some of its branches
parting to reveal the somewhat scratched- though clean- face of the child Glorfindel. Bright
eyes scanned the gardens for stragglers. Seeing none, the face sank back into the concealing
foliage. The bush rustled wildly before regurgitating the towel-clad boy onto the grassy pathway.
Glorfindel landed facefirst on the ground, his legs following quickly after, rolling him in a
somersault to end up lying flat on his back. His towel had gotten caught on one of the branches
and come undone. Naked, Glorfindel sat up. He shivered in the slight breeze, yanked his towel
back from the clinging bush and wrapped it haphazardly about himself.
A small giggle escaped him. Those people had been looking for him, he was sure of it. But he
was Glorfindel, the *best* when it came to playing hide-and-seek. They'd be looking for a long
time, but they wouldn't find him until he wanted to be found. And since Elladan had said that he
had to clean up the mud-mess in the house, he didn't want to be found *at least* until that was
already cleaned up.
He giggled again at another thought: The other boy, who had said his name was Elrond, hadn't
taken the chance to run when Glorfindel had. He'd heard Elladan's pronouncement of naptime and
the other boy's response. Glorfindel smiled; Elrond should have known better than to stay with
the grown-ups who had threatened them with chores. They *obviously* weren't to be trusted.
He cast a bright-eyed glance up at the Sun. It was still quite a way from the horizon. Now that
the seekers were gone and wouldn't be back for a while, what should he do?
His stomach rumbled, answering *that* question; he had to find something to eat. But where? He
*could* try sneaking into the kitchens, but they were sure to be full of Elves that knew to catch
him. Even *he* couldn't stay hidden there.
Then he smacked himself upside the head. /Silly,/ he thought. /You're in a *garden*. There
*has* to be food in here *somewhere*./
And so Glorfindel wandered around the garden, keeping a sharp ear out for the sound of anyone
approaching.
/Flowers. Flowers. Flowers. Bushy plant thing. Flowers. Whoever planted this garden has a
thing for flowers,/ he thought, a frown on his small face. /Flowers. More flowers. Aha!
Food-plants!/
Glorfindel sank to his knees in the dirt of the small vegetable patch and started putting
together a small feast. Carrots were pulled up, the small ones being jabbed back into the ground.
A few mostly-ripe tomatoes were yanked off their vines. Leaves from salad-plants were ripped off
their plants. Then the boy spotted the berry-patch.
Abandoning the vegetables, he ran to the berries, plopped down in the patch and started plucking
the ripe fruits, his hands moving swiftly between the plants and his mouth. Raspberries,
blackberries, blueberries, currants... all made the quick one-way trip into Glorfindel.
He ate and ate the berries until he was nearly sick, then walked slowly back to his bushy hiding
place, clutching at his full stomach. He stared at it for a moment, remembering the way he'd had
to hold on to the branches to keep himself hidden. He knew that in his full and sleepy condition
he would probably fall asleep and end up on the ground, in plain sight. That meant that he'd
have to find another hiding place.
Sharp eyes scanned the gardens, ended up on a thickly-leaved rosebush thicket. That was it.
That was the perfect place to hide.
Glorfindel went over to the thicket, saw the long thorns of the roses. Ignoring them, he wormed
his way into the center of the thicket, finding a small clear space in there. Ignoring the fresh
scratches on his skin, he wrapped his towel closely about him, curled up and fell asleep in the
leafy green-dark.
TBC...
So, what did you think? Leave a review and let the plotbunnies and I know, hmm? ;o)
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: Well, I know last chapter I said that Glorfindel would have only a small part in this
chapter, but then I got to thinking (scary thought, no?). I figured that I have been pretty
Elrond-centric so far, and then decided that little Glorfindel needed some screen-time. So I
wrote up this new chapter, and bumped back the one I *had* written. I seem to be doing a lot of
that in this fic. But hey, that's what you get for starting it from snippets, no? Anyways, hope
you like! ;o)
--
veeper: No, this is not going to be slash. I have nothing against it, I just won't write it.
--
Sam: I'm not only writing for reviews. It's just when I get a bunch of great reviews for one
chapter, then next-to-none for the next, I just really start to wonder what I did wrong. I don't
*care* if people have nothing to say, or if it's already been said; I'm happy even if they just
leave an anonymous smiley! Just *something* to let me know that I didn't screw up! ;o)
--
Aeroth: No, I don't get tired of hearing from the same people time and again; it feels nice to
know that some people care enough to stick with it! And this chapter does answer your question of
'where was Glorfindel during the pillow-fight'? Hope you like. ;)
--
Avelera: Thanks for your reviews. No, they don't remember anything beyond their names, I'm
afraid. You'll learn more about this in the next two chapters. ;)
--
Oboebyrd: *Gets trampled by stampeding rabid plotbunnies heading for the All-You-Can-Eat Buffet*
--
Key: Glad you like the last chapter so much! ;) Hope you like this one!
--
Everybody else: THANKS!! for the reviews! If I didn't answer you personally, it's probably 'cause
I already answered a review asking the same question. I didn't forget you! ;)
Please review! ;o)
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 6
Elven servants of Elrond's household were moving through the Lord of Imladris' private gardens,
having been ordered by Elrohir to find a small golden-haired Elf-child. All they knew about the
child was his physical description and the fact that he was hiding *somewhere* in the valley.
They didn't know his name or why he was hiding from them, or even why Elrohir wanted him found
and brought in. Why weren't the child's parents tending to this?
Having determined that the child was not in the gardens, the servants continued with their search,
as they had been ordered to do up until the child was found, no matter how long it took. They
left the gardens, closing the gate behind them. Perhaps the child would head for the pools for
swimming?
Perhaps five minutes after the servants had left the garden, a bush rustled, some of its branches
parting to reveal the somewhat scratched- though clean- face of the child Glorfindel. Bright
eyes scanned the gardens for stragglers. Seeing none, the face sank back into the concealing
foliage. The bush rustled wildly before regurgitating the towel-clad boy onto the grassy pathway.
Glorfindel landed facefirst on the ground, his legs following quickly after, rolling him in a
somersault to end up lying flat on his back. His towel had gotten caught on one of the branches
and come undone. Naked, Glorfindel sat up. He shivered in the slight breeze, yanked his towel
back from the clinging bush and wrapped it haphazardly about himself.
A small giggle escaped him. Those people had been looking for him, he was sure of it. But he
was Glorfindel, the *best* when it came to playing hide-and-seek. They'd be looking for a long
time, but they wouldn't find him until he wanted to be found. And since Elladan had said that he
had to clean up the mud-mess in the house, he didn't want to be found *at least* until that was
already cleaned up.
He giggled again at another thought: The other boy, who had said his name was Elrond, hadn't
taken the chance to run when Glorfindel had. He'd heard Elladan's pronouncement of naptime and
the other boy's response. Glorfindel smiled; Elrond should have known better than to stay with
the grown-ups who had threatened them with chores. They *obviously* weren't to be trusted.
He cast a bright-eyed glance up at the Sun. It was still quite a way from the horizon. Now that
the seekers were gone and wouldn't be back for a while, what should he do?
His stomach rumbled, answering *that* question; he had to find something to eat. But where? He
*could* try sneaking into the kitchens, but they were sure to be full of Elves that knew to catch
him. Even *he* couldn't stay hidden there.
Then he smacked himself upside the head. /Silly,/ he thought. /You're in a *garden*. There
*has* to be food in here *somewhere*./
And so Glorfindel wandered around the garden, keeping a sharp ear out for the sound of anyone
approaching.
/Flowers. Flowers. Flowers. Bushy plant thing. Flowers. Whoever planted this garden has a
thing for flowers,/ he thought, a frown on his small face. /Flowers. More flowers. Aha!
Food-plants!/
Glorfindel sank to his knees in the dirt of the small vegetable patch and started putting
together a small feast. Carrots were pulled up, the small ones being jabbed back into the ground.
A few mostly-ripe tomatoes were yanked off their vines. Leaves from salad-plants were ripped off
their plants. Then the boy spotted the berry-patch.
Abandoning the vegetables, he ran to the berries, plopped down in the patch and started plucking
the ripe fruits, his hands moving swiftly between the plants and his mouth. Raspberries,
blackberries, blueberries, currants... all made the quick one-way trip into Glorfindel.
He ate and ate the berries until he was nearly sick, then walked slowly back to his bushy hiding
place, clutching at his full stomach. He stared at it for a moment, remembering the way he'd had
to hold on to the branches to keep himself hidden. He knew that in his full and sleepy condition
he would probably fall asleep and end up on the ground, in plain sight. That meant that he'd
have to find another hiding place.
Sharp eyes scanned the gardens, ended up on a thickly-leaved rosebush thicket. That was it.
That was the perfect place to hide.
Glorfindel went over to the thicket, saw the long thorns of the roses. Ignoring them, he wormed
his way into the center of the thicket, finding a small clear space in there. Ignoring the fresh
scratches on his skin, he wrapped his towel closely about him, curled up and fell asleep in the
leafy green-dark.
TBC...
So, what did you think? Leave a review and let the plotbunnies and I know, hmm? ;o)