Thank you for your comments! Its nice to see such admirable Figwit, and Glor fans. :) I know its been forever and a half since I last updated, and I am sorry about that. Hopefully I shall be faster in the future.
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Glorfindel carried the little boy up the stairs of Rivendell and entered to find Elrond waiting for him.
"What has happened?" Elrond asked.
"I shall explain later. This little one is in need of help which only you can give," Glorfindel said.
Elrond came quickly to his side, and looked at the boy's ears, frowning at what he could sense from the child.
"Come, bring him to the Hall of Healing and I shall attend to him," Elrond said, quickly guiding him to the Hall and allowing him to lay the boy on a bed before continuing his examination.
"Explain to me what happened," Elrond said, not looking up from his patient.
"His parents were attacked and killed by orcs, and he seemed to have escaped with injuries. I found him half starved in the bush near his parents' bodies. He can neither speak nor hear," Glorfindel said, and grimaced slightly at the image still in his mind.
Elrond frowned slightly, and gently smoothed back the child's dark hair.
"Just as I feared. There is nothing that I can do for him, Glorfindel. His ears are torn inside, and only time will fixed that, if it can be fixed at all. As to his voice, I fear the shock has taken it from him, and again time can only help that. But he has no other injuries, except that he is dehydrated and starved," Elrond said.
"So there is nothing more that can be done?" Glorfindel asked.
"Nothing, though we had best try to find his remaining family," Elrond said.
"I shall have messengers sent to Lothlorien and Mirkwood," Glorfindel said.
"Good. Now we must decide what is to be done with him until we can find his family," Elrond said, and gestured to a servant to get water and cloth, "Do you think Veralcar would mind having this one within your rooms?"
"You wish for me to take care of the little one?" Glorfindel asked, slightly surprised.
"He knows you, and seemingly it is you that he trusts. If we place him with another so quickly, it may damage him further," Elrond said.
Glorfindel sighed, his hand unconsciously touching the Elfling's pale face. The boy grabbed his hand, and gently held it to him, searching for comfort. Glorfindel looked down at him, and smiled slightly.
"I have not taken care of another since Ecthelion, and I know not how Veralcar will react to this. He is rather temperamental," Glorfindel said.
"Just like his father," Elrond said, smiling slightly.
"Perhaps, but do not let him hear you say that," Glorfindel said, humor sparking at the edge of his tone, and then he returned his attention to the boy as the water was brought to Elrond.
Elrond dipped the soft cloth into the slightly warm water, and began to gently wash away the blood and dirt from the boy's face. The boy grimaced slightly, but allowed Elrond to continue.
"After we clean him up, find decent clothes for him, and give him a small meal, as we must be careful how much we feed him, we don't wish to make him sick. You may then take him back to your quarters," Elrond said.
"Very well, I shall see to finding some descent clothes for him," Glorfindel said and was about to go when the boy increased his hold on his hand.
"Perhaps you should take this over, and I shall see about the clothes," Elrond said, slightly amused as he handed the cloth over to Glorfindel.
Sighing softly, Glorfindel took up Elrond's task, and the boy relaxed his hold once more.
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Opening the door, Glorfindel glanced in, looking for the golden haired head of his son.
"Veralcar?" he called, stepping in, the boy comfortably straddled on his hip.
"Yes?" a sharp voice said from one of the rooms, and Veralcar looked out of the door at his father.
"Come here," Glorfindel sighed, gently settling the boy on a chair.
Veralcar stepped into the room, his deadly grace gone for once, now a more leisure like pace. Glorfindel hid the relief that that simple action brought him, and the hope that it gave him. Perhaps things could work.
"Who is this little one?" Veralcar asked.
"He is a child that I found in the woods near here, his parents were killed by orcs. He can neither hear nor speak," Glorfindel explained, "I am to take care of him until we can find his family."
Veralcar did not look at him, but studied the boy for a few moments, his gray green eyes seeming to soften slightly as he reached out to take one of the child's hands. The boy let him, seemingly as comfortable with him as with Glorfindel. Veralcar smiled at him, and gestured slightly. The boy smiled slightly, seemingly pleased with what Veralcar had said.
"Very well," Veralcar finally said, glancing up at his father, "But what is his name?"
"We do not know," Glorfindel said, "And he cannot write, or seemingly remember it."
"We cannot call him Elfling and him for how ever long he will be with us," Veralcar said.
"I know. But what would you have us call him?" Glorfindel asked.
Veralcar turned his attention back to the boy, and studied him once more, "Ionodîn," he said at last, then added quickly, "I mean not to be offensive, Glorfindel. I mean only what I sense. His song is mute, the song of his very soul is so soft that it takes ears that are used to such soft things, or has had such an affliction."
Glorfindel suppressed the flinch that tried to work its way up his spin, knowing his son did not mean to hurt him, yet it still felt as if he had driven an arrow through him. For Veralcar had that same affliction for a while, until they had begun to resolve their problems.
"Very well, Ionodîn is a rightful name until we can find his true name," Glorfindel said.
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A small look on Veralcar. He is mine, a simple OC. He also appears in Broken Soul, Hardened Heart under the name of Feuyaino, and this is a bit of a sequel to it, but you don't need to read the other to understand everything.
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Glorfindel carried the little boy up the stairs of Rivendell and entered to find Elrond waiting for him.
"What has happened?" Elrond asked.
"I shall explain later. This little one is in need of help which only you can give," Glorfindel said.
Elrond came quickly to his side, and looked at the boy's ears, frowning at what he could sense from the child.
"Come, bring him to the Hall of Healing and I shall attend to him," Elrond said, quickly guiding him to the Hall and allowing him to lay the boy on a bed before continuing his examination.
"Explain to me what happened," Elrond said, not looking up from his patient.
"His parents were attacked and killed by orcs, and he seemed to have escaped with injuries. I found him half starved in the bush near his parents' bodies. He can neither speak nor hear," Glorfindel said, and grimaced slightly at the image still in his mind.
Elrond frowned slightly, and gently smoothed back the child's dark hair.
"Just as I feared. There is nothing that I can do for him, Glorfindel. His ears are torn inside, and only time will fixed that, if it can be fixed at all. As to his voice, I fear the shock has taken it from him, and again time can only help that. But he has no other injuries, except that he is dehydrated and starved," Elrond said.
"So there is nothing more that can be done?" Glorfindel asked.
"Nothing, though we had best try to find his remaining family," Elrond said.
"I shall have messengers sent to Lothlorien and Mirkwood," Glorfindel said.
"Good. Now we must decide what is to be done with him until we can find his family," Elrond said, and gestured to a servant to get water and cloth, "Do you think Veralcar would mind having this one within your rooms?"
"You wish for me to take care of the little one?" Glorfindel asked, slightly surprised.
"He knows you, and seemingly it is you that he trusts. If we place him with another so quickly, it may damage him further," Elrond said.
Glorfindel sighed, his hand unconsciously touching the Elfling's pale face. The boy grabbed his hand, and gently held it to him, searching for comfort. Glorfindel looked down at him, and smiled slightly.
"I have not taken care of another since Ecthelion, and I know not how Veralcar will react to this. He is rather temperamental," Glorfindel said.
"Just like his father," Elrond said, smiling slightly.
"Perhaps, but do not let him hear you say that," Glorfindel said, humor sparking at the edge of his tone, and then he returned his attention to the boy as the water was brought to Elrond.
Elrond dipped the soft cloth into the slightly warm water, and began to gently wash away the blood and dirt from the boy's face. The boy grimaced slightly, but allowed Elrond to continue.
"After we clean him up, find decent clothes for him, and give him a small meal, as we must be careful how much we feed him, we don't wish to make him sick. You may then take him back to your quarters," Elrond said.
"Very well, I shall see to finding some descent clothes for him," Glorfindel said and was about to go when the boy increased his hold on his hand.
"Perhaps you should take this over, and I shall see about the clothes," Elrond said, slightly amused as he handed the cloth over to Glorfindel.
Sighing softly, Glorfindel took up Elrond's task, and the boy relaxed his hold once more.
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Opening the door, Glorfindel glanced in, looking for the golden haired head of his son.
"Veralcar?" he called, stepping in, the boy comfortably straddled on his hip.
"Yes?" a sharp voice said from one of the rooms, and Veralcar looked out of the door at his father.
"Come here," Glorfindel sighed, gently settling the boy on a chair.
Veralcar stepped into the room, his deadly grace gone for once, now a more leisure like pace. Glorfindel hid the relief that that simple action brought him, and the hope that it gave him. Perhaps things could work.
"Who is this little one?" Veralcar asked.
"He is a child that I found in the woods near here, his parents were killed by orcs. He can neither hear nor speak," Glorfindel explained, "I am to take care of him until we can find his family."
Veralcar did not look at him, but studied the boy for a few moments, his gray green eyes seeming to soften slightly as he reached out to take one of the child's hands. The boy let him, seemingly as comfortable with him as with Glorfindel. Veralcar smiled at him, and gestured slightly. The boy smiled slightly, seemingly pleased with what Veralcar had said.
"Very well," Veralcar finally said, glancing up at his father, "But what is his name?"
"We do not know," Glorfindel said, "And he cannot write, or seemingly remember it."
"We cannot call him Elfling and him for how ever long he will be with us," Veralcar said.
"I know. But what would you have us call him?" Glorfindel asked.
Veralcar turned his attention back to the boy, and studied him once more, "Ionodîn," he said at last, then added quickly, "I mean not to be offensive, Glorfindel. I mean only what I sense. His song is mute, the song of his very soul is so soft that it takes ears that are used to such soft things, or has had such an affliction."
Glorfindel suppressed the flinch that tried to work its way up his spin, knowing his son did not mean to hurt him, yet it still felt as if he had driven an arrow through him. For Veralcar had that same affliction for a while, until they had begun to resolve their problems.
"Very well, Ionodîn is a rightful name until we can find his true name," Glorfindel said.
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A small look on Veralcar. He is mine, a simple OC. He also appears in Broken Soul, Hardened Heart under the name of Feuyaino, and this is a bit of a sequel to it, but you don't need to read the other to understand everything.