I figured that Glorfindel is older then Legolas, Arwen, and Aragorn. So couldn't he have been a big brother figure to all three?
Glorfindel and everything else belongs to Tolkien.
I hope you like this!
Thanks to those that pointed out the errors, I have then fixed. More to come!
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Brother of My Heart
The young elf Lord proudly rode into the hall of the Elven King of Mirkwood. He dismounted and looked around, waiting for someone to come and greet him.
He wasn't very old for an elf, only three hundred years old or so. Golden hair flowed past his shoulders and brushed his slender back, and his sharp green eyes looked round the massive hall.
"Lord Glorfindel!" a voice greeted him from behind.
"My lord King Thranduil," Glorfindel said as he turned, smiled, and bowed.
The Elven King returned his smile as he approached him.
"Do not bow to me, as you are my equal. I am pleased that you have come. Are you here for a simple visit or have you a message from Master Elrond?" Thranduil asked.
"Both. Master Elrond sends his greetings, and bids to ask you for leave for me to rest here a few days. He wishes me to gather how the darkness has changed as well as to help you with any matters that you deem me to," Glorfindel said.
"Of course you have my leave, Glorfindel! I shall have a servant take your things to a room," Thranduil said.
"Thank you. And now, my lord, might I ask if there is someone hiding behind your robes or am I getting old and my eyes are deceiving me?" Glorfindel asked jokingly, for he had seen two curious eyes peering at him then disappearing again behind the King.
"If you are old, then I am ancient! But no, your eyes do not deceive you. Come out, Legolas," Thranduil said and chuckled softly.
The same pair of blue eyes appeared then the rest of the boy. He couldn't have been more then five year's old, with long blond/white hair, and an innocent face.
"Hello, there," Glorfindel said, knelling down to the child and smiling.
"Legolas, this is Lord Glorfindel, Glorfindel, this is my son, Legolas Greenleaf," Thranduil introduced.
"Nice to meet you, Prince Legolas," Glorfindel said.
The child nodded and smiled shyly.
"He is a shy little elf. But once he gets to know you, he should be more comfortable and social. Now, might you join me for a bit of drink before you retire?" Thranduil asked.
"Of course," Glorfindel said, giving Legolas one last smile, and then stood.
They then made their way to Thranduil's private chambers.
Glorfindel and everything else belongs to Tolkien.
I hope you like this!
Thanks to those that pointed out the errors, I have then fixed. More to come!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brother of My Heart
The young elf Lord proudly rode into the hall of the Elven King of Mirkwood. He dismounted and looked around, waiting for someone to come and greet him.
He wasn't very old for an elf, only three hundred years old or so. Golden hair flowed past his shoulders and brushed his slender back, and his sharp green eyes looked round the massive hall.
"Lord Glorfindel!" a voice greeted him from behind.
"My lord King Thranduil," Glorfindel said as he turned, smiled, and bowed.
The Elven King returned his smile as he approached him.
"Do not bow to me, as you are my equal. I am pleased that you have come. Are you here for a simple visit or have you a message from Master Elrond?" Thranduil asked.
"Both. Master Elrond sends his greetings, and bids to ask you for leave for me to rest here a few days. He wishes me to gather how the darkness has changed as well as to help you with any matters that you deem me to," Glorfindel said.
"Of course you have my leave, Glorfindel! I shall have a servant take your things to a room," Thranduil said.
"Thank you. And now, my lord, might I ask if there is someone hiding behind your robes or am I getting old and my eyes are deceiving me?" Glorfindel asked jokingly, for he had seen two curious eyes peering at him then disappearing again behind the King.
"If you are old, then I am ancient! But no, your eyes do not deceive you. Come out, Legolas," Thranduil said and chuckled softly.
The same pair of blue eyes appeared then the rest of the boy. He couldn't have been more then five year's old, with long blond/white hair, and an innocent face.
"Hello, there," Glorfindel said, knelling down to the child and smiling.
"Legolas, this is Lord Glorfindel, Glorfindel, this is my son, Legolas Greenleaf," Thranduil introduced.
"Nice to meet you, Prince Legolas," Glorfindel said.
The child nodded and smiled shyly.
"He is a shy little elf. But once he gets to know you, he should be more comfortable and social. Now, might you join me for a bit of drink before you retire?" Thranduil asked.
"Of course," Glorfindel said, giving Legolas one last smile, and then stood.
They then made their way to Thranduil's private chambers.
