Glorfindel lay half asleep on his bed. The rooms he lay in were silent except for his soft breathing. Something pulled him from his half awareness into full reality. Outside there was a sound of running, and then the sound quieted. He got up, knowing he should investigate what was going on, and made his way to the main door of his temporary quarters.

He opened the door slightly and looked out. There near his door were three young human boys cornering Legolas.

"Awww, what are you going to do now, Princy? Call for your daddy? He won't help a stupid little elf like you," the one boy that looked like the leader of the small pack sneered.

Young Legolas kept silent, shaking slightly, but holding his ground.

"All right, if you are not going to answer, I'll make you," the boy said and drew back his fist.

He then swung at Legolas, but found that something blocked his way. He looked up into the face of a calm Glorfindel.

"Might I ask why you plan to hit him?" Glorfindel asked.

"No no reason, sir," the boy stuttered, withdrawing his fist.

"Then I suggest you find somewhere else to play," Glorfindel said.

The boy nodded and he and his friends hurried off. Glorfindel then turned to Legolas, who stood silently, head bowed. Glorfindel knelt down in front of him and placed a hand upon his shoulder.

"Prince Legolas, are you all right?" the elf lord asked gently.

The young elf nodded solemnly, not looking Glorfindel in the eye.

"Come now, you should not be ashamed," Glorfindel said.

Legolas just silently shook his head.

"Why were they bothering you?" Glorfindel asked.

Legolas stood silent for a moment, then finally raised his eyes too meet the others.

"Because I am royalty, and because I am also shy," Legolas sighed.

"That is no reason to try and hit you. Maybe we should inform your father. Do you know who these children are?" Glorfindel asked.

A sudden fear entered Legolas's eyes.

"Please don't tell my Father! It's hard enough to please him all ready. To tell him of this..." Legolas said sadly and trailed off.

Glorfindel eyed Legolas for a moment then sighed softly.

"All right, if that is what you wish, my Prince. Now, if there is nothing else, I may as well try to rest before I must go scouting," Glorfindel said, smiled, and stood.

He suddenly felt Legolas grasping his pants leg, he looked down.

"Can I go in with you? I won't bother you or anything, promise," Legolas pleaded softly.

"Won't someone miss you?" Glorfindel asked.

"No one misses me during this time," Legolas said sadly.

Glorfindel was troubled by this news. He looked into the pained, innocent blue eyes and sighed again.

"All right, come on in," he said, and went into his rooms, Legolas trailing after him.

Glorfindel looked over at Legolas, knowing he wouldn't be able to rest while the child was wondering his rooms by himself.

"Prince Legolas, would you like anything before I lay down?" Glorfindel asked.

"No, thank you, Lord Glorfindel," Legolas said.

"Please, call me Glorfindel or Glor if you want. You know, I suddenly do not feel very tired. Would you like to hear a story?"

The elf lad's eyes brightened, "Yes! I mean, if you wish."

Glorfindel chuckled slightly. He sat down on a comfortable large chair and offered the room beside him. Legolas sat down and waited.

"All right. This is an old story that happened during maybe the first or second age. It's about a young elf named Glorfindel..." Glorfindel started.

"Isn't that your name?" Legolas asked.

"Yes, now hush," Glorfindel chuckled, " Anyways. Glorfindel came from an elf haven...."
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An elf maid walked to the rooms and knocked softly. Not receiving an answer, she opened the door slowly and looked in. There upon a large chair sat Glorfindel, sound asleep, with Legolas curled up at his side, also asleep. The old maid smiled, happy to see that the young Prince had found a friend, and silently closed the door, allowing the two to rest.