Chapter 7 - When at Last We Meet
The sound of fair Elven voices drifted to the riders as they neared Thranduil's Hall. The voices were light and joyful, a blending of masculine and feminine, as they rose to fill the air with their beauty. Elrond smiled, gazing about him in wonder once more at the changes wrought even here, deep in the Wood Elf King's realm. Great beeches and towering oaks soared above them, sunlight splashing through the interlaced branches to sparkle upon the ground beneath.
"This is indeed a lovely place," he murmured, his dark blue gaze taking it all in with great pleasure.
"I find it rather boring," Elladan commented dryly. "No spiders anywhere."
"Indeed," Elrohir agreed, cocking his head to one side. "No roaming Goblins or Wargs either!"
"Entirely too quiet!" Both twins finished together with matching nods and grins.
Glorfindel nodded also, not even aware that his agile fingers were weaving yet another braid into Asfaloth's mane; his eyes were intently focused on the path ahead of them. Very soon they could hear the rush of water as it tumbled by the palace, to the edge of Eryn Lasgalen, eventually spilling out into Long Lake in the east. Very soon now he would see 'her', and all his thoughts were bent to this moment. His dark gold brows knit, fingers moving to select another strand of hair and beginning to braid it deftly. Why did it matter so much what she might think of him? For truly it mattered not at all, this thing would be accomplished regardless of what they thought or felt for one another.
~I only hope that she can at least like me a little, ~ he thought with a small sigh. ~It will be much easier if we can tolerate one another. I wonder what sort of person she is? What she is really like? She cannot just stubborn and willful . . . and mischievous. ~
Very soon they came within sight of the bridge. There were no garlands of flowers or choirs of Elves singing. Today's ritual would be a private family affair; only the betrothal feast later would be attended by the community of Elves of Eryn Lasgalen.
Black water rushed beneath the great stone bridge which lead to steps cut into the river's bank, flanked by carved containers filled with a profusion of flowers. Beyond this was a green grassy terrace, and at last you arrived at the great magic gates of the Hall of Thranduil. A small knot of Elves was standing on the stone steps, obviously awaiting their arrival.
"So it begins," Elladan said in an ominous voice.
"I hope she likes your bush, Lord Glorfindel," Elrohir added with a glance at his old teacher. Then he and Elladan exchanged winks.
"Don't start," Elrond warned them with a shake of his head. "Try to behave, and act like you have at least a few manners."
"Don't worry, Adar. We will," they both assured him in serious voices.
"When have we ever not behaved with perfect manners as befits a son of Elrond?" Elladan asked, looking somewhat hurt by his father's insinuations.
Elrond turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Where shall I start?" He asked in sarcastic voice.
Elladan merely grinned and shrugged.
"Never fear, we will behave today, Adar," Elrohir said. "But we aren't promising what will happen tomorrow!"
"There they are," Gimli commented with a nod of his head.
King Thranduil of Mirkwood glanced down at the Dwarf that stood by his youngest son's side. They were always together now it seemed, a most unlikely friendship that the king had at last come to acknowledge as wondrous and amusing. His estimation of the son of Gloin had risen considerably as evidenced by his presence at this ceremony that would include only family members. Today the Dwarf looked almost Elvish - well, his clothing did anyway. He was not dressed in the darker earthy colors of wools and leathers today. His tunic was of dark green silk, embroidered with Elvish designs in delicate threads of silver and white. The garment fell to the tops of his knee-length boots of soft, rich brown leather; his matching green breeches tucked neatly into them. The smallest hint of a shimmering white shirt peeked from beneath the tunic's full, flowing sleeves. His rich reddish hair and beard had been neatly braided, assisted by the more than willing Milui. She had wanted to braid green ribbons into it, but this he had courteously refused, though he had allowed her to tie one at the end of the long braid that hung down his strong back.
Legolas had been highly amused by this and the Dwarf had endured the good-natured teasing with grace and patience. Indeed, their friendship had come a long way since its conception so many years before. Therefore Gimli felt it safe to comment on the Elf's hair.
Since this was a joyous time, the warrior braids had been loosed and brushed out. The long hair hung freely beneath a circlet of silver so dark it appeared nearly black, one matching those worn by his brothers.
"I have never seen you without your warrior braids, Master Elf," he had said, appraising his friend critically. The tall, slender Elf was dressed in green silk also, though his tunic hung to the floor in a graceful spill of rich fabric embroidered with many tiny leaves of gold and copper. The flowing sleeves were gathered at his wrists with jewel- encrusted cuffs. Jewels also sparkled at the belt that circled his slender waist. "I must say you look very fair with your hair falling all about you like that."
"Not as fair as you with that green ribbon. Mayhap I should get Milui to tie one onto my hair as well."
"Nay, nay," Gimli chuckled. "Then Glorfindel might become confused and think he must marry you instead."
Gimli's eyes twinkled happily now as they watched the Imladris party arrive. For some reason the grim look on Glorfindel's face reminded him of a soldier going into battle rather than a man riding forth to meet the woman he would share his life with.
"He looks as he must have when he faced the Balrog," he whispered to Legolas, holding one hand before his mouth, not realizing that the sharp Elven ears about him could hear his every breath.
Legolas grinned.
"An apt enough comparison I fear. She is in quite a mood this morning. I hope she doesn't do anything that she will regret."
"Are you saying something rude about your sister, Little Greenleaf?" Thranduil asked, hiding his own smile. He had seen her as well this morning, and felt that a Balrog might learn something from her in this present mood. His hands smoothed the rich green velvet of his own robe, which was ornamented with subtle designs of vines and flowers in silver and white thread. An ornate circlet crowned his brow, his long dark gold hair spilling down his straight back.
"Nay, Adar, I was not," Legolas grinned. "I was merely stating my concern for Lord Glorfindel's . . .um . . . well being."
"Well, you might," Celebross said quietly. He loved his little sister dearly, and found her antics highly amusing at times. But today was not the day for pranks and tricks. She must learn to treat some things with the respect and dignity they deserved. He also knew that she did not look forward to this first meeting with proper anticipation either. He shook his silver head. It would be quite interesting to see how this day would progress.
As the horses began to clatter onto the bridge, Thranduil moved down the steps, his sons and Gimli falling in behind him.
"Lord Goldilocks looks very nice," the Dwarf commented as he stumped behind Legolas.
"Yes. Even Laerlend should be impressed. We must get him to sing though - something just for her. Perhaps -"
Thranduil cleared his throat, effectively cutting his son off in mid- sentence. The Dwarf and the Elf grinned at one another in silent amusement, remembering the tree climbing adventure of the night before.
Elrond had dismounted gracefully and moved to meet Oropher's son. The Lord of Imladris met the King of Eryn Lasgalen at the center of the bridge, each staring calmly at the other. The two powerful Elf-lords assessed one another, and then clasped hands.
"Welcome to Eryn Lasgalen, Elrond of Imladris."
"I thank you, Thranduil of Eryn Lasgalen."
Elladan and Elrohir both glanced at Legolas and Gimli. Legolas rolled his blue eyes expressively, and bowed to them. They returned the bow making flourishes of their slim hands.
Glorfindel slid from Asfaloth's back as Elrond turned slightly toward him. He moved elegantly toward them, his eyes on Thranduil, his future father-in-law. He bowed gracefully to him, his hand over his heart, head inclined.
"Welcome to Eryn Lasgalen, Lord Glorfindel," Thranduil greeted, his blue gaze intense as his eyes swept the other Elf in appraisal. His features were very fair as befitted a Noldorin Elf of old, framed by the golden hair of Finarfin's kindred; his body straight, slender, and strong.
Glorfindel allowed the inspection, his eyes calmly meeting the King's, his chin lifted slightly.
Thranduil suppressed the smile that threatened, feeling that Glorfindel was a most satisfactory choice for a son-in-law. He touched his hand to his own heart.
"Will you all please join us for some tea that Laerlend has prepared?" he asked, including them all in his invitation. "It will be an excellent opportunity for us all to become more relaxed with one another."
Elrond smiled, his eyes meeting Thranduil's. The two shared a secret amusement at this thought. It would be anything but relaxing for the two most involved in today's ceremony.
"We would be delighted to join you," Imladris' Lord said, inclining his head slightly.
Glorfindel felt a slight tightening in his chest at the mention of 'her' name, and he hoped his slight anxiety didn't show on his features, which he struggled to keep calm and impassive. It would not do to let them all see exactly how much trepidation this moment was causing him.
"I will have your horses taken care of," Thranduil said as he motioned to two silent Elves waiting near the steps. They hurried forward, bowing as they went to the horses. They paused, seeing the bush perched in the basket on the pack animal. They looked uncertainly at their king.
Glorfindel turned and moved to join them, his fingers trailing over a delicate stem.
"Please be very careful with this. It is very . . . special to me."
The two Wood Elves nodded and lead the horses away, speaking to the animals in low, soothing voices praising them for coming so far and welcoming them to Eryn Lasgalen, not unlike the greeting their king had extended to his guests.
Asfaloth hesitated, whickering slightly and bobbing his head, which set the bells in his mane dancing and singing.
All will be well," Glorfindel murmured, stroking the velvety nose, "so go with them, nin roch mellon {my horse friend}. I will come to see you later."
Asfaloth whinnied a soft reply and moved to look at King Thranduil. He eyed the monarch for a moment, as if assessing 'his' worthiness to become a member of Glorfindel's family, then trotted after the others.
Legolas grinned at the twins who had moved to join him and Gimli.
"I guess he passed Asfaloth's test," Gimli said with an amused grin. "Horses!"
"This is going to get rather interesting," Elrohir said, speaking first for a change.
"It is indeed," Gimli chuckled as they turned to follow Thranduil and Elrond toward the Hall. "Very interesting."
Glorfindel watched as the horses disappeared around a curve in the wooded hillside. He would feel better if Asfaloth could have joined them for tea. Then he smiled at the thought and wondered what 'the girl' would think of that.
"Don't worry, Lord Glorfindel," Elladan said, clapping his hand on the other's shoulder in a friendly manner. "Your bush will be just fine."
"They are coming! Oh, Laerlend! They are coming, and he is SO beautiful!"
Duilinn ran into the room where Thranduil's daughter had been instructed to wait. Gwirith and Milui were waiting with her, Gwirith fixing the bright flowers in her friend's hair. They had sent the other Elf maiden to play spy, and then warn them of the party's approach. Milui looked up from where she sat braiding flowers into a floral wreath that would be used on the betrothal table at the feast.
"More beautiful than Legolas?" Gwirith quipped, sliding a white daisy into the long braid of Laerlend's hair.
"Uh . . . well," the Elf maiden flushed prettily, her large blue eyes blinking rapidly. "Almost." Her face reddened even more at this statement, and she raised her slim hands to cover her hot cheeks. Then she began to giggle helplessly. "He is very lovely," she finally managed to gasp.
Gwirith and Milui laughed with her as well as at her, but Laerlend merely narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin stubbornly.
"He cannot be more beautiful than Lord Elrond," she said suddenly, her hands moving to smooth her pale gown of ice blue silk.
Gwirith turned to her, a frown creasing her lips.
"Lord Elrond?" She queried. "Well, to be sure, he is very fair, Laerlend, but . . . what does that have to do with Lord Glorfindel?"
Laerlend gazed at her coolly, and then she smiled slowly, causing Gwirith to feel a sudden unwelcome apprehension.
"Everything," the princess of Mirkwood answered, her hands moving over her fair hair, adorned with the summers' blessing of flowers. "Absolutely everything."
Glorfindel tried to admire the exquisite carvings on the pillars and corbels tucked in the corners, but all the beauties of this underground palace, though quite magnificent, couldn't keep his mind from the fact that any moment now he would be meeting 'her'. He would look upon her, the maiden who would be his bride in a year's time. His heart seemed to be laboring entirely too much, his breath squeezed from reluctant lungs. He felt entirely ridiculous. He was an Elf-lord of a great house; a warrior, and a Balrog slayer. Why did he fear this so much? Nay, not fear exactly, but the trepidation he felt was entirely too much for this situation. He shook his head slightly, hearing the quiet voices of Elladan and Elrohir behind him, mingled with those of Legolas and Gimli. Even Tellenlagor and Curon seemed entirely at ease as they spoke with Thranduil's two other sons of the wonders of the Hall of the Wood Elf King.
~At least they are enjoying themselves, ~ he thought almost jealously.
Thranduil lead them to a private chamber hung with rich tapestries on the stone walls that were painted a soothing pale blue. Rich carpets dyed and woven in shades of green, blue, gold and crimson were scattered over the chill floors. Beautifully carved chairs were placed about a delicate table in the room's center. Steaming pots of tea, cups, saucers, and plates delicately painted with green leaves and acorns were set upon the table. A woven basket contained sweet smelling bread and rich dark green napkins lay across the plates, silver rings etched with oak and beech leaves encircling them.
"Please be seated," Thranduil said, gesturing toward the laden table. "Laerlend will be here shortly."
Glorfindel seated himself beside Elrond, who smiled reassuringly at him. Thranduil was seated to the ancient Elf-lord's right, an empty chair between them. Glorfindel knew it was for 'her'.
"How was your trip?" Thranduil asked Imladris' Lord politely. He knew it would perhaps ease the tension to speak of trivialities. For all of Glorfindel's poise and supposed calm, the king of Eryn Lasgalen could sense the anxiety the Elf-lord felt. The lips were pressed together a bit too tightly, the blue eyes a bit too fixed, and the long slender fingers were knotted on the grey tunic, the knuckles white.
Elrond, having noted all of this as well, answered in an even conversational tone. Across from them the twins had engaged Legolas and Gimli in an animated discussion. Tellenlagor, Curon, and the other two princes were speaking quietly to one another, amused over the others' talk of spiders now long gone. Except of course for Thranduil's middle son, Aralith. He had ever been afraid of the great arachnids.
Elrond and Thranduil tried to draw Glorfindel into their conversation, but for some reason he seemed able to answer only in monosyllables. Imladris' Lord raised his brows and shrugged at Eryn Lasgalen's King. Thranduil smiled in understanding.
Suddenly the door opened and Laerlend entered.
Glorfindel's head swung toward her, and he stood. His first thought was:
~She is beautiful indeed! ~
Thranduil's daughter was dressed in a long gown of palest blue, falling in gentle folds from the high waist just beneath her breasts to cover her feet. The bodice was fitted tightly across her bosom, and silver embroidery glinted every time she drew a breath. Bright flowers of red, gold, orange, yellow, purple, and white adorned her long blonde hair, tendrils escaping the braid that trailed to the small of her back curled about her fair face.
Thranduil smiled proudly. She was truly beautiful, the brightest jewel of his court. He stood, enjoying the looks of admiration that followed her as she moved toward him.
Laerlend kept her eyes on her father's handsome face as she walked slowly to take his outstretched hand. She had been aware of Lord Glorfindel starting to his feet before the others and was feeling rather smug. They were all standing now and she basked in the feeling of being the only female in a room full of men. She was aware of their appreciative stares and allowed the smallest of satisfied smiles to touch her pink lips.
Her smile deepened as she came to stand by her father, standing on tiptoe to kiss his smooth cheek with affection, her bare toes just peeking out from beneath the hem of her gown. She was going to enjoy this more than she had thought possible.
"Adar," she murmured, her eyes shining up at him.
Thranduil returned her smile and took her hand in his own, turning them to face the others.
"Laerlend, you already know Lord Elrond and his sons," he said, and they each moved to kiss her warm cheek in greeting. She smiled at each of them, her eyes bright with the admiration that she felt for them.
Legolas glanced down at Gimli, seeing a rather flirtatious light in those hazel eyes that boded ill.
"Your sister is wickedness indeed," Gimli said quietly with a shake of his head, having seen it as well.
"I knew she would do something like this," Legolas murmured with a glance at his brothers. Celebross shook his silver head with resignation, and Aralith smirked, his lips puckering as he bit back a laugh. Things were indeed going to get very interesting this day.
"Lord Elrond," Laerlend was saying, her eyes gazing up at him with such adoration that even Thranduil was taken aback. Her eyelashes fluttered as she continued, "It is good to see you again after so many years."
Elrond smiled down at her, though his brows knit slightly. Surely this child could not be flirting with him!
"You have grown more beautiful in that time, Laerlend," he said, then wondered if perhaps that was the wrong thing to say as long lashes continued to flutter downward, pink coloring her cheeks.
She smiled shyly, then looked up at him once again.
"You are most gracious, my lord," she murmured in a soft voice.
Thranduil, disconcerted by her unexpected reaction to Elrond in particular, introduced her to Tellenlagor and Curon, a tight frown on his face. Once again, she fluttered dark lashes, and a smile danced over her full lips in a most becoming manner. What was wrong with the girl? She even moved away from him to plant a kiss on Gimli's ruddy cheek. What was she doing?
The Dwarf's eyes widened and a deep flush stained his own cheeks.
"Wicked indeed," he muttered, one hand touching the spot she had kissed.
"Laerlend," Thranduil said somewhat sharply, and she turned back to him with a small smile, her eyes flashing with amusement and defiance, daring him to say anything to her in front of his guests. He took her hand once more, his lips pressed in a tight, annoyed line, and they moved to stand before Glorfindel. "Lord Glorfindel, may I present my daughter, Laerlend. Laerlend, this is Lord Glorfindel of Imladris."
The moment had come and Laerlend meant to make the most of it.
"My lady," Glorfindel said in a quiet voice, taking her hand in his own and raising it to his lips. As he straightened, he looked into her eyes, only to find them focused on Elrond who stood just behind him to one side. The gold brows knit, and he opened his mouth to speak once again, but then Laerlend spoke, pulling her hand from his grasp.
"How was your journey, Lord Elrond?"
Author's Note - Well, I didn't make it to the actual betrothal yet. This chapter didn't exactly progress the way I thought it would. I know - another cliffhanger, but never fear! I have started the next chapter already! Yes, she is VERY wicked and rude to boot!
The flirting with Elrond was inspired by a review from Furius! Thank you!
A big THANK YOU to al, my Most Excellent Beta Reader!
Response to Reviewers
Starbrat - Well, I honestly didn't think that last chapter was a cliffhanger, but since a couple of you mentioned it, I looked at it and I guess it was a minicliffie! Sorry, I didn't intend it that way! ;)
Nancing Elf - Laerlend has to have learned a few tricks from her big brother, Little Greenleaf! I quite agree with you, they are all beautiful! Wouldn't that be something to see in person??!! (gasps for breath) You sound too much like me at times. The more I write about Glorfindel the more enamored of him I become. Lego is still tops, but - shoot! - the race between them is very tight! So, you are going to "bell" Legolas and Gwibess Jr. is going to "bell" Arod?? ;) That should be very nice for you all!!
LOTR lover - Since you are a Glorfindel writer yourself, I really appreciate your comments! ( The Imladris Elves did look very nice, didn't they! Laerlend is going to have a hard time resisting him! Me - I would fall into a puddle at his feet!
Lakergurl13 - I am enjoying Elladan and Elrohir. They are great fun! Remember to be nice to the Dwarf! He is all dolled up in this chapter, and looks very fine! Give him a chance! So you will run off with Legolas and the twins; Elrond and Laerlend will run off together - very astute observation, nin mellon, considering !! I will keep Glorfindel thank you very much!! Gimli can run with Milui! Sounds like infinite fun!
annakas - I don't think anyone has copyrighted Poor Glorfindel as yet! It is about to get worse, so you may want to copyright it. I am glad you like the twins! I do too!
JastaElf - More of Legolas!! I am trying to get him more involved, never fear. But this is Glory's story and he will have to come first for a change. The boys were having more fun in the last chapter, but Laerlend's grand plan is starting to be put into action, then she will be having the 'fun'. Legolas will have fun too, don't worry!
BeeJang - I am glad you have found my story! Thank you so much for the wonderful compliment! (
Seaweed - I love how everything you say has a reference to the Dwarf! LOVE IT! I have the Toy Biz Gimli doll - the only one of those I have - standing by the computer, and he is too cool looking! Do you have him yet? If I figured your height correctly, and I am by no means sure that I have as I use feet and inches, and I don't remember the metric system very well, you are about 5 feet 7 inches?? Yes?? That is my height and it is a good one, though somewhat tall for a Dwarf or a Hobbit. You should start a Gimli fan club, you know! I would join! Love the Dwarf!
Artanis - Thank you so much for letting me write this, your birthday present. It is a joy to write, believe me! (huggles to you) Sounds like you had a bad day on September 12, as well as many others! The girl resists him because that is the story. Granted, the rest of us would run screaming at him and jump on him, but not cool Laerlend. She is very stubborn, but hey! Who knows what might happen!
angaloth - Well, it is going to be Poor Glorfindel now for a while. Angst angst! I don't enjoy writing it and find myself saying "I can't do that to Glory! That is mean!" But that this is an angsty romance. So let the games begin!
al - A lot of you guys seemed to enjoy my descriptions in that last chapter, guess I will have to do that more often! Though I see you still prefer the splashing they did in chapter 5! I also am glad you like the relationship between Glory and Asfaloth. Animals are good friends! Ah, yes. That bush! G That will be - interesting to say the least. As will "Balrog Bride's" pranks. Should be much fun for 'her', if not for 'him'. Thank you much for being such a great beta! I couldn't do it without you!
Jessica - A cliffhanger. Since you and Starbrat said that it was, then I guess it was. Nothing major though. I am glad you forgive me. Twins to the rescue! I think it would have been so wonderful if Tolkien could have written the entire Lay of the Fall of Gondolin as well as the story of Glorfindel. But alas, it is not to be. Oh, well. We can always dream it!
ccg - Laerlend will probably be up to many, many things! Another lover of male Elven beauty, I see! (sighs) Ah, yes! They are all too wonderful and gorgeous, aren't they? The twins are very, very attractive! (another sigh) I hope to see them in the movies as well. I have looked at the Elves at Elrond's Council many times, trying to figure out which of them might be the twins! I still grump over the fact that Glorfindel was pushed aside. Whenever the scene with Arwen coming to the rescue at Weathertop comes on my son boos. He listens to his mother too well at times! G
The sound of fair Elven voices drifted to the riders as they neared Thranduil's Hall. The voices were light and joyful, a blending of masculine and feminine, as they rose to fill the air with their beauty. Elrond smiled, gazing about him in wonder once more at the changes wrought even here, deep in the Wood Elf King's realm. Great beeches and towering oaks soared above them, sunlight splashing through the interlaced branches to sparkle upon the ground beneath.
"This is indeed a lovely place," he murmured, his dark blue gaze taking it all in with great pleasure.
"I find it rather boring," Elladan commented dryly. "No spiders anywhere."
"Indeed," Elrohir agreed, cocking his head to one side. "No roaming Goblins or Wargs either!"
"Entirely too quiet!" Both twins finished together with matching nods and grins.
Glorfindel nodded also, not even aware that his agile fingers were weaving yet another braid into Asfaloth's mane; his eyes were intently focused on the path ahead of them. Very soon they could hear the rush of water as it tumbled by the palace, to the edge of Eryn Lasgalen, eventually spilling out into Long Lake in the east. Very soon now he would see 'her', and all his thoughts were bent to this moment. His dark gold brows knit, fingers moving to select another strand of hair and beginning to braid it deftly. Why did it matter so much what she might think of him? For truly it mattered not at all, this thing would be accomplished regardless of what they thought or felt for one another.
~I only hope that she can at least like me a little, ~ he thought with a small sigh. ~It will be much easier if we can tolerate one another. I wonder what sort of person she is? What she is really like? She cannot just stubborn and willful . . . and mischievous. ~
Very soon they came within sight of the bridge. There were no garlands of flowers or choirs of Elves singing. Today's ritual would be a private family affair; only the betrothal feast later would be attended by the community of Elves of Eryn Lasgalen.
Black water rushed beneath the great stone bridge which lead to steps cut into the river's bank, flanked by carved containers filled with a profusion of flowers. Beyond this was a green grassy terrace, and at last you arrived at the great magic gates of the Hall of Thranduil. A small knot of Elves was standing on the stone steps, obviously awaiting their arrival.
"So it begins," Elladan said in an ominous voice.
"I hope she likes your bush, Lord Glorfindel," Elrohir added with a glance at his old teacher. Then he and Elladan exchanged winks.
"Don't start," Elrond warned them with a shake of his head. "Try to behave, and act like you have at least a few manners."
"Don't worry, Adar. We will," they both assured him in serious voices.
"When have we ever not behaved with perfect manners as befits a son of Elrond?" Elladan asked, looking somewhat hurt by his father's insinuations.
Elrond turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Where shall I start?" He asked in sarcastic voice.
Elladan merely grinned and shrugged.
"Never fear, we will behave today, Adar," Elrohir said. "But we aren't promising what will happen tomorrow!"
"There they are," Gimli commented with a nod of his head.
King Thranduil of Mirkwood glanced down at the Dwarf that stood by his youngest son's side. They were always together now it seemed, a most unlikely friendship that the king had at last come to acknowledge as wondrous and amusing. His estimation of the son of Gloin had risen considerably as evidenced by his presence at this ceremony that would include only family members. Today the Dwarf looked almost Elvish - well, his clothing did anyway. He was not dressed in the darker earthy colors of wools and leathers today. His tunic was of dark green silk, embroidered with Elvish designs in delicate threads of silver and white. The garment fell to the tops of his knee-length boots of soft, rich brown leather; his matching green breeches tucked neatly into them. The smallest hint of a shimmering white shirt peeked from beneath the tunic's full, flowing sleeves. His rich reddish hair and beard had been neatly braided, assisted by the more than willing Milui. She had wanted to braid green ribbons into it, but this he had courteously refused, though he had allowed her to tie one at the end of the long braid that hung down his strong back.
Legolas had been highly amused by this and the Dwarf had endured the good-natured teasing with grace and patience. Indeed, their friendship had come a long way since its conception so many years before. Therefore Gimli felt it safe to comment on the Elf's hair.
Since this was a joyous time, the warrior braids had been loosed and brushed out. The long hair hung freely beneath a circlet of silver so dark it appeared nearly black, one matching those worn by his brothers.
"I have never seen you without your warrior braids, Master Elf," he had said, appraising his friend critically. The tall, slender Elf was dressed in green silk also, though his tunic hung to the floor in a graceful spill of rich fabric embroidered with many tiny leaves of gold and copper. The flowing sleeves were gathered at his wrists with jewel- encrusted cuffs. Jewels also sparkled at the belt that circled his slender waist. "I must say you look very fair with your hair falling all about you like that."
"Not as fair as you with that green ribbon. Mayhap I should get Milui to tie one onto my hair as well."
"Nay, nay," Gimli chuckled. "Then Glorfindel might become confused and think he must marry you instead."
Gimli's eyes twinkled happily now as they watched the Imladris party arrive. For some reason the grim look on Glorfindel's face reminded him of a soldier going into battle rather than a man riding forth to meet the woman he would share his life with.
"He looks as he must have when he faced the Balrog," he whispered to Legolas, holding one hand before his mouth, not realizing that the sharp Elven ears about him could hear his every breath.
Legolas grinned.
"An apt enough comparison I fear. She is in quite a mood this morning. I hope she doesn't do anything that she will regret."
"Are you saying something rude about your sister, Little Greenleaf?" Thranduil asked, hiding his own smile. He had seen her as well this morning, and felt that a Balrog might learn something from her in this present mood. His hands smoothed the rich green velvet of his own robe, which was ornamented with subtle designs of vines and flowers in silver and white thread. An ornate circlet crowned his brow, his long dark gold hair spilling down his straight back.
"Nay, Adar, I was not," Legolas grinned. "I was merely stating my concern for Lord Glorfindel's . . .um . . . well being."
"Well, you might," Celebross said quietly. He loved his little sister dearly, and found her antics highly amusing at times. But today was not the day for pranks and tricks. She must learn to treat some things with the respect and dignity they deserved. He also knew that she did not look forward to this first meeting with proper anticipation either. He shook his silver head. It would be quite interesting to see how this day would progress.
As the horses began to clatter onto the bridge, Thranduil moved down the steps, his sons and Gimli falling in behind him.
"Lord Goldilocks looks very nice," the Dwarf commented as he stumped behind Legolas.
"Yes. Even Laerlend should be impressed. We must get him to sing though - something just for her. Perhaps -"
Thranduil cleared his throat, effectively cutting his son off in mid- sentence. The Dwarf and the Elf grinned at one another in silent amusement, remembering the tree climbing adventure of the night before.
Elrond had dismounted gracefully and moved to meet Oropher's son. The Lord of Imladris met the King of Eryn Lasgalen at the center of the bridge, each staring calmly at the other. The two powerful Elf-lords assessed one another, and then clasped hands.
"Welcome to Eryn Lasgalen, Elrond of Imladris."
"I thank you, Thranduil of Eryn Lasgalen."
Elladan and Elrohir both glanced at Legolas and Gimli. Legolas rolled his blue eyes expressively, and bowed to them. They returned the bow making flourishes of their slim hands.
Glorfindel slid from Asfaloth's back as Elrond turned slightly toward him. He moved elegantly toward them, his eyes on Thranduil, his future father-in-law. He bowed gracefully to him, his hand over his heart, head inclined.
"Welcome to Eryn Lasgalen, Lord Glorfindel," Thranduil greeted, his blue gaze intense as his eyes swept the other Elf in appraisal. His features were very fair as befitted a Noldorin Elf of old, framed by the golden hair of Finarfin's kindred; his body straight, slender, and strong.
Glorfindel allowed the inspection, his eyes calmly meeting the King's, his chin lifted slightly.
Thranduil suppressed the smile that threatened, feeling that Glorfindel was a most satisfactory choice for a son-in-law. He touched his hand to his own heart.
"Will you all please join us for some tea that Laerlend has prepared?" he asked, including them all in his invitation. "It will be an excellent opportunity for us all to become more relaxed with one another."
Elrond smiled, his eyes meeting Thranduil's. The two shared a secret amusement at this thought. It would be anything but relaxing for the two most involved in today's ceremony.
"We would be delighted to join you," Imladris' Lord said, inclining his head slightly.
Glorfindel felt a slight tightening in his chest at the mention of 'her' name, and he hoped his slight anxiety didn't show on his features, which he struggled to keep calm and impassive. It would not do to let them all see exactly how much trepidation this moment was causing him.
"I will have your horses taken care of," Thranduil said as he motioned to two silent Elves waiting near the steps. They hurried forward, bowing as they went to the horses. They paused, seeing the bush perched in the basket on the pack animal. They looked uncertainly at their king.
Glorfindel turned and moved to join them, his fingers trailing over a delicate stem.
"Please be very careful with this. It is very . . . special to me."
The two Wood Elves nodded and lead the horses away, speaking to the animals in low, soothing voices praising them for coming so far and welcoming them to Eryn Lasgalen, not unlike the greeting their king had extended to his guests.
Asfaloth hesitated, whickering slightly and bobbing his head, which set the bells in his mane dancing and singing.
All will be well," Glorfindel murmured, stroking the velvety nose, "so go with them, nin roch mellon {my horse friend}. I will come to see you later."
Asfaloth whinnied a soft reply and moved to look at King Thranduil. He eyed the monarch for a moment, as if assessing 'his' worthiness to become a member of Glorfindel's family, then trotted after the others.
Legolas grinned at the twins who had moved to join him and Gimli.
"I guess he passed Asfaloth's test," Gimli said with an amused grin. "Horses!"
"This is going to get rather interesting," Elrohir said, speaking first for a change.
"It is indeed," Gimli chuckled as they turned to follow Thranduil and Elrond toward the Hall. "Very interesting."
Glorfindel watched as the horses disappeared around a curve in the wooded hillside. He would feel better if Asfaloth could have joined them for tea. Then he smiled at the thought and wondered what 'the girl' would think of that.
"Don't worry, Lord Glorfindel," Elladan said, clapping his hand on the other's shoulder in a friendly manner. "Your bush will be just fine."
"They are coming! Oh, Laerlend! They are coming, and he is SO beautiful!"
Duilinn ran into the room where Thranduil's daughter had been instructed to wait. Gwirith and Milui were waiting with her, Gwirith fixing the bright flowers in her friend's hair. They had sent the other Elf maiden to play spy, and then warn them of the party's approach. Milui looked up from where she sat braiding flowers into a floral wreath that would be used on the betrothal table at the feast.
"More beautiful than Legolas?" Gwirith quipped, sliding a white daisy into the long braid of Laerlend's hair.
"Uh . . . well," the Elf maiden flushed prettily, her large blue eyes blinking rapidly. "Almost." Her face reddened even more at this statement, and she raised her slim hands to cover her hot cheeks. Then she began to giggle helplessly. "He is very lovely," she finally managed to gasp.
Gwirith and Milui laughed with her as well as at her, but Laerlend merely narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin stubbornly.
"He cannot be more beautiful than Lord Elrond," she said suddenly, her hands moving to smooth her pale gown of ice blue silk.
Gwirith turned to her, a frown creasing her lips.
"Lord Elrond?" She queried. "Well, to be sure, he is very fair, Laerlend, but . . . what does that have to do with Lord Glorfindel?"
Laerlend gazed at her coolly, and then she smiled slowly, causing Gwirith to feel a sudden unwelcome apprehension.
"Everything," the princess of Mirkwood answered, her hands moving over her fair hair, adorned with the summers' blessing of flowers. "Absolutely everything."
Glorfindel tried to admire the exquisite carvings on the pillars and corbels tucked in the corners, but all the beauties of this underground palace, though quite magnificent, couldn't keep his mind from the fact that any moment now he would be meeting 'her'. He would look upon her, the maiden who would be his bride in a year's time. His heart seemed to be laboring entirely too much, his breath squeezed from reluctant lungs. He felt entirely ridiculous. He was an Elf-lord of a great house; a warrior, and a Balrog slayer. Why did he fear this so much? Nay, not fear exactly, but the trepidation he felt was entirely too much for this situation. He shook his head slightly, hearing the quiet voices of Elladan and Elrohir behind him, mingled with those of Legolas and Gimli. Even Tellenlagor and Curon seemed entirely at ease as they spoke with Thranduil's two other sons of the wonders of the Hall of the Wood Elf King.
~At least they are enjoying themselves, ~ he thought almost jealously.
Thranduil lead them to a private chamber hung with rich tapestries on the stone walls that were painted a soothing pale blue. Rich carpets dyed and woven in shades of green, blue, gold and crimson were scattered over the chill floors. Beautifully carved chairs were placed about a delicate table in the room's center. Steaming pots of tea, cups, saucers, and plates delicately painted with green leaves and acorns were set upon the table. A woven basket contained sweet smelling bread and rich dark green napkins lay across the plates, silver rings etched with oak and beech leaves encircling them.
"Please be seated," Thranduil said, gesturing toward the laden table. "Laerlend will be here shortly."
Glorfindel seated himself beside Elrond, who smiled reassuringly at him. Thranduil was seated to the ancient Elf-lord's right, an empty chair between them. Glorfindel knew it was for 'her'.
"How was your trip?" Thranduil asked Imladris' Lord politely. He knew it would perhaps ease the tension to speak of trivialities. For all of Glorfindel's poise and supposed calm, the king of Eryn Lasgalen could sense the anxiety the Elf-lord felt. The lips were pressed together a bit too tightly, the blue eyes a bit too fixed, and the long slender fingers were knotted on the grey tunic, the knuckles white.
Elrond, having noted all of this as well, answered in an even conversational tone. Across from them the twins had engaged Legolas and Gimli in an animated discussion. Tellenlagor, Curon, and the other two princes were speaking quietly to one another, amused over the others' talk of spiders now long gone. Except of course for Thranduil's middle son, Aralith. He had ever been afraid of the great arachnids.
Elrond and Thranduil tried to draw Glorfindel into their conversation, but for some reason he seemed able to answer only in monosyllables. Imladris' Lord raised his brows and shrugged at Eryn Lasgalen's King. Thranduil smiled in understanding.
Suddenly the door opened and Laerlend entered.
Glorfindel's head swung toward her, and he stood. His first thought was:
~She is beautiful indeed! ~
Thranduil's daughter was dressed in a long gown of palest blue, falling in gentle folds from the high waist just beneath her breasts to cover her feet. The bodice was fitted tightly across her bosom, and silver embroidery glinted every time she drew a breath. Bright flowers of red, gold, orange, yellow, purple, and white adorned her long blonde hair, tendrils escaping the braid that trailed to the small of her back curled about her fair face.
Thranduil smiled proudly. She was truly beautiful, the brightest jewel of his court. He stood, enjoying the looks of admiration that followed her as she moved toward him.
Laerlend kept her eyes on her father's handsome face as she walked slowly to take his outstretched hand. She had been aware of Lord Glorfindel starting to his feet before the others and was feeling rather smug. They were all standing now and she basked in the feeling of being the only female in a room full of men. She was aware of their appreciative stares and allowed the smallest of satisfied smiles to touch her pink lips.
Her smile deepened as she came to stand by her father, standing on tiptoe to kiss his smooth cheek with affection, her bare toes just peeking out from beneath the hem of her gown. She was going to enjoy this more than she had thought possible.
"Adar," she murmured, her eyes shining up at him.
Thranduil returned her smile and took her hand in his own, turning them to face the others.
"Laerlend, you already know Lord Elrond and his sons," he said, and they each moved to kiss her warm cheek in greeting. She smiled at each of them, her eyes bright with the admiration that she felt for them.
Legolas glanced down at Gimli, seeing a rather flirtatious light in those hazel eyes that boded ill.
"Your sister is wickedness indeed," Gimli said quietly with a shake of his head, having seen it as well.
"I knew she would do something like this," Legolas murmured with a glance at his brothers. Celebross shook his silver head with resignation, and Aralith smirked, his lips puckering as he bit back a laugh. Things were indeed going to get very interesting this day.
"Lord Elrond," Laerlend was saying, her eyes gazing up at him with such adoration that even Thranduil was taken aback. Her eyelashes fluttered as she continued, "It is good to see you again after so many years."
Elrond smiled down at her, though his brows knit slightly. Surely this child could not be flirting with him!
"You have grown more beautiful in that time, Laerlend," he said, then wondered if perhaps that was the wrong thing to say as long lashes continued to flutter downward, pink coloring her cheeks.
She smiled shyly, then looked up at him once again.
"You are most gracious, my lord," she murmured in a soft voice.
Thranduil, disconcerted by her unexpected reaction to Elrond in particular, introduced her to Tellenlagor and Curon, a tight frown on his face. Once again, she fluttered dark lashes, and a smile danced over her full lips in a most becoming manner. What was wrong with the girl? She even moved away from him to plant a kiss on Gimli's ruddy cheek. What was she doing?
The Dwarf's eyes widened and a deep flush stained his own cheeks.
"Wicked indeed," he muttered, one hand touching the spot she had kissed.
"Laerlend," Thranduil said somewhat sharply, and she turned back to him with a small smile, her eyes flashing with amusement and defiance, daring him to say anything to her in front of his guests. He took her hand once more, his lips pressed in a tight, annoyed line, and they moved to stand before Glorfindel. "Lord Glorfindel, may I present my daughter, Laerlend. Laerlend, this is Lord Glorfindel of Imladris."
The moment had come and Laerlend meant to make the most of it.
"My lady," Glorfindel said in a quiet voice, taking her hand in his own and raising it to his lips. As he straightened, he looked into her eyes, only to find them focused on Elrond who stood just behind him to one side. The gold brows knit, and he opened his mouth to speak once again, but then Laerlend spoke, pulling her hand from his grasp.
"How was your journey, Lord Elrond?"
Author's Note - Well, I didn't make it to the actual betrothal yet. This chapter didn't exactly progress the way I thought it would. I know - another cliffhanger, but never fear! I have started the next chapter already! Yes, she is VERY wicked and rude to boot!
The flirting with Elrond was inspired by a review from Furius! Thank you!
A big THANK YOU to al, my Most Excellent Beta Reader!
Response to Reviewers
Starbrat - Well, I honestly didn't think that last chapter was a cliffhanger, but since a couple of you mentioned it, I looked at it and I guess it was a minicliffie! Sorry, I didn't intend it that way! ;)
Nancing Elf - Laerlend has to have learned a few tricks from her big brother, Little Greenleaf! I quite agree with you, they are all beautiful! Wouldn't that be something to see in person??!! (gasps for breath) You sound too much like me at times. The more I write about Glorfindel the more enamored of him I become. Lego is still tops, but - shoot! - the race between them is very tight! So, you are going to "bell" Legolas and Gwibess Jr. is going to "bell" Arod?? ;) That should be very nice for you all!!
LOTR lover - Since you are a Glorfindel writer yourself, I really appreciate your comments! ( The Imladris Elves did look very nice, didn't they! Laerlend is going to have a hard time resisting him! Me - I would fall into a puddle at his feet!
Lakergurl13 - I am enjoying Elladan and Elrohir. They are great fun! Remember to be nice to the Dwarf! He is all dolled up in this chapter, and looks very fine! Give him a chance! So you will run off with Legolas and the twins; Elrond and Laerlend will run off together - very astute observation, nin mellon, considering !! I will keep Glorfindel thank you very much!! Gimli can run with Milui! Sounds like infinite fun!
annakas - I don't think anyone has copyrighted Poor Glorfindel as yet! It is about to get worse, so you may want to copyright it. I am glad you like the twins! I do too!
JastaElf - More of Legolas!! I am trying to get him more involved, never fear. But this is Glory's story and he will have to come first for a change. The boys were having more fun in the last chapter, but Laerlend's grand plan is starting to be put into action, then she will be having the 'fun'. Legolas will have fun too, don't worry!
BeeJang - I am glad you have found my story! Thank you so much for the wonderful compliment! (
Seaweed - I love how everything you say has a reference to the Dwarf! LOVE IT! I have the Toy Biz Gimli doll - the only one of those I have - standing by the computer, and he is too cool looking! Do you have him yet? If I figured your height correctly, and I am by no means sure that I have as I use feet and inches, and I don't remember the metric system very well, you are about 5 feet 7 inches?? Yes?? That is my height and it is a good one, though somewhat tall for a Dwarf or a Hobbit. You should start a Gimli fan club, you know! I would join! Love the Dwarf!
Artanis - Thank you so much for letting me write this, your birthday present. It is a joy to write, believe me! (huggles to you) Sounds like you had a bad day on September 12, as well as many others! The girl resists him because that is the story. Granted, the rest of us would run screaming at him and jump on him, but not cool Laerlend. She is very stubborn, but hey! Who knows what might happen!
angaloth - Well, it is going to be Poor Glorfindel now for a while. Angst angst! I don't enjoy writing it and find myself saying "I can't do that to Glory! That is mean!" But that this is an angsty romance. So let the games begin!
al - A lot of you guys seemed to enjoy my descriptions in that last chapter, guess I will have to do that more often! Though I see you still prefer the splashing they did in chapter 5! I also am glad you like the relationship between Glory and Asfaloth. Animals are good friends! Ah, yes. That bush! G That will be - interesting to say the least. As will "Balrog Bride's" pranks. Should be much fun for 'her', if not for 'him'. Thank you much for being such a great beta! I couldn't do it without you!
Jessica - A cliffhanger. Since you and Starbrat said that it was, then I guess it was. Nothing major though. I am glad you forgive me. Twins to the rescue! I think it would have been so wonderful if Tolkien could have written the entire Lay of the Fall of Gondolin as well as the story of Glorfindel. But alas, it is not to be. Oh, well. We can always dream it!
ccg - Laerlend will probably be up to many, many things! Another lover of male Elven beauty, I see! (sighs) Ah, yes! They are all too wonderful and gorgeous, aren't they? The twins are very, very attractive! (another sigh) I hope to see them in the movies as well. I have looked at the Elves at Elrond's Council many times, trying to figure out which of them might be the twins! I still grump over the fact that Glorfindel was pushed aside. Whenever the scene with Arwen coming to the rescue at Weathertop comes on my son boos. He listens to his mother too well at times! G