Wolf Song: Song for a Lost Love
By: Shadowwolf of Rivendell
Summary: Elladan and Elrohir are in their early teens and are suffering from the lost of their first 'love'. Elrond, Erestor and Glorfindel ponder the age-old question: How do you know when it's true? Glorfindel's answers have some surprising results.
Disclaimer: If I owned any elves, I probably wouldn't be writing about them. I am making absolutely no money from this and this all belongs to Tolkien and his estate. I am in no way related, know or have other contact with his estate, cause if I did I'd be very rich and would not be experimenting with my writing by playing with other people's characters. Don't worry I'll put them back unharmed, well nearly.
Part 1
"Ada, I don't know what we did wrong?" Elladan said as he brushed a damp lock of hair out of his eyes.
"Aye, Maidens are so fickle. What could they possibly see in Haldir and his brother that we don't have?" Elrohir added as he sat down to be examined by his father.
"My Lord," Glorfindel said from the doorway, "I have tended the others and shown them their rooms. Do you need any help?
"No Glorfindel, but you may stay for a moment. Their wounds are not serious, only some scratches," Elrond said as he shifted his attention from Elladan to his younger son, now seated.
Elven laughter could be heard from the hallway drifting into the healing suite. Elladan sighed wistfully recognizing the origin of the laughter and his brother scowled.
"My sons, you have learned much of the art of the warrior, but you still have much to learn about the heart" Elrond said smiling softly at the young elves as he seated himself in a chair, "One day you will find someone worthy of your affections."
"I don't think so Ada. I will never love again," Elrohir whispered as his twin nodded.
"Silly elfings," Glorfindel said shaking his head, "you will love, for that was but lust."
"Lust!" shouted Elladan, "I know what lust is and that was love. You know nothing of love. You live alone and never take a chance so who are you to speak of such things to me?" He stormed out leaving the three elves in shock staring at the door.
Elrond's eyes silently pleaded for Glorfindel's forgiveness of his eldest child. They simply looked at each other realizing for once that this was a lesson beyond even their many millennia of knowledge. Matters of the heart cannot be taught, but only learned through first hand experience.
Elrohir gathered his and his brother's things. "I am off to take a bath. That duel was quite unexpected and I will find my brother and we will be down for dinner."
Neither elf lord nor advisor spoke, but simply nodded their heads remembering the trial of being young and in love. Reaching the door Elrohir paused, "Ada, Glorfindel, how does one know when it truly is love?"
"You simply know my son," Elrond replied. Confusion followed by pain flashed across the younger twin's eyes as he turned and headed toward the bath.
"Lady trouble for the young princes?" Erestor asked as he entered the room.
"Aye" Elrond replied rising to tidy the counter. "Glorfindel, are you alright?"
"What? Oh yes I'll see to it right away," the blonde muttered as he strode out of the room in a daze, barely missing Erestor.
Glorfindel walked automatically through the gardens and out to the stables. He saddled Asfaloth without a word and galloped out into the surrounding forest, a dazed expression on his normally calm face. But in that moment, the ages he'd lived through and horrors he'd survived manifested themselves in his eyes.
Later that evening, Glorfindel returned Asfaloth to the stables, patting his neck one final time. "Thank you my friend. I needed to feel alive again"
[In the dining hall] "Glorfindel, you nearly missed dinner," Erestor said as the blonde advisor seated himself across from Erestor.
"I apologize for my tardiness, but I needed to think."
"Apology accepted," Elrond said noticing the look of relief on the blond elder's face. "Is there anything we can do?"
Glorfindel hesitated before replying, "Yes. You can meet me in the library tonight. You have often wondered about my past and the young princes wish to know how I learned to differentiate love from lust. I shall explain." He fell silent and began to eat as the four elves looked at each other in wonder.
By: Shadowwolf of Rivendell
Summary: Elladan and Elrohir are in their early teens and are suffering from the lost of their first 'love'. Elrond, Erestor and Glorfindel ponder the age-old question: How do you know when it's true? Glorfindel's answers have some surprising results.
Disclaimer: If I owned any elves, I probably wouldn't be writing about them. I am making absolutely no money from this and this all belongs to Tolkien and his estate. I am in no way related, know or have other contact with his estate, cause if I did I'd be very rich and would not be experimenting with my writing by playing with other people's characters. Don't worry I'll put them back unharmed, well nearly.
Part 1
"Ada, I don't know what we did wrong?" Elladan said as he brushed a damp lock of hair out of his eyes.
"Aye, Maidens are so fickle. What could they possibly see in Haldir and his brother that we don't have?" Elrohir added as he sat down to be examined by his father.
"My Lord," Glorfindel said from the doorway, "I have tended the others and shown them their rooms. Do you need any help?
"No Glorfindel, but you may stay for a moment. Their wounds are not serious, only some scratches," Elrond said as he shifted his attention from Elladan to his younger son, now seated.
Elven laughter could be heard from the hallway drifting into the healing suite. Elladan sighed wistfully recognizing the origin of the laughter and his brother scowled.
"My sons, you have learned much of the art of the warrior, but you still have much to learn about the heart" Elrond said smiling softly at the young elves as he seated himself in a chair, "One day you will find someone worthy of your affections."
"I don't think so Ada. I will never love again," Elrohir whispered as his twin nodded.
"Silly elfings," Glorfindel said shaking his head, "you will love, for that was but lust."
"Lust!" shouted Elladan, "I know what lust is and that was love. You know nothing of love. You live alone and never take a chance so who are you to speak of such things to me?" He stormed out leaving the three elves in shock staring at the door.
Elrond's eyes silently pleaded for Glorfindel's forgiveness of his eldest child. They simply looked at each other realizing for once that this was a lesson beyond even their many millennia of knowledge. Matters of the heart cannot be taught, but only learned through first hand experience.
Elrohir gathered his and his brother's things. "I am off to take a bath. That duel was quite unexpected and I will find my brother and we will be down for dinner."
Neither elf lord nor advisor spoke, but simply nodded their heads remembering the trial of being young and in love. Reaching the door Elrohir paused, "Ada, Glorfindel, how does one know when it truly is love?"
"You simply know my son," Elrond replied. Confusion followed by pain flashed across the younger twin's eyes as he turned and headed toward the bath.
"Lady trouble for the young princes?" Erestor asked as he entered the room.
"Aye" Elrond replied rising to tidy the counter. "Glorfindel, are you alright?"
"What? Oh yes I'll see to it right away," the blonde muttered as he strode out of the room in a daze, barely missing Erestor.
Glorfindel walked automatically through the gardens and out to the stables. He saddled Asfaloth without a word and galloped out into the surrounding forest, a dazed expression on his normally calm face. But in that moment, the ages he'd lived through and horrors he'd survived manifested themselves in his eyes.
Later that evening, Glorfindel returned Asfaloth to the stables, patting his neck one final time. "Thank you my friend. I needed to feel alive again"
[In the dining hall] "Glorfindel, you nearly missed dinner," Erestor said as the blonde advisor seated himself across from Erestor.
"I apologize for my tardiness, but I needed to think."
"Apology accepted," Elrond said noticing the look of relief on the blond elder's face. "Is there anything we can do?"
Glorfindel hesitated before replying, "Yes. You can meet me in the library tonight. You have often wondered about my past and the young princes wish to know how I learned to differentiate love from lust. I shall explain." He fell silent and began to eat as the four elves looked at each other in wonder.
